CHAPTER 3

"You don't recognize me?" That question made me confused to respond.

I turned my eyes toward the ceiling again, blinking a few times, trying to find a memory of the man beside me.

He asked as if I knew him. Do I have to know him?

I turned to him, "I'm not in a good condition."

"But, there is no problem with your head." He pointed at my head.

I shrugged my shoulders trying to convince him.

He looked at me and then smiled a little, changed his sitting position, he was now leaning slightly towards me. His elbows touched the thighs and his fingers interlocked.

"Gil.."

When that name was called instantly my whole body shivered, a reaction that took him by surprise. I could hear the chair falling as he held my shoulders together, that big hand gripping my shoulders tightly, in such a state I could still see his worried-looking eyes. He ran out when I lost consciousness.

I don't know since when, but hearing my father's name makes me unable to control my emotions. This emotion starts with pain, then added disappointment and also deep sadness. I loved my father like a child loves his parents, but over time that affection changed into something else.

Hatred.

Every breath I take just to hate him. The father who made me what I am, who plunged me into darkness and never pull me up again.

I groaned, my head already feels much lighter now. I don't know how long I've been asleep, but when I opened my eyes today it felt like all my pain was disappeared.

I opened my eyes and could feel the sunlight hitting my face, I turned and found a large window covered with brown curtains that opened slightly so that the light of the sun began to enter.

"Sunny…" I murmured slowly, for so long I had never seen the light.

"Ah, does that bother you?"

I turned my head to hear a voice that was getting more and more familiar in my ears, the man was beside me, sitting with his feet resting on each other. On his thigh, I saw an open book. He's reading a book.

"You read a book in a dark room." I said, not answering his question.

He was silent for a moment then smiled, his finger pointing towards the open curtain "That's why I opened it a little, but it turned out the light woke you up."

I didn't say anything, instead, I turned again towards the window. I can see the blue sky.

"Can I see the sky?" I asked.

Instead of answering, the man got up and opened the curtains halfway, he opened another smaller window so that in addition to the light there was a gust of wind coming in as well.

I still lay on the bed, feeling the warmth of the sun. It felt like I was coming back to life, a little cold breeze and also the sky that looked bright really calmed me down.

The man didn't say anything, he sat back in my bedside chair, reading his book while I enjoyed the view outside. I didn't know what floor this room was on, for sure I couldn't see anything other than the bluish-white expanse of the sky.

"You want a drink?" He asked then, bringing me a glass of mineral water.

I nodded slowly. He helped me to sit on the bed and give me water to drink slowly, my throat was dry and the pain was so excruciating.

"You can't drink too much yet, the doctor said everything should be done slowly." He said when he saw me in pain from swallowing mineral water in a glass.

He kept the glass on the nightstand. Today he wears a polo shirt. The hair is still the same, so neat with gel and combed back.

"How long have I been asleep?"

He raised his eyebrows one and smiled a little, "One week." He answered slowly, his deep voice sounded so soft.

"Sorry.." I said spontaneously, I don't know why I feel I have to apologize for having slept so long.

"Why are you apologizing?"

I shooked my head, because I didn't understand myself. Things like this weigh on me.

"The drugs in your body have completely disappeared, same like the bruises. In some parts of the bruises and injection wounds also gone now." He explained while pointing to some parts of my body that were covered by a long-sleeved pajamas.

I rolled up the sleeves to see what he said, and sure enough, some parts had already healed.

"You are malnourished.." He said again.

I blinked then turned my eyes to him, feeling so embarrassed to hear that.

"I think you were treated badly there."

I shook my head slowly, "I have no appetite." I said.

He nodded, then his gaze fell back on the book on his lap. I spread my eyes throughout the room. The room is not too spacious but feels so comfortable, a large mattress with a nightstand on the side and a chair, near the door of the room there is a fairly large sofa. In front of me was a television set against the wall. Large glass conducts sunlight well.

"Do you like this room?" He asked, making me pay attention to the man again.

"Yes, I like the sunshine." I answered slowly.

He nodded again, immersed in the book he was reading.

I wanted to ask and talk more, but I put it off. I want to enjoy this sunshine for longer.