Whatever my father asked of me I should have said no.

I came up here because your father asked to see you.

But his father didn't ask, and no one came around looking for him.

At the end of the day, he had his father ask for her hand.

Never had his father asked so many questions he couldn't answer.

Of course I couldn't tell her what my father had asked me to do.

His father thought about it, asked some questions and finally said no.

Our father was long since past asking where such things came from.

His father always asked him that: what are you going to do?

Though the father asked around among his friends, no one in the neighborhood heard from him again.