SILENCE: says it all

5.Silently

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

"Tsk, damn it"  Wazib grabbed his head and mumbled to himself.

He actually lost control and burst out all the grudges he bore to Fiza. How can he forgot that he is a dad! she was a victim(!)

He was blaming himself when a creaking sound came... He saw that Fiza came back from the bathroom. Now without any scurf showing him a gentle smile.

 Wazib sighed and rummaged his pocket to found out a mask.

Luckily he had one, he placed it onto Fiza quietly. She was staring at her father intensely while he was busy at placing the mask. She knows it, she knows it very nicely that he also faced many things... It is quite normal having so many grudges towards her. That thing was supposed to happen one day and that is what happened...

Wazib realized, her face was wet, the corner of her eyes was also red...Maybe she cried....or maybe not!

Hmm, after all, it's his own daughter. Suppressing self feelings is her genetic habit. It's just that... she is still unskilled.

..........................

Fiza was too slow while walking on the street. She was distracted actually. As if someone is forcing her to walk.

-Walk a little faster.

Wazib ordered her. But it didn't impact her.

Even after returning home Wazib noticed Fiza was still bleak and gloomy.

-Any problem?

Fiza quickly nodded no with a smile. Then silently went to her bedroom and lied down.

Hmm...

Wazib didn't ask further...indeed it was a tiring day.

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...............................

In the middle of the night... 

Wazib suddenly woke up sensing something. There is sounds from Fiza's room. As if....someone is talking.

Wazib opened the door slowly and saw.... his daughter was blabbering in sleep. He felt as if his ear was being blessed by Fiza's voice. 

He tried to listen carefully. Who knows, maybe he could get to know the inner feelings of Fiza. But not even a single word was clear. 

Huh...

Wazib slowly put down his palm on Fiza's forehead.

"A high fever!!"

Why??? Did his words trigger her that much??

-Mommy....

Wazib looked at her daughter with a shocking face. After all, he heard his daughter's voice clearly after so many years that he couldn't believe his ears. Her voice hasn't changed that much through these years...Still, she has that innocent girlish voice as if she is still a 13/14-year-old girl.

Wazib was dazing thinking about past stories while Fiza subconsciously grabbed his hand and started calling mommy continuously.

Wazib felt a sharp heartache. He felt as if someone was stabbing him with lots of knives directly into his heart. His body started sweating badly.  

He looked at Fiza....His only beloved daughter. 

A delightful moonlight was coming through the window and was placed over her face.... She was looking beautiful. 

Wazib never saw any sleeping beauty....but yeah he saw Fiza.

He slowly embraced his daughter's hand and kissed it gently. All of a sudden tears started rolling down from his cheeks, he tried to stop them forcefully...

But some things are good to be let go....Silently...