A widower? Hot Daddy's.

The Part 13

Almiera Shofia Prameswary's

In the afternoon Andrew came back to pick me up, but I had subtly rejected him, but he was still pushy. On the way home, we didn't talk too much or maybe I'd rather stay quiet today. Syafina who is usually cheerful today is like having lost her motivation to be happy. I held him but still there was no reaction, his gaze was always fixed out the window, no matter what he saw, but I felt his heart, mind and view were not in line.

"Dear, what's wrong with you? Ko from aunty noticed that you are in them, not usually rich? You're not feeling well."

Syafina did not answer, she just shook her head slowly. I held her forehead to make sure she was okay and there were no symptoms of fever on her forehead.

"Syafina might want something?"

Andrew tried to persuade her, but the answer remained the same, Syafina just shook her head.

Andrew gestured to me with his eyes to confirm the event after this, but it didn't seem like the right time for us to eat together the way Andrew wanted, lucky for me who didn't want to.

Finally, after a less pleasant journey, we arrived at the front of the house. Andrew got out of his car and ran to open the door.

"Thank you."

But unknowingly, across there was someone standing watching us.

"Dad."

Syafina realized that her father had returned, she thrashed and forced her down from the sling and ran to him. Angga spread his arms and then met Syafina who ended a warm embrace full of longing and affection between her father and little daughter. A simple but happy moment.

I wanted to do what Syafina is doing, to let go of the longing that has been bothering me for a few days, but this heart still hurts too much with what happened before, forcing me not to go near him.

The heart started pounding when he came over still with the same smile that I currently have a hard time understanding. Either he understands and feels guilty for the pain I feel or not.

Angga introduced himself to Andrew, even they had a little chat to ask the truth may not be so important. Lucky Angga not too long in front of me, because if he had been in front of me for longer I would have been out of control I could no longer resist the feeling of anger, sadness, sadness, disappointed also the cry stored in the chest, although actually I was happy to see it again, but this face was not at all wanting to show that feeling, then when Syafina waved her hand I could smile, she said, by force.

"Mira?"

Andrew roused me from the daydreams I hadn't seen since when I did.

"Eh, yes, why En? Oh yeah, you wanna stop by first?"

Andrew didn't answer my question right away, but he seemed to be thinking about something.

"Now, not Ra, next time."

Andrew immediately said, I did not mince words to prevent or force him to visit at home for a moment because I actually wanted to be alone, he said, I need a calmness that might be able to treat the heartache I am going through.

Angga Abiman.

"Have you eaten yet?"

Syafina shook her head, I felt that today she was not as usual, her smile seemed forced, but when she carried it she looked so cheerful.

"Eat now yuk? I brought you something."

I brought him something, this is a dish that was often cooked by Viona, Syafina was so fond of this cuisine, because when she was still living with her grandmother when she was not having a taste for food, his grandmother would always make this dish and it always managed to make Syafina cheerful again.

But this time, it seemed like it would not be the same, after a few feedings, Syafina immediately refused to eat, even though the portion of the meal was not like this, I felt like something was making her change from the previous one.

"Why you, baby? You sick?

Syafina. I held her forehead, but there were no symptoms of fever.

"Syafina, I want you to be the same, but you have to be honest."

This time Syafina did not answer my question, but I still asked her because there might be something that disturbs the mind of such a small child.

"Syafina, what makes you a gini? As you know, Dad's son is a good son."

Syafina was still speechless, her face bowed indicating she did not dare to express what she felt.

"Syafina, if it's her father, you have to answer!"

With a heavy heart, without raising the tone but containing pressure on the command sentence it finally came out just like that.

"Are you an evil father to aunty?"

Deg, one question that came out of his mouth made me confused and afraid to answer or explain.

"You mean?"

"When the aunt finished the father's nelefon, auntie nangis, continued yesterday Syafina danger aunty again fit to bobo, but Syafina diem pretended bobo continued to hug aunty."

I approached Syafina and hugged her, looking for answers to what I had to give her so she could understand. An adult's explanation of his feelings won't be easy to understand.

"Darling, I never mean auntie, it's just a misunderstanding, Daddy love equally rich Daddy love you, so which Dad might have to hurt you."

After hearing my answer earlier, Syafina started to smile again but now it is my turn to think about the problem again, but this afternoon I had set my heart on staying away because I thought this man was the right person for her. He is different from me, I am sure he will be able to compensate because they are one profession and from the outside it looks so harmonious.

The phone rang, I saw it on the screen from someone I already knew, after chatting for a moment the call ended.

I smiled, it was funny to hear the work I was receiving right now that I felt had nothing to do with the profession I was in.

"Fest?" I murmured in my heart.

But it's okay, as long as I make money that is lawful, anything I will do as long as it is still within the limits of a reasonable job.

"Who, Dad?"

"Dear job, two more weeks like I'm gonna have to leave you first, it's okay, right?"

Syafina started to moody when she found out that I was going to leave her again because of work.

"Daddy won't be long?"

"It's just for a minute baby, it was just last night, it went straight home."

In the end, Syafina was trying to understand what I was doing. I often give him advice about life, indeed such a small child will not immediately understand what I say, but with a lot of time I talk to him may be more able to understand each other.

"Will you get in Omah first, will you?"

Syafina looked at me, whether there was something wrong with what I said or if there was something she wanted.

"Why don't you think the same about Mira, Dad?"

Apparently Syafina would rather stay at Mira's house, but that's all I can't do considering the current conditions are not so comfortable.

"Darling, horrified Dad, you don't have to be too much of a auntie anymore, huh? Cassian tantenya, it'll be tired."

"Why tired, huh?"

"Kan aunty must work dear, whose name is work should use energy, well if the aunty work continues to have to keep you also later the energy can abis, then the tantnya will be sick, you don't want a sick aunt, do you?"

Syafina nodded excitedly, maybe the last question from me earlier could be a little understood by her.

"Sorry dear, from now on you should be able to get away from aunt Mira." I murmured in my heart.

It was getting late, my eyes were still not ready to be closed, the incident this afternoon seemed to be able to linger in the shadows, but I would be happy if he was happy with him, he said, right now there is not the slightest motivation for struggle that I have.

Ting.

In the early evening, someone was still calling.

"Sorry."

The message contained only that one word and also one sad emoji sign of regret for everything that has happened.

"Yes, it's okay."

I replied to the message and also included one smiling emoji as a sign that I had truly forgiven her, but then I turned off the phone hoping not to communicate with her first.

Almiera Shofia Prameswary's

Some nights I found it hard to close my eyes and so easy to tear up, it was really emotionally draining and energizing, but thank goodness to see it is fine I am happy and maybe I will try to let it go with Ana.

Thirst forced me to get up and wet it until tonight my stomach felt full just by filling with water. After I finished I went back to the room and would try to close my eyes so that I could start knitting dreams, but before the softness of the mattress was stroking my body, the bright lights across there forced me to momentarily stare at someone sitting accompanied by a warm cup of tea which from afar could be slightly seen still billowing signifying he had not been there long.

Unknowingly I smiled but still shed tears, not really willing if in fact he had to tether his heart to Ana.

My reflexes flicked the curtains to close the window as he stared right at the window of my room that was in front, hoping that he would not be aware of my presence for some time.

I pulled a blanket over my entire body, tried to close my eyes hoping that my dreams would unite me with her, because I found it difficult for the real world to bring us together.