A widower? Hot Daddy's.

The Part 25

Abhimana Anga

Standing in front of a door that will take me to the future. Right now inside there is still a question. It feels heavy legs to continue the step, the owner of the foot does not have the courage to step up and face.

"Mas, come on."

Mira realized that I was no longer beside her, she came back to pick me up and took me in to ascertain what was there, a future or just a memory.

I came to this face without my little angel, Syafina. The chat that night resulted in a decision that we agreed to leave her to Mom, worried about the decision not being as expected. Me and Mira did not leave together, we brought our own vehicles. If we can't accept the reality, Mira will be at her parents' house for a while.

The answer was sitting there, waiting for me with a gaze that made the confidence even more faded. The authoritative man who once educated his two daughters became successful to what it is today. It was natural that he was worried and selective in