5. Silently

Fiza quickly reacted and showed him a thumbs up indicating she was alright...with a fake smile. Then she ran into the bathroom.

"Tsk, damn it" Wazib grabbed his hair and mumbled to himself. He actually lost control and burst out all the grudges he bore to Fiza. How can he forget that she was a victim(!)

He was blaming himself when he saw, Fiza returned from the bathroom without any scurf with a gentle smile. There was nothing much more to say. He already made a disturbed mood so can not go into an "it's okay" mood just like that. Sigh...

He started to rummage through his pocket and found a mask and placed it on Fiza quietly. Her face was wet, But Wazib noticed, The corner of her eyes was also red....Maybe she cried....or maybe not!

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While walking, Fiza was too slow. She was distracted actually.

-Walk a little faster.

Wazib orders her. He also needs to drive back to home. and it will be late.

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After returning home Wazib noticed Fiza was still gloomy.

-Any problem?

Fiza nodded right-left with a smile. Then silently went to her bedroom and lay down.

Wazib didn't ask further...indeed it was a tiring day. He dumped the idea of driving back home now. Instead, he will stay here tonight. The folding sofa can work as a bed tonight for him.

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Middle of the night,

Wazib suddenly woke up hearing a sound. The sound is coming from Fiza's room. As if....someone is talking. Who? Fiza? But She didn't talk since she came back..

Wazib opened the door slowly and saw...Fiza was blabbering in sleep. He quietly comes closer to listen but not even a single word is clear. More like some other language. He takes a deep breath and sits down beside her. Fiza sometimes pauses then again continues murmuring. Wazib slowly puts down his palm on Fiza's forehead.

"A...high fever!!"

Why? Is this because of the journey? or...did his words trigger her so much?

He grabbed his forehead while thinking about all the possibilities of this fever. It's a big tension for him. He is going to leave her daughter here alone and it hasn't been a day and she already has a high fever. What a weak chicken!

-Mommy....

Wazib looks at his daughter shockingly. He doesn't know what shocked him the most! The "mommy" word or her voice! After all, he heard her daughter's voice after so many years. It's hard to believe for him. He thought she lost her voice and he would never be able to hear it again.

2 years of Jail, isn't something a regular punishment and he knows it for sure. He didn't dare to ask her about that and tried his best to not touch her mental trauma. But... not everyone understands that. Some try to dig up the topic even more, some try to make her worse...Not everything is under his control.

Wazib slowly embraces her hand and kisses it gently. A sharp pain went through his chest. All of a sudden tears start rolling down his cheeks. Silently...

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