The Owner

Chapter 6

I nodded because I believed. I believe Dad is innocent. He is a good person and he will not do things that could harm him. That can destroy our family. It's just the two of us living together so he won't do anything bad.

"I-I believe, Dad... I believe in you..." I said softly and reached for his face. I really tear up when I see that he was beaten by people or maybe by the police.

"They accused me of thief, son...along with my colleagues... They said we were stealing and copying a big company's toys.. And selling them at a lower price... Dad can't do that, Jam... Never.. You know how we are... You know we get content with the things we have and God gave us. You know that , son.." he pleaded. There's something about Father Jasper. It's like he's afraid that I'll think differently of him.

He is my inspiration. He was my role model...

"I-I know... I know... you can't do it, Dad... I know that..." I nodded and his rough hands managed to wipe my tears from my cheeks .

"But the only thing I don't know, son... That's why... there are people who sculpted me and are the same as their toys..." he said almost whispering it so that no one else would hear about it.

"W-What...what do you mean, ''Dad?" I will ask.

"Your big company... The most well known largest toy factory in the country, son... I see some that are the same as my works... I saw it once... I didn't pay much attention because I thought that maybe... it was all just a coincidence... That maybe it wasn't by chance that the toy was the same as the one I made... I don't know but I know... I know that they know the original did so and now...they are just spinning the situation..." he told me at length. I can't help but be hurt. That can't be...

That can't happen. I know the toys that Father Jasper sculpts. I know when he starts it and when he finishes it. He still has copies because he draws them first.

who? Who is doing this to my father? Who... then... There is someone behind everything. Is there someone who will betray my father and sell the copies to said company and insist on the sin that Father Jasper did not commit?

"Dad... Besides me... Who else? Who else is the person you trust with the toys you draw?" He stopped for a moment and seemed to fall into deep thought.

His chest heaved and seemed to have no words to answer me.

"'Dad..."

"Jam..." He closed his eyes tightly.

"Who is it? I know...someone is betraying you..."

"I don't want him to feel sorry... Jam... He had nothing to do with what happened to me today. I'm the only one to blame, Jam... Only me... Only Dad..." he said which was accompanied by shaking.

"B-But it's not your fault, Dad... Nothing... Tell me the truth... Who is he, Dad?"

"Si..." I caught my own breath because of the trembling in my chest. "Dad..."

"Si... Sahara, which Sahara is yours, Jam..."

"How?"

"I know...he can't do that, Jam... He won't do that to her...."

"How can you be sure he won't do that, ''Dad?" I asked him challengingly.

"I just know, son... I know..."

"Dad... I'll get you out of here..." I said seriously and he just shook his head.

"We will suffer, son... We will only suffer... The ears of the laws are closed. They will prioritize and choose to believe the people who are high in society. The owner of that company is not an ordinary person. They are big people. ... They can charge me with a serious charge, Jam…”

"You're innocent, Dad! Let's fight that! Let's fight that you didn't do that! You're not guilty, Dad..." I said crying.

He is all I have now, only my father and I will not let him be imprisoned here forever. I will not let him lose me now.

I will ask for help... I will ask Alley for help and I know they will help us...

"I bought some toys... The quality is better and more expensive... I did that to make sure it was the same and I didn't make a mistake... Even in any part you can see, I know. ..that's mine... I know I'm the one who originally made that toy..." my father said boldly. The anger at the traitor was still in his voice. "They turned that into evidence against me. So I have nothing to lose..."

It's all my dad's..." I said in shock and I looked at the toys Father Jasper was referring to. The toys he bought were all lying on the table.

I was talking to three policemen today and they showed me the copies of what they say my father stole.

"That's just one of those toys that the price is high but the kids buy it over and over again. It's already made millions in income." I couldn't believe what I heard.

Dad was the one who suffered. My father worked hard to make these toys and it was all his idea... How can a big company pay for my father's struggles?

"That company can be sued. Because they are the thieves, not my father! He worked hard for it! I know when he starts and ends it all... That company is the one who copies and steals!" I exclaimed angrily. I couldn't control my emotions.

It really turns out that Father Jasper is guilty even though he is innocent...

"Be careful with your words, kid. And you don't have enough evidence to give us to believe your father is innocent. If you want to exonerate your father, find evidence. Find the original that you copy to fight in court..."

