With Dinda's reaction still looking so shocked, the door to the room opened roughly and quickly. It revealed a middle-aged man with glasses and a neat suit that was always authoritative.

Yes! Anggoro Wijaya, the man appeared with a worried look on his face and walked hurriedly and hugged his daughter tightly.

"What's wrong with you, Honey? Why didn't you tell Papa that you were sick?" Anggoro joked as he stroked Dinda's head.

But Dinda was silent, her mouth locked as if unable to answer the question despite the many things she wanted to tell her father, the only person she had. Trying to hold back her tears that were almost flowing down her face, Dinda replied, "I'm fine, Pa ... I just tired."

Was that answer enough? Of course not because Anggoro continued to express his anxiety as if he was so shocked by what his daughter was going through, it was clear that this father figure did not want anything to happen to his daughter, let alone lose him.

"Please don't be like this, Dinda. Papa almost had a heart attack when he heard your news earlier," Anggoro emphasised.

However, in the midst of the conversation, there was something they almost forgot, namely the figure who had helped Dinda to survive. Yes! The man who was still there and witnessing the emotional scene was silent with a warm smile.

Anggoro, who suddenly realised the man's presence, narrowed his eyes, staring at the strange man standing right beside his daughter's bed.

"Who is this, Dinda?" asked Anggoro while raising both eyebrows.

Dinda, who looked nervous, tried to control herself, "Ah! T-this is the one who helped me and brought me here, Pa," she replied and then turned her gaze to the man, "What's your name?"

The stranger then smiled kindly, "I'm Indra, Sir," he replied while bowing his body in respect.

Anggoro nodded in understanding although his smile was a little forced, "Thank you."

From there, Anggoro's attitude was slightly different from before, the man was more silent and tended to pay attention to Indra who was only dressed in a janitor's uniform, very much different from himself who was always dressed neatly and in a tie.

It then managed to make Indra feel awkward and even uncomfortable, especially when he saw Anggoro's way of speaking, which was a little restrictive. Until not long after, Indra decided to immediately leave the situation that was uncomfortable for him.

"Ah! Sorry, I'm afraid I have to leave immediately because it's still my working hours," the man said and got up from his seat.

Anggoro, who also stood up, replied, "Well... I am truly grateful that you helped my daughter."

Indra just smiled and didn't say much more until the man walked away after saying goodbye to Dinda. Meanwhile, Anggoro did not stop staring at the door of the room that had been closed tightly after Indra left.

Dinda realised that something strange was happening to her father after meeting Indra.

"Pa?" The woman tried to reprimand her father but the call didn't seem to get a response.

How could it not? Now Anggoro seemed to be lost in a daydream that he created himself, his mind seemed to be focused on the old man who saved his son. Until finally Dinda leaned her body slightly and waved her hand in front of her father's face.

"Papa?"

"Y-yes!?" Anggoro reflexively blinked although he himself seemed to be trying to control himself, "What's wrong, Honey? Do you need anything? Let Papa bring it to you."

But Dinda shook her head, "I should be the one asking, what's wrong with Papa? He's been daydreaming."

Anggoro then replied with a faint smile, "It's nothing, Honey. It's nothing important."

Both of them then fell silent, Dinda certainly did not immediately believe her father's words. She knew very well the nature of her father who often hid things rather than revealing them. But on the other hand, Dinda also felt anxious about the situation.

How could she not? Until now, the woman did not know whether her father had found out about her pregnancy. Until a few moments later, Dinda tried to break the ice even though her heart was beating wildly.

"Ah, Pa ... did the nurse say when can I go home? I think I want to be treated at home."

"I don't know, Papa hasn't asked because Papa came straight here when I arrived," Anggoro replied casually.

That made Dinda a little relieved because it meant that Anggoro didn't know anything about her pregnancy yet, but of course that wouldn't last long because ready or not, Anggoro would find out about her child's pregnancy.

A few days passed ... Dinda's condition began to recover and she was able to return home even though she insisted on being treated at home.

This afternoon they returned home after taking care of some hospital documents. But there was something that made Dinda feel strange about her father's current attitude. Throughout the journey, the old man seemed to be more silent.

Dinda secretly watched her father from the side, "What's wrong? There's something strange about Papa," she wondered.

Yes! Ever since Anggoro came out of the doctor's room and finished the administration, his face suddenly changed, the look in his eyes seemed to be holding something back, clearly visible through the slightly furrowed lines of his forehead.

"Did something happen at the office?" she asked herself, and Dinda shook her head quickly, "Ah! No way, Papa usually tells me anything about the office."

This made things awkward and it lasted until they got home.

"You get plenty of rest, Honey. Don't go to the office yet, Papa's secretary will handle your work," Anggoro explained.

"Why? Why, I'm already fine, Pa. I can already-"

"Just obey Papa, Honey. You stay at home, okay?" interrupted Anggoro, who suddenly had a cold tone.

Dinda was surprised and quickly nodded, "Ah! W-well... I understand."

Anggoro then went to his private room, from behind the man was seen rubbing his head while chuckling softly. This made Dinda feel even more curious about the situation.

Until the next morning, the two met again at the dining table at breakfast time. The atmosphere was cold and quiet even though the television in the dining room was on and the sound of Emma cooking could be heard.

Dinda looked at Anggoro with her mind wondering.

"Tsk! What's wrong with Papa!? How can you just ignore me like this," she grumbled.

Dinda then took a quick bite of the bread and chewed it roughly, like a tiger eating its prey. This went on for a few minutes until suddenly...

Anggoro put down the knife after he had finished smearing the bread with jam and finally looked at the girl who was still engrossed in eating the jam bread even though she had already finished several strands.

"Eat a lot, don't let Papa's grandchildren starve later."

"Caugh!!!" Dinda blinked so hard that she choked on her own food, "Wh-what!?"