A widower? Hot Daddy's.

The Part 19

Abhimana Anga

Waiting is indeed something boring, especially what I am waiting for now is news related to the future of my relationship with Mira. In accordance with what Mira had planned earlier that today she would go to meet her two parents to talk about my relationship with her which was arguably serious to go further, she said, and if her parents seem to approve then next week I'll meet them to show my seriousness about confronting Mira.

Time slowly passed, but until evening came, Mira had not yet returned to her home. For several times I peeked behind the window to see if the car was there or not, but it turned out that until the atmosphere was completely dark, Mira did not arrive.

My worries began to arise, thinking about the bad possibilities that could have happened, ranging from something unwanted on the way to relating to the blessing of his parents on our relationship. I did not dare call him to ask him the news, worried that he was talking about important things with his parents, but finally my wait ended as the car slowly stopped right in front of his house. I immediately opened and stood in the doorway. Mira didn't seem to realize where I was, she didn't get out of the car right away, until I decided to come over. For a moment I stood beside the door of the car where he was driving, but he was still unaware of me.

Enough with one tap made him realize my existence.

Mira got out of her car and without speaking she hugged me. I let him in my arms not wanting to disturb the calm he might find, I tried to understand that what he planned like did not get results as expected. Long enough I left it like that until I finally drove him in and meant to make sure he could get some rest, but as it turned out, one of my hands was held in his hands, holding back my intention to return home.

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

When I was about to move on, Mira prevented me. From the tone of his speech and expression looking at me, it was certain that what he was going to talk about was serious. I sat down to hear what he was going to say.

"Before I tell you about what happened earlier, are you sure you'll be ready to fight me?"

I don't know why Mira asked that, but I think something really happened and it wasn't what she expected.

"Yes, I'm ready."

I answered him steadily, but my answer was only able to make him smile a little.

"What really happened?"

I looked at Mira who was bowed this time without me noticing that she was crying. I walked over and sat down next to her, grabbed her and buried her face in her chest, her tears breaking and making me think that something I was about to face was really hard.

"I can't believe what my choice is."

In between her tears, Mira tried to explain what happened there. Slowly I lifted his head and directed his face so that he looked at me, I gently wiped away the tears as well as his sadness.

"No need to worry, I'll fight for you, because you want me to fight."

I tried to convince him even though I was in doubt, especially when the problems that would be faced later had to be related to Syafina.

"Did you tell me about my background and my status with them?"

Mira nodded and that answer I can understand, it should be in a relationship that no one should be covered, all must be clear, it should be clear, because when something starts with a lie, other lies come up to cover it up. I can understand that they will be doubtful about the status of the person who will be his daughter's companion in the future and that's a natural thing, for that I will invite Syafina to meet them.

"Yes, now it's a shame, you have to rest, do not think too much, I must be the best practice for you, also Syafina."

Mira nodded again then wiped the remaining tears and tried to smile off my return.

From today until the next week, it seems like I will stop writing for a moment so that I can focus more on thinking about solutions to my current problems.

At home, I could not close my eyes, all my words and decisions were swallowed round. Luckily I didn't promise anything to anyone, if only I did, maybe I'd be labeled a liar.

I started to open the laptop and write about my own life story that is now happening, but of course I made the writing by disguising the character, background, and background, the place and time of the incident so that everything looks just as a mere story. I assembled all the storylines, from the beginning of my meeting with him until at last we fell in love with each other.

A few hours have passed, letter by letter that I type until arranged into a word and then combined into sentences in a whole paragraph of the life story of a widower.

Almiera Shofia Prameswary's

Still clearly remembered what he said, a motivation within so that what is expected can be realized, I believe he can make them believe that the future of his daughter will be happy when with him.

I started to close my eyes, but before that I somehow wanted to send him a message just to express my taste.

Without hesitation I sent him the message, and it didn't take long until he read and replied to my message, apparently the same as me, he pub has not closed his eyes.

"It was that feeling that made me finally fight back, the road that was once uncertain direction now I began to know which path I should choose to find hope, he said, but when the road is getting steep I will keep walking until the feet cannot continue, the eyes do not know what to see for the purpose, and the heart returned empty without hope for his life. Thank you for accepting all the shortcomings and for standing up for them."

I never thought, the reply to the message I would receive about what he felt so deeply. I smiled and hugged the phone still in the lighted position. Samar sounded something in my chest until I realized I was making an accidental voice call.

"Hello."

I hurriedly answered the voice on my phone that had been connected to it for a few seconds.

"Eh, yes."

"Why, Ra?"

I have not answered what he asked, the live call mode was changed by him, who initially accidentally depressed voice calls are now video calls. I tidied my hair a little and made my attitude as usual as possible, I don't want him to know that the words on the message he sent made me soar.

"Why don't you, I just want to say good night."

What kind of answer is that? Unconsciously my mouth spoke to her like an ABG in love, but silly indeed, love made me different. Lucky Angga responded to him with ordinary course, he remained cool and smiled and nodded.

"Oh, why do you know, you don't sleep a lot, you have to rest a lot, so don't get sick."

After the video was finished, my heart flowered again, apparently like this it was like having a writer's girlfriend, the words expressed in such a deep sense. It seems like tonight I will still sleep well even though tomorrow and so on still have to fight, but at least I am not alone because he wants to step together for the hope we choose.

It only took me a few minutes to get my eyes closed, the heavy incident I experienced today had to end happily just because of the words from him.

I opened my eyes again, after the sun had been so cheerful to give her warmth. I got up and spread my arms with a smile to welcome the happy day. I went to the window to look at his house a little bit hoping he was there sitting and enjoying the same morning, but I couldn't see him, my view was blocked by a car parked right in front of his house, a car that often came and was there to tempt the owner of the house. I immediately got out of the window intending to go see him and make sure that he did nothing to Angga. Still in my pajamas last night and smelling like potluck, I walked so fast that it took only a few seconds to get to his house. Unconsciously and patiently, I knocked on the door with heightened emotions, but no answer. My emotions increased after it turned out that the door of his house was not locked and I could open it easily. After it opened, it was clearly an unpleasant sight there, they were sitting together holding hands like a pair of love mengadu love is in love, immediately my tears spilled again. Unable to be there this early with such a painful sight, I went to bring all my hopes to her. Angga was after me, he tried to hold my hand and asked me to stop asking for time to explain everything that had happened unlike what was on my mind, but I didn't believe it, his clear attitude shows that they both like each other.

"Wait, let me clear everything."

"No need, I don't need your explanation, everyone can look good, so don't want anything else!"

I looked at him with hatred, not the slightest indication that I had loved him, so that he would understand that my deep race could bear fruit to hate when betrayed. I pulled my hand in his hand, and then I turned around, but because it was too hard due to high emotions, the armpits just stepped a few steps, he said, my foot stumbled over something that made my balance disappear and I finally fell.

My head hurts from hitting the cold floor, lucky bolsters that I hug when sleeping block part of my body that fell to the floor. Not caring about the pain of falling out of bed from a dream, I immediately got up and stood behind the window to see it, worried that my lead had come true. I am grateful that everything was different, the car was not there, as well as Angga who was not seen to be in the chair where he usually sat.

Tok to tok.

The door rang, breaking my concentration on the house. I was still wearing clothes.

"Attent."

I opened the door for a guest who came this early, who knew who.

"Morning."

For a moment I was stunned, it turns out why Angga was not there because he was here.

"To daydream? This is me eating breakfast, we're having breakfast with yuk?"

"But I haven't had a shower yet."

"That's okay, yuk."

Angga immediately pulled my hand, in contrast to what was in the dream, he took me so gently making what I felt this early so unbecoming.