"My father has a copy!" I shouted. Both my fists clenched tightly.

I will never stop looking for evidence for my father.

"Go ahead, kid. Bring it to us," a policeman sneered. My eyes darkened at him but I still tried to be calm.

Because anger doesn't help me. If my emotions get ahead of me, Father Jasper will be even worse. That's what I would never do. That's what I avoid.

"Also kid, you should be ashamed of Chief Alked. Because his family is the owner of the company you say is a thief. That's why he was also one of the ones assigned to arrest your father and his colleague."

It was like something hit my chest when I heard that. Shame enveloped me again.

Out of nowhere I looked at the policeman named Alked Herran...

There was no trace of any emotion on his face. The way he stared was still cold. His jaw was constantly tense.

My heart beat faster because of the nervousness... I could also be sued because... of what I said earlier.

I didn't know that his family owned that company...

I just swallowed my own tongue. I didn't mean to... I didn't mean to say that, but my emotions really got ahead of me. I was really just overcome with resentment. I am very excited about them.

I didn't think... I didn't think that what Dad worked hard for... was just taken by someone else and they're still selling it. He worked hard for it... He worked hard for it...

"There, stop too. You better go home, kid. Bring us the evidence you're talking about so we can exonerate your father," the policeman told me coldly.

I stood up and was about to go to my father when the policewoman stopped me. I recoiled in shock. He looks bad at me. Are they really like this? You thought they were too tall?

"You can't talk to your father anymore, visiting hours are over and don't forget to bring your lawyer," he said with a smile. I clenched my fist because of the annoyance I felt.

I want to curse them. I'm really sick of them! They have no heart!

Instead of dealing with those creatures, I chose to just get out of the precinct. Because of the shock, I almost stepped on the trash bin that I passed in the hallway. But I couldn't stop myself anymore and I kicked the trash can outside. The policeman who was on guard at that time saw that and even stood up. It looked at me intently.

The trash cans are scattered on the road because of what I did, so naturally he will be really angry with me. Who would not? He stood up and I knew he was going to approach me but he didn't when someone spoke from behind me.

"Chief Alked..." the police officer said to the man and we were both surprised to see that he picked up the trash one by one, it was all plastic but what he did was surprising.

"Chief, I'm over there!" said the policeman in panic and he ran towards us.

He stood up and clapped both of his palms together. I turned to leave this place when he stopped me. But he didn't hold my hand.

"Let's talk," he said seriously with emphasis in his voice.

"Why would I talk to you? Who do you think you are?" I asked him coldly. I don't want to be like this, to lose respect for people.

"Let's talk," he repeated what he said earlier.

I frowned at him and stared even though I knew my eyes were watering. I quickly turned away from him and took big steps.

He didn't follow me anymore which I was thankful for. I returned to our house only to cry when I saw our things inside.

There was almost nothing left and all that was on the floor and scattered broken things. We use sculpture and the finished ones are also broken one by one.

My tears started to fall down my cheeks when I saw that my sculpture did not escape from their destruction.

"N-They're all so bad! They're all together..." I cried and even though my knees were weak, I just picked up the broken ones that really needed to be thrown away and could no longer be used. I'm wasted on those.

I just put that sculpture of Dad Jasper and I in a box. After an hour and a half of cleaning, I went to my father's room and saw that it was also a mess. I first looked for the one we use for sketching but I couldn't find it. It's blue but I can't really find it.

I know where it is but I can't really see anything. Even your old one is gone. Weakly, I just sat down on the small chair and washed my hands.

"What now? What now, Jam? You need to find that... It's necessary because that's our only hope for Dad... As for Jam..." I was talking to myself like crazy and if once more I straightened my own hair.

It's really debilitating. That's the only evidence we can do to free dad, but is that really what we lost?

What if we were already ahead? Or maybe Father Jasper gave it to someone else? Where is that now? Our situation is crying...

My dad and I just wanted a normal and simple life, but why did everything become complicated for us in just a blink of an eye? How did we get into this situation?

I felt as if heaven and earth were entwined because of despair. I only have my father, my mother is gone and I don't want to lose him... I don't want to lose my Father Jasper too. Because I really can't live without him...

To Be Continued...