The Love Struggle of Miss Ruth

Chapters 12. The Dark Days of Dava Sandronata

Rest assured, it is not luxury that will always make you happy. However, it's the ingenuity that will make you seem even more special.

Life is very simple sometimes, but it is ourselves who often insist on making it complicated.

　

If it can be said. life is simple, as simple as the days we spent together surrounded by daughter wrapped in a sense of the universe, love.

Life is simple, as simple as the days we spend together in a world of laughter wrapped in a sense of universe, love.

　

The atmosphere was bustling yet not as lively as a man cheering happily with the little boy before him at this moment.

Of course, the luxury in the life of a Dava has been meaningless compared to a day that counts not in twenty-four hours. Just one second, with just one second this time he smiled, laughing happily with a tiny figure on his lap while driving a car in the arena of the game.

　

"Ahaha...Uncle, slow down." exclaimed the Princess who was unceasingly screaming in excitement when winning several races with other visitors.

"Once, Uncle will be the greatest driver for this uncle's daughter." cried Dava excitedly.

In between his laughter, there were tears lingering within the sharp eyelids of the handsome man. For a moment, the shadow of his childhood flashed.

The falshback

"What do you want to be, Dava? I told you not to go with the lives of the fools out there! Do you still not understand that? huh!" Baritone voice of Iwan Sandronata. The man who has become a daily shadow in the mind of Dava Sandronata.

"Dad...Dava just-"

Plaque!! The sound of a loud slap was so clearly heard in the ears of the servants who were bowed in that magnificent house.

"Dad, stop it! She's a little girl, I'll teach her. Already, dad?" Sarah defends the child without daring to get close to Dava's small body at the time.

Clearly visible, thin body despite a fairly high body. But it is very clear if the state of his body is not okay.

Body ache, mind ache, pain in the heart can only save Dava as much as possible. However, Iwan is strict with her because of a father's affection for the child.

A look full of anger was clearly seen in both beads of Iwan's eyes which still continued to stare with anger at the figure of a small Dava who lowered his head holding his cheek with reddened color due to the father's hard blow.

"Look! lookit! Your grades are so bad Dava. It's free that I pay a lot of tutoring teachers for you to study. From now on I'll teach you."

The deg!

Dava's beating heart was so strong, it suddenly stopped. The teary eyes since then finally managed to drop a clear circle on his tapered cheeks.

Refuse? it can't be. Dava will only add to the anger of the father if he dares to speak out in the slightest. Even the mother did not dare to speak when she heard the decision of the husband.

Not a good thing, of course, if the father who has intervened. Lightweight hand man is not only famous in the household environment, but in business circles was already very famous for his arrogance.

And at this time, his son became a victim of his arrogance. "Well, Dad" he said obediently.

The steps of the foot of the ladder climb one by one with a difficult look in the meaning. That afternoon, even when there was an important meeting he was willing to leave the office when he heard the report from the child's bodyguard. The value of Dava's report that does not meet the standards of an Iwan Sandronata is certainly the most fatal mistake Dava ever made to him.

A few moments after changing clothes, now two tense-faced people appear to face each other on a desk full of important files.

Iwan's sharp eyes made Dava only able to swallow his saliva. The man in front of him was never at all warm-hearted like a father out there.

In Dava's heart only able to express all the hidden desires. "Dad, do you really love me? you are my father.I love you very much. But...why is it so hard to hold your hand? Dad, I want to lean on your shoulders.Hugging you, I really want that, Dad."

It hurts, it hurts so much. When the feeling of longing is only able to be in the pendam. Only able to see, but not able to hold. Nothing can describe how painful the wound is, only tears know how to explain the pain when experiencing the safest longing is difficult to explain.

"Put down your book! That's not important at all." Iwan stared cynically at some of the Dava textbooks he had been hugging since.

"Bu-nothing...Dad asked me to study?" Even to ask clearly, Dava was very nervous.

A single word was wrong, no one could guarantee that the cold hand would float back.

"Do what you command. Put that!"

With trembling hands Dava put the book he brought from his study table into the workroom of his father.

His forehead immediately frowned at the father who had turned on the laptop in front of him without speaking a word.

"Look at this carefully" said Iwan then working on some mathematical calculations on his work laptop.

Dava swiftly stared at the screen which was now tilted towards him. Some of the problems seem to be starting to be explained with the father. Well, the low value in his report is the mathematical value.

Of course there is no need to doubt the intelligence of a reliable businessperson in front of him this time. Before long the explanation sounded silent when the sound of knocking on the door outside the room unfolded the focus of the two.

Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok

A warm smile was beautifully painted on the face of Sarah, the wife. "Dad, here's the coffee. At the drink first. Dava let's eat first huh?" ask her gently.

Finally a sigh of relief can be blown in Dava when getting help from the Mother. However, once again the smile suddenly receded when he heard the voice of the father's baritone.

"Enough, Mom. It still needs to be resolved. Mom's out first, Dava should be able to finish this whole thing just out." Firm, clear, and can no longer be denied the words of Iwan.

Sarah gasped in shock, and immediately left the very gripping room. He did not dare to say another word at this moment.

While in the room Dava began to work on one by one the problems that have been designed with as complex as possible calculations by Iwan. With the aim of the child must be much more master of logic in solving the calculation problem.

From that moment on, a boy's daily life seems to be taken away by his father. All the empty time he had was always the time for his father to teach him. Do not forget the hard hand kites always medarat on the face, body, even Dava's head which is getting thinner and thinner.

One calculation is wrong, very fatal of course. Only Davalah's calculating ability will be able to help him from the fatal blow. Even all the workers and the mother in the house could not prevent the violence of an Iwan Sandronata.

Although seriousness, Iwan's violence against the child produces very satisfying results, but for Dava it actually makes him traumatized by the father. Let alone come closer, hearing the Father had come home from the office alone made his body tremble in fear.

There was no day without a punch, lash, or slap on his body.