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QUIVA

A smile stretched on my lips when I remembered the conversation I had with my father earlier.

We talked, just the two of us.

"Do you really want to marry him?" He asked, looking stern while staring at our garden.

"Yes, father." I answered certain. Even though I knew that he will let us marry, I still got nervous when he called me to talk alone.

"Are you going to be happy with him?" He asked, this time staring into my eyes.

I break down. Suddenly, I don't see the strict father I grew up with. The man I see in front of me, has soft eyes, gentle face and modest tone.

"Yes." I cried.

He nodded slightly. Looked sideways. I saw how his eyes sparkled because of forming tears?

"Then I have no reason to oppose."

I then totally broke down in tears.

"Father," My voice cracked. He looked at me softly. His lips stretch forming a small smile.

I ran to him to embrace him. He hugged me back, so I cried harder.

"Thank you." I said crying. I feel him stroking my hair.

"Anything for my daughter. A