The Sky and the Stars

Ferdy, "My Little Girl"

Look how the universe is taking you in on a joke. How he made you laugh and cry at the same time. Look how you deal with a storm that suddenly hits. Your pain, your disappointment and your hate are forms of emotions that are also universally bestowed on you.

The seconds that keep going are now no longer ignored by you. You've been lulled by your pain. And that sense of disappointment is now beginning to sow the seeds of vengeance which then grow to fuel hatred. Then all you will reap later is regret that again hurt you again.

***

In a room that is only decorated with reddish light, it hardly shows a human figure sitting on the glass frame of his room window. The window was deliberately opened as wide as possible so that the tightness that squeezed the flow of his breath was a little relieved. But in reality, the sense of tightness is always a winner in mastering his life. Even this wide-spread world cannot eliminate the tightness.

He shifted his gaze that was originally glaring at the dark sky now turned to the small burning object at the end. He sucked the nycotine thing deep and then he hooked the smoke into the air. That thing has always been his best friend after the little girl with eyes as beautiful as the moon he loved so much he was released from his life. The little girl had now grown into a beautiful young girl, with sharp eyes but still beautiful as the moonlight.

Ferdi pursed his lips. That bitter smile he was aiming to mock himself. How foolish he was, how useless he was and how naive he wanted to continue to love the woman he had ruined.

"Sorry Laras! Sorry for everything." That was the mantra he used to say every night.

He sucked the rest of the cigarette quietly. He never even touched that forbidden object. But after he lost everything he loved he never even wanted to love himself.

After his last suction on the object tucked in his finger, he immediately moved from the most comfortable place in the house.

Ferdi picked up the smartphone lying on the nightstand. Lighted the object until the bluish rays of the object showed his face that remained handsome in his mature age. Like the term, 'Life Begins at Forty'.

"Yes hello!" Greet someone across there.

"Where are you?" tanyanya spontaneous.

"Still in the hospital. What's up?"

"Can we meet?"

"Hey it's too late.it's better tomorrow!" reject that someone.

Ferdi snorted annoyedly but after he resigned, "OK."

With a giant step he walked out of his house to the direction of the metallic blue sedan parked pretty in the middle of the yard.

He drove the vehicle, splitting the deserted capital city road. The goal is only one, his old house.

Since he returned to this country, after nearly eleven years of living in the land of people, this was the first time he visited the house he had ever lived in.

The childhood shadow of his beloved daughter instantly filled the view ever since he began to enter the courtyard of that worn-out mansion.

When he came home from work he was immediately greeted by the tiny hands and the shrill voice of his son.

"Father!" The shout was still real and Ferdi started to circulate his gaze as if he was looking for the sound. But all he got was quiet and dark.

His steps stopped when he reached the house, he looked for the location of the light switch on the wall and turned it on.

The image of his daughter playing in the living room again filled his vision. The sweet girl usually runs straight into her cradle, kisses her cheeks in a row, then she comes down again and plays her toys again. Ignoring the papa who was even still in shock got the sweet treatment.

"Is that the only way you're welcoming, Papa?" ask Ferdi who's sulking.

Little Dara turned her attention away from the toy knife she pressed on the beautiful cake she formed from the playgoun, as if she was cutting the cake for real.

"Waws...Rara's making another new cake?" Dara nodded, "what's his name?" ferdi asked.

"'Lemon and Almond Sponge Cake'."

"'Lemon and Almond Sponge Cake'!" Ferdi.

Considering the lemon and all sorts of fruit with a unique taste, Ferdi also remembered someone. Yes, someone who has been destroyed and that destruction was caused by it.

"Will Rara try to make that beautiful cake real?" Fresh Ferdi to his little daughter and the girl nodded completely twinkle.

"But on condition!"

"Hey.the terms are easy!"

"What?"

"You should be ready to clean up all the mess in the kitchen later." Ferdi raised his eyebrows teasingly.

"Hey.we're going to make Pa cakes, not fight!" dara protest.

Ferdi laughed, "We'll see 'my little girl'! said Ferdi as he passed.

***

"Your job is to wash dishes, then sweep and mop."

"Huh?"

"No protest!"

"Papa is like a stepmom.sucks!"

Ferdi could no longer hold back his laughter. Her little daughter is adorable. Lips curled forward in addition to a murderous gaze that made the man love his daughter even more.

"Do you know what about stepmothers?"

"As Papa did," he answered quickly. "To make me do all the work.and I know all that from the TV series." Acutely.

Ferdi grew increasingly laughing and the intention to punish his daughter grew.

"Papa didn't tell you to do everything, just wash dishes, sweep, mop and so on!"

"Then..what is Papa's duty?"

Ferdi pretended to think. In his heart, he wanted to laugh at that moment.

"Papa.task..sit in front of the television while eating this delicious cake!" said Ferdi while lifting the plate containing the cake they made earlier.

And sure enough, the little girl glared in disbelief. "Hey...What kind of papa are you?Really sucks."

Ferdi blew his laughter. He immediately moved from the princess who glared at his eyes like she was going to kill him.

"Don't stick your eyes out like that! No man will fall in love with you!" Ferdi couldn't stop teasing his daughter.

Dara who heard that widened her eyes, really she wanted to claw the handsome face of her papa.

"You're wrong, Pa! Instead, the man will fall in love with this murderous look." Dara answered while tailing the Papa to the middle room.

Ferdi smiled, "If that's true, you don't let go of that poor man later."

"Lord...!" Shouted Dara did not accept and was greeted by a loud laughter from the Papa.

Ferdi flinched from a long daydream about his little daughter when suddenly the phone that was in his nettle pocket sounded. The man immediately grabbed the object and answered the call listed there.

"Yes?"

"Sir Ferdi, Mr. David is back critically!" say someone across there.

Ferdi did not say anything about what the man had said. The man was unmoved, his face looked flat. But there was one word that came from his lips.

"It's time you gave up, Dav!"

Seriate...