A widower? Hot Daddy's.

The Part 11

Almiera Shofia Prameswary's

Chest feels tight, face feels hot and immediately without tears falling until a moment later enough to make my cheeks wet even to drip on the pillow I hug.

"What have they done?"

I can't imagine what they're doing there. I was caught off guard when I saw the shadow of their filthy deeds in my mind.

"Why can you do that with me?"

I didn't realize that the little girl was watching me closely, trying to find an answer without asking a question.

"Eh, baby, have you taken the doll?"

Immediately I wiped my tears and smiled to cover up what had really happened.

"Udah, Aunt."

Syafina was smiling but not as usual. He walked up to me who had not moved since, with the doll in his arms. After climbing onto the bed unexpectedly Syafina gave me a hug. Syafina's embrace made my tears flow again.

"Auntie why?"

Syafina let go of her embrace, her eyes so clear that they looked at me, looking for an honest answer to the question she had just asked.

"Why not, dear."

I gently rubbed her hair and cheeks, not making her confused to think about what really happened.

"Bad evil same aunt?"

Instantly my caress came to a halt when the little boy turned out to be able to read the situation that was currently going on.

"Darling, is it bad, bobo yu? Here's aunt hugging."

I laid Syafina down and hugged her, hoping to turn my attention to wanting to know what was going on between me and her father, perhaps closing my eyes could immediately reduce the tightness in my chest.

A few hours had passed, Syafina had been asleep since then but these eyes could not compromise at all. Tiredness was actually unable to defeat the disruption of my current sense, thinking about what had happened earlier.

I grab the phone on the dresser, and handsfree in the briefcase right next to it, and then I pick out some pop songs as a lullaby playlist hoping this venture will work.

Furthermore, yes, I was still awake until dawn. I stared at the innocent face so deeply that it hypnotized me to kiss her on the forehead.

"My dear aunt, hopefully someday it will be time for you to call aunty...Mother."

The hope I put on a third tonight was sincere, although I still couldn't accept the incident, maybe for some time the pain would still be felt.

Abhimana Anga

"You sleep on top yeah, I'm downstairs."

I took one of the pillows and rolled out a blanket as a base to reduce the coldness of the floor. Ana did not respond, she was still silent, perhaps not knowing what to talk about.

"You have to sleep, let's go home tomorrow not sapped."

"Why don't we sleep together?"

As if not caring about what I just said, Ana instead asked such a thing.

"We're not husband and wife."

For a moment Ana fell silent again, but after that...

"Why if not husband and wife? We don't do anything either, do we? We sleep together doesn't mean we're having a husband and wife relationship."

Lucky I still have a lot of patience stock facing people like Ana who considers sleeping together with a man without status is normal, even though it is all taboo. Do not just because the development is progressing then forget the most important thing, namely self-esteem.

Ana seemed to be offended by my words, because without saying anything else, she had covered her body with a blanket, but for now there was not the slightest bit of guilt that made me have to apologize to her, at least until he gets home tomorrow.

In my mind right now is filled with a bad shadow about what would happen between me and Mira, if he saw the events in the video call earlier, he said, surely Mira will think negatively about what I've done with Ana.

I don't have an official relationship with Mira, but I'm not too stupid to not understand what she's feeling, just not having the courage to believe that I have the same feelings as her, given our very different backgrounds. In terms of material and future, Mira no longer need to think about it, while I always walk and try without certainty, moreover my status is now a widower who has a baby. I don't want to burden Mira's life by forcing my relationship with her, it might seem so naive, but I will still be happy when I see her happy even if she's not with me.

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Until finally in half the journey by force I had to stop due to the fragments of two-wheeled vehicles scattered with pools of blood flooding the asphalt, asphalt, the same blood is seen on the windshield of a car whose front has been damaged by colliding with an iron horse speeding in the opposite direction.

After stopping due to traffic jams from the accident, I resumed my journey but this time with a little slowing down, the accident I saw a little bit made me worry about myself, not out of fear of death, but more so when I am gone, who will take care of and raise Syaphina later.

Four hours have passed and now I have reached the front of the house, but it seems like the atmosphere around the housing is quiet. Before entering, I took the time to just look and pay attention to Mira's house. Time has shown at three in the afternoon which means that at this time Mira has not returned from her professional activities.

After cleaning the luggage that I brought, I immediately want to confirm the news of Syafina. But when the phone is in hand and the name Mira is ready to be pressed, doubts arise that I finally prefer to contact Mother.

"Hello, why Ga?"

It didn't take long to connect with Mom on the other end of the phone.

"It's ma'am, ummhhh, is Syafina there?"

"Who? Syafina is the same Mira, you don't know?"

"I know ma'am, Kirain Syafina went back to my mother's house."

"Oh, no, he was crying when he wanted to join Mira, so Mother Mira did not have the heart to deny it, now you are again where?"

"I'm home, Mom. Yes, yes, yes, Mom, I want to call Mira first."

I'll close the call immediately. I don't want you to know what's going on between me and Mira, my problems are enough for me to solve them. But I didn't call Mira, let me wait for her to come home.

"Mas Angga seems to have come home?"

The greeting of the complex security officer disperse my daydream that was waiting for Mira's arrival by sitting on a chair in front of the house.

"Oh yes sir, how are you? Everything safe?"

"Beres Mas, but when Angga mas go there is a nanyai loh." Said the complex security officer while smiling like a tease.

"Whose name, sir?"

"Neighbors in front of the house, like Mira kangen mba kangen same mas Angga."

I didn't think, when I wasn't around, Mira was looking for me.

"Ah no sir, it's just because there's a need."

I said, at least to prevent bad news that could have spread and become the gossip of the neighbors about my closeness and Mira.

"Yes there is a relationship is also okay, it's equally no partner." He said again as he passed back to guard the security post at the gate of the housing complex where I live.

I spent the time waiting by typing to create a new story on the mobile app for free writing and reading, which I used to promote my new novel, my followers on the app are quite a lot, making it easier for me to spread the word about my published works, some of them responded enthusiastically and some of them even asked through personal messages, about literacy and personal problems. For matters related to authorship I am happy to answer it, but for personal matters I do not respond at all, let it be privacy.

From far away, I heard the sound of cars slowly entering the gates and the complex road, but unfortunately it was not the car of the person I was waiting for, just by looking at a glance I can confirm that it is not the car that Mira used to use, but the car stopped right in front of Mira's house which makes me want to not have to pay attention to it.

After stopping and turning off the engine, a man wearing a neat shirt suit rushed out to open the front door for someone he was transporting.

Yes, the person opened the door by the man was Mira with and carrying Syafina.

"Dad."

Syafina who saw my presence in front of the house immediately asked to come down from the sling Mira and ran over, I spread my hands to catch and then carried her.

"Dad's son during his naughty stay isn't he?"

Syafina shook her head then hugged me to let go of the longing after a few days of not meeting.

I approached Mira and the man who was still standing in front of Mira's house. The man smiled in greeting and we finally decided. He introduced himself by the name of Andrew, a young doctor of descent, his father came from England and his mother from one of the big cities in West Java, after I chatted pleasantries with him, I was also pamit.

"Thank you, sorry."

Mira did not reply, she looked at me expressionlessly as usual.

"Honey to say thanks to Auntie."

Not knowing what to do, I told Syafina to thank her before saying goodbye to returning home.

"Thank you aunt." Syafina said while waving her hand, but this time Mira returned Syafina's hand with a smile, forced. I let out a long sigh after trying to stabilize the heartbeat that had been irregular, then entered the house and then locked the door of the house, as well as the heart.