A widower? Hot Daddy's.

The Part 24

Almiera Shofia Prameswari

Luckily, today my job was finished faster. I rushed home. The more days it feels like my feelings are getting unstoppable again, the growing affection and my desire to immediately go home makes me more and more impatient to get to the day after tomorrow.

"May all go as I wish."

On the way home my phone rang loudly forcing it to get attention from me. From the screen was a number with no name, which meant I was not familiar with the number who called. As a person who works in a field related to social activities that are certainly still related to health, I answered the call, because maybe the searcher has important needs with me.

"Hello."

I answered the call while still concentrating on driving, even though today the road conditions are not too much and then the vehicle, but still I have to be careful because I do not want something bad to happen.

"It's me, Andrew."

I flinched, he called with a new number, but after I remembered, I had indeed blocked his pen number on the phone contact data after the incident. I hope not to remember the incident again, even though it brought wisdom that brought Angga to my embrace. I came to know what Angga was feeling, plus, that night for the first time... Ah, considering the incident that night it felt like my cheeks had become red until I unconsciously started smiling myself. He was experienced, while I had only experienced it for the first time even though I had previously been in love but to make out, I only did that with him. I couldn't resist that night when our faces started to come closer together... Maybe if he raped me that night, I wouldn't turn him down. Somehow I feel I really have been able to give everything to Angga, I can not resist the feeling of love that is increasingly crazed to eliminate some of my common sense.

"Hello."

Unknowingly, I silenced the call from Andrew that was still going on.

"Yes." Yeah."

I only answered briefly. I really don't want to talk to him, for now I want to focus on what I'm going to get after Papa decides everything.

"Can we meet? I'm talking to you."

"I can't. Sorry I'm driving."

Without giving him a chance to talk, I immediately broke the connection. It's not polite, but I don't have a choice.

My mood was instantly damaged by the memory of the incident, lucky the trip home was only a few moments away. The car began to enter the gate, I honked at the security guard at his post as usual, trying to be friendly by still giving a smile even if he saw it or not. I shifted my gaze from there while still being careful to park the car in front of the house. It looked like Angga and Syafina were like they were going to be preparing to leave. I greeted him, intending to park my car delayed first.

Sure enough, they will leave without inviting me, but I understand with the reason that Angga gave. Actually I was tired, but going with them seemed like it would be fun like that time, but this time I was sure it would be more than it used to be.

After parking the car into the garage, without changing clothes and bathing and only taking a few clothes to change, I immediately rushed over, not wanting to wait to have fun with them.

The journey that was not so far made us quickly get there, a beautiful beach with small waves adorned his lips. Syafina and I immediately ran towards the sea water which since we came, she always tried to tease to immediately enjoy it. My burden felt lost, I laughed loosely with Syafina, while Angga just fell silent. Even after some time had passed, it still remained that way. Sitting pensively, staring blankly at the sky that slowly left behind its light.

I gestured for Syafina to tease her, at first she did not understand, but when I started pouring the waves on Angga, she followed him, but it turned out that she was still like that. I don't know what he's got at the moment, it looks like there's something he's thinking about and maybe it's about my parents' answers about the future of our relationship.

Finished enjoying everything, Angga invited me to go home. The night wind that was getting colder made my body shiver. Angga put his jacket on Syafina because he had prepared everything. For a moment Angga saw me before he got on his bike, then he canceled his intention to ride his iron horse.

"You wear it, yeah. Let it not be cold."

He gave her the sweater she was wearing, while she only wore the shirt.

"But... "

I didn't continue the words after he held his hand and signaled to me that he would be fine. I felt very stupid, went with him a few times but never remembered to bring a jacket or clothes that could protect myself from the cold gusts of wind, probably because I myself was more used to traveling by car.

On the way, as much as possible I hugged her even though my embrace was blocked by Syafina.

When I got home, I hurried to hold Syafina who was asleep on the way to lay in the room. After that, I went to the kitchen to make him a warm drink, I think he must be very cold to drive at night without wearing a jacket.

I brought a warm drink to Angga who had just sat in the living room after he had parked his motorcycle first in the garage of the house.

"The tree doesn't exist, so I made this, is it okay?" I said as I put warm milk tea on the table.

Angga nodded, with a slightly pale face. I felt like he was not as usual, I thought that waiting for my blessing and answer from my father made him quite depressed.

"How pale are you, my man? You sick?"

I checked his forehead, intending to check his body temperature, but it turned out that I had misjudged. Angga's body was so cold, it seemed to be a result of the night wind that hit him on the way home.

I was about to pick up a blanket or something to warm it up, but my steps were stopped at once by the grasp of the hand, which pulled me slightly until I was in his arms. I didn't expect him to do that, I felt like there was really something different about him.

"I'm afraid of losing you."

Suddenly he said that. Now I understand a little what he is thinking. I'm happy to hear him say that, as well as afraid of what will happen if our relationship is not sanctioned.

Slowly my hands began to circle, and I buried my face in the chest of his field.

Clear thread began to flow, as the affection that became more, unfortunately the sense should be proportional to the magnitude of the fear of loss if all goes wrong expectations.

Long enough in silence we enjoyed this moment, until we were able to come back to smile.

"If Papa doesn't know our relationship, what will you do?"

Having such a question, Angga did not react immediately, but a moment later he began to answer with a question.

"Are you ready if your father gives you a choice between me and your family?"

"You mean?"

I looked at him intently, wanting to make sure that the question was not supposed to be asked, maybe I could find the answer through the look in his eyes, but alas, this time he was so serious.

"If that happens, we better split up. Maybe the term ex-boyfriend will be more commonplace than the former parents."

As soon as my heart started beating fast, I didn't want any of that to happen. Reflexes I hugged him back. We fell silent again, either enjoying or worrying about something that had not happened.

"But I will fight you."

For a moment I was surprised, but it was nice to hear what he said just now. I looked back at him. His expression this time was different, he smiled, unlike before. In his hands, he kissed her. Really, I just felt the feeling he was telling me.

"What makes you so sure?"

In order to ascertain what he has done at this moment, I would like to know the truth.

"I love you so much, I can't go back once I've chosen this path, I'll try to let us walk together."

Haru, that's what I feel after he actually dared to reveal everything.

"You're not usually, are you?"

"How common is it?"

"Now you're a tombal, don't you like girls anymore?"

Angga just smiles not chiming. The sound of a cell phone call should end our drama tonight.

Angga went outside to receive a panggian. As long as he was there, I went to see the state of Syaphina. The little girl fell asleep very well. I walked over, then slowly kissed my cheek and then my forehead. I feel at peace watching him grow and be happy. I didn't realize Angga was standing in the doorway and looking at me.

"Udah? Telephone from whom?"

We talked back in the living room. It was really like a couple, but our relationship was never more than this, the furthest thing we ever did was just make out, it was never long, ever, because we can still control ourselves.

"From the publisher, next month he said there will be an event with other writers."

"Oh, can I come?"

"May, but the show's ggebosenin, you know, it's okay?"

I forced to come along. Angga doesn't mind as long as I want to understand about the conditions as he has told me.

Tonight, for the first time, I was staying at her house, I asked to try to sleep with Syafina on the grounds that I was used to being a mother, though I did that once while Syafina was staying at my house, but it seems like Angga has no problem at all.