A widower? Hot Daddy's.

The Part 22

I pondered for a moment, doubt began to appear, attacking with so many questions. In front of the mirror the face and the shadow of the past appear, worried about the fate that has not happened, a destiny that will never be the same between the life path of Viona and Mira.

"Mas, how about daydreaming?"

I didn't realize Mira had been standing in the doorway, momentarily noticing the doubt that could be drawn on my face.

"Sir, this is just again... "

Without awkward, Mira grabbed me. He encouraged me to get back to confidence.

"I know what you're feeling, but... Thank you for trying to make me."

"I am fighting for you not only for us, but also for something that hasn't happened yet, sometimes without looking cheerful but that's still part of being happy."

Mira's embrace grew tighter and then instantly loosened with a soft voice that came calling out to her.

"Mother."

The turn of Syafina who had now stood in the doorway, her face was so cheerful to see her father and mother-to-be happy, at least that was what a girl her age might think. He did not understand that the mental burden of having a family back was enough to put pressure on his father.

Syafina ran, saw Mira's hand still coiled around my waist, she hugged Mira, but unfortunately only able to reach the thigh.

"Eh, baby want Mommy to hug too?"

Hearing Mira's question to Syafina, I'm still not used to those words. Unlike Syafina, for her Mira is a happiness that was once lost.

I laughed, even as a decoration on my face. Let it be a mask or medicine so that they both do not share the worry that I am currently feeling.

"Well, is everything ready, right? Departing yuk? If you don't leave now it could be too late."

I reminded them of today's appointment, I don't want my first impression of meeting Mira's parents not going well.

Today Mira deliberately took a day off to prepare herself, but the scheduled departure is in the afternoon and may be home until the evening before.

As I said before, I took Mira off on my big bike, I didn't want to pretend to be who or what to meet them with, I prefer to be myself and perform as I am, let those who decide my future with Mira, I trust all in what they will decide.

After some time on the way, we finally arrived in front of Mira's parents' house, unexpectedly it turns out that Mira came from a family of being, and, in stark contrast to the attitude of Mira who is independent and more often appear as is does not reflect the offspring of people are. The courtyard of their house was so spacious and even the garage could accommodate several cars, it was clearly visible from some of the cars parked there.

Mira got off the bike with and carried Syafina. I didn't go straight down following those who walked straight to the main door of his parents' house. Realizing that I had not parked even got off the bike, Mira turned her head and called, but unfortunately I did not hear her call because it was disturbed by the fact that Mira was from a family. But I also feel very stupid, as long as I know Mira I never once asked or chat about the origin of her family, it's because I don't really want to interfere with each other's personal affairs, and even then our relationship did not have the commitment as it is today.

Mira had to be willing to walk back to approach me who still did not answer or approach her.

"Mas, what's wrong with you?"

I slightly sighed, trying to cover up the tension and worry with a smile.

"It's okay, just a little surprised."

I got off the bike, tidied up a little and then walked after Mira who had walked first while holding Syafina.

Mira rang the bell and before long, there appeared a woman who might be the age of Viona's mother, welcoming Mira and then drawn a shocked expression and astonished to see the presence of me and Syafina.

"Know Ma, this is the candidate I told you about at the time and this is his son."

The shock grew when Mira told him that the little boy who was with her was the son of the man she called the future husband.

"Darling, knowing, this is Mama Mama Mommy."

Mira introduced Shafina to Mama, but I did not expect, her current expression was different after Shafina reached out and kissed Mama Mira's hand.

"Hello dear."

I was more unexpected after shaking hands earlier, Syafina was directly in the carrying and then brought in by Mama Mira. I am still dumbstruck with all the reality that is happening right now directly pulled by Mira to go in and meet her father.

"You met Papa directly, let Syafina be with Mama. You want to love playing the same... Omah's?"

Mama from Mira told us to go straight to her Papa who had been waiting in the living room. While Syafina was immediately taken to the back room after Syafina nodded her head to be invited to play with Mama Mira.

I walked back to follow Mira to the living room of her large house. Mira confidently stepped foot, until in the end she had to be stunned when she arrived at the connecting door without a door between the living room and family room.

"Why?"

Mira did not answer, she instead chose to turn her face to look at me with a gaze that I did not understand. Papa Mira greeted him warmly and told Mira and I to join them.

Mira approached them with an expression that did not look happy even though she tried to keep smiling, while I try to keep smiling to hide the disappointment but try to keep his chest facing him even though the heat in my body begins to rise as the jealousy begins to flare.

Mira immediately shook hands with her Papa, without caring for Dudi who stood up to greet her. I first saluted Dudi and then greeted Papa Mira.

"Please sit down."

Papah Mira turned out to accept my presence, not creepy as I had imagined, a friendly smile never separated from his face. I sat opposite Dudi, while Mira sat beside her Papa.

"We'll just go straight ahead."

Papa Mira will immediately talk about what will be an important conversation this time.

"But before that, I want to know a glimpse of the past, the present activities, and what would you give Mira if you were her husband?"

The question from Papa Mira went straight to the core of the problem being talked about without even giving a pause even just for pleasantries, but I was ready with any risks. Just based on honesty, I told my life since I was a child until it was like today, there is no engineering to dramatize a sad life that is difficult to get a little mercy, he said, I would never do that for a future full of honesty. The three of them heard my story with different expressions. Dudi obviously did not care, Papa Mira listened seriously, while Mira was seen several times to withstand the sadness. I've never told anyone about my life, maybe all I know about my dark days is Viona and Mom.

"Have you taken care of your son to this day?"

"No, for about a year until Syafina could walk, my mother helped me take care of her, only then did I move house."

I went back to telling from the beginning about my previous marriage that had to be separated by fate to tell me about how I keep and care for my baby alone, even I told the beginning I met with Mira and the beginning I began to love her but did not dare to express so that all I kept to myself. Mira didn't think that I'd loved her from before our relationship, as a friend.

"Then, how are you going to look after my son if you get married?"

I paused for a moment to string up the sentence so that it could be better to hear and understand what I was going to say.

"I never had anything to guarantee it, I would only be responsible for filling all the shortcomings and completing his days as a family by working hard, because I realized I had nothing of value besides that, but all I could promise, I would not let a single drop of tears out of her beautiful eyes."

Hearing my final reply, Papa Mira did not comment, he fell silent for a moment. At first glance I see, Mira's hand tightly grasped her own Papa's hand either with what purpose and purpose.

"Yes, for the moment I can't decide anything, one week you have to come back here again."

After that, Papa Mira invited us all to a dinner together that had been prepared on the dinner table, but before that, before that, Papa Mira was seen talking to Dudi in the same room as me and Mira walking towards the kitchen, not knowing what they were talking about, but it seems so important because it can be seen from the expression of his face that is so serious.

Me and Mira sat down first, we sat next to each other. Mama Mira came by still holding Syafina, then sat across.

"You sit here, yes, eat the same Oma."

Whether it was just my feelings or indeed Mama Mira liked Syafina, it was fortunate that Syafina just obeyed and did not dare to argue.

"Whose son is this? How pretty?"

Papa Mira just came along with Dudi, their conversation seemed long enough so it was quite time consuming. Syafina simply smiled in response.

Dinner could not be so enjoyed, Papa and Mama Mira preferred to chat and tease Syafina, while me, Mira and Dudi did not talk too much. Dudi sat right next to Mira, but Mira seemed to not respond, even when taking food, Mira only took it for me.

After the meal, Mira and I and Syafina immediately said goodbye, actually Mama Mira told us to stay overnight, but Mira's obligation forced her to stay home.

"Yes, you guys be careful on the road."

The cold of the night makes the journey home not as fast as the time to leave, especially Mira does not use a thick jacket. On the way, I stopped the vehicle.

"You're wearing my jacket, yeah, cold."

I took off the jacket I was wearing and gave it to Mira.

"Well, mom, you'll be cold."

Mira refused, but I still forced her to wear my jacket on the grounds that for Syafina's sake, Mira could not refuse anymore, she was forced to accept it.

Arriving at home, Mira did not go straight home. Mira held Syafina who had fallen asleep since the trip, she immediately took her in and laid her in the room, after which Mira went straight to the kitchen with the initiative to make me a warm drink, but this time a little different, after which Mira went straight to the kitchen, Mira made two cups of warm milk tea to warm our cold bodies in the night breeze.

"Thank you."

Mira sat with her head against my shoulders, her hands clasping tightly onto mine until our gazes met. I smiled as I found the results not to be as expected.

"We'll be together."

Mira was so optimistic about my efforts, but I still did not feel confident.

In a quiet atmosphere, we did not talk to each other, Mira was fixed on me and I did not dare to look back at her until a moment later our faces got closer and returned to the same sin.