A widower? Hot Daddy's.

The Part 18

Almiera Shofia Prameswary's

Today I will give my best, I want to prove that I am capable and worthy of being his companion and deserve to be called 'Mother'.

After I finished buying all the ingredients, I drove the vehicle at a slightly different pace than usual, impatient to show what I could as a woman. Arriving at the gate of the complex I found Ana's car parked right in front of her house and the owner was sitting holding Syafina.

"Patience, just one more step."

I take a breath trying to calm down so I can control my emotions from jealousy, I don't want everything to fall apart just because I can't control my emotions.

I got out of the car confidently, I'm sure this time I won't be able to give him any room to approach him again.

"Auntie."

Seeing my arrival, Syafina was seen struggling and forced immediately down from her lap and with her small legs she ran to bring her happiness to me. I stretched out both hands to greet him, then I caught him and lifted him up before he was finally in a sling.

"This is just the first step" I murmured inwardly as I glanced slightly at the surprised-looking woman there.

Angga who has been standing on the doorstep just looks at us with a smile, a smile that always makes me melt, or maybe I am not the only one who feels so. I approached them holding Syafina and after the distance between me and her was close enough.

Cup.

Without the slightest hesitation I gave the kiss to her after previously rebuking kindly to Ana. For a moment Angga was silent, I don't think he would have thought that I would do that in front of Ana, but it seemed like he didn't have a problem with what I was doing even though it might be a little outrageous, maybe, but let it all be a sign to him that the 'hot daddy' has now become mine. It might only take one more step to permanentize his status.

I rushed in after asking Angga for help to pick up groceries in the car. The day that has gone on in the afternoon makes me have to do it quickly, make a menu of dishes that are a favorite of both of them, lucky I can chat with Syafina so that I can know about what she likes or not.

After finishing taking the groceries and putting them on the table, Angga immediately returned to the front to meet Ana, but shortly after that there was a sound of a car that seemed to leave the housing complex. I wished that the one who left was Ana and it turned my wish into reality after seeing Angga have returned to accompany me.

Angga helped me cook, his status as a 'hot daddy' must have made him understand that homework is not as easy as it looks.

Finished cooking and preparing the dishes on the table, Syafina and I prepared behind the dinner table, just waiting for Angga to return from his duty to light my house, he left already earlier but until now has not returned, something that I think is too long just to turn on the lights. After Angga came back I just understood the reason why he was there long enough. Seeing family photos as the reason, family photos that have been displayed two years ago on one of the living room walls. His size is quite large and the family photos that seem warm seem to attract his attention to linger there, or maybe he looked at my young face first? Ah maybe.

At first glance, thinking back about my relationship with Angga that we had previously talked about, I more precisely expressed my intention to immediately become a legitimate pendaping of his life. Impressed in a hurry indeed but my age that has matured as a woman forced me to immediately determine the attitude for my own future. I don't really know Angga and his past, but my heart tells me he's a good person. The story I heard from the parents of the late Viona also indirectly gave me an idea of how the marriage relationship with the birth mother of Syafina was, then his daily life with his little daughter always showed a loving relationship, armed with all that I dared to solidify the choice to him.

After finishing the nice dinner, Angga forbade me to just wash dishes and kitchen utensils that were dirty because of the cooking event, the attention of the simple thing that makes me flattered, flattered, I didn't think he was watching me.

Then we continued to drink tea while accompanying Syafina who was cool with her hobby. The term fruit falling not far from the tree seemed to apply to him. The little girl inherited the beauty of her late mother and has an art spirit that flows from her father, maybe someday I will feel very proud to be able to care for and educate her until she can become a successful and perfect woman, and of course she calls 'Mother'.

While enjoying the warm tea he made for me, I began to talk seriously about what we had talked about before, heavy indeed thinking about the solution of such an important problem quickly, but my age with her is no longer appropriate to just dating. I was relieved to hear an answer from him, this time he dared to take a stand, unlike before who was impressed always to be resigned.

In accordance with what I planned for a dinner together the week before, that today I went to see my parents to discuss my relationship with Angga. My heart is pounding, I'm afraid things aren't going the way I want.

Arriving at the residence of papa and mama, I did not get out of the car, for a while I tried to mentally prepare so that whatever happens later will not make me fall, he said, all the decisions my father and mother will follow, unless they are not the best for me, at least maybe I have the right to negotiate to decide what is best for the future.

I knock on the door of the house slowly to reduce my nervousness that is not ready to fully face the conversation later. Papa and mama are not hard people, they want and can listen to the opinions of their children but still my respect for parents does not mean being able to speak freely, courtesy and courtesy limit it all.

"Eh, my dear son, did your tumben come here not know first?"

Mama was so excited after opening the door and it turned out that the one who came was her youngest daughter. I was hugged and kissed and so spoiled by my mother because she loved her children so much.

"Yes Ma, I'm sorry I didn't take it."

"Dear, Papa is behind, your sister is leaving with her husband."

As if to know what my purpose was, Mama immediately told me the whereabouts of papa.

I immediately met him in the back, different from the way Mama treated me, he was so wise and treated me like an adult.

Papa invited me to talk seriously when before just chatting casually behind the house. My parents and I sat facing each other on the sofa in the living room, in such a situation my heart was beating faster than ever.

"There's something we have to talk about, maybe you can already think about what Papa will say, but Papa emphasizes that this is all for your good. Your age is now more than ready to marry, but until now you have never even introduced a man or candidate who is ready to be your companion, therefore, Papa decided to match you with the man that Papa and Mama had chosen, but that too if you can accept it, you can accept it, if it can't be meaningful in the near future you should be able to bring your own candidate of choice."

I expected it to be like this, it was appropriate when I talked to Mama over the phone a few months or even a few days ago, Mama always asked me if I already had a partner or not, apparently they had planned something.

"Pa, Ma, I really want to tell Papa and Mama if I have a choice, I'm just as he knows for a long time, I also know quite well about his background from people who are close to him, and I also often pay attention to his daily life, and in conclusion I think he is a good person, I think, but I don't know Papa either Mama would be able to accept him for what he is not, because maybe if the material falls into the criteria, he obviously doesn't fall into that category."

Finally, not daring to look them both in the face, I told them what was my purpose in coming to see them, only in this way I was able to tell everything, but they were silent to my answer earlier. He heard Papa take a deep breath and exhale slowly before giving an answer.

"Yes, bring your candidate here, Papa will judge for himself, if he is good for you, Papa restui, but if Papa feels he is not the right person, he is not the right person, you must marry the man Papa chose."

The decision has been made, I can't deny what is their will, my only hope right now is that he can convince both of my parents. One thing I cannot tell them is the status of Angga who previously had a wife and a child, I am not ready to face their decision at this time if they consider it for now, let Angga himself who will tell it later so that they can see for themselves the determination or seriousness of Angga to follow me.

I came home from my parents' house with a wish and a fear, a fear of hope not being true. When I got home late, I did not get out of the car immediately and chose to momentarily lay behind the wheel until without me realizing someone had been standing next to the car, he knocked slowly on the windshield, opened my eyes, I smiled, he was waiting for me to return.

Slowly I got out of the car, then without being able to hold back with everything I was feeling right now, I hugged her. Angga returned my embrace without a word said, he understood at this moment that I did not want to talk. After feeling able to get back on my feet, Angga drove me to the house to make sure that I was okay, after that he moved to mean my death so that I could rest immediately but I prevented it. I held one of his hands, and then...

"Mas, wait, someone wants me to talk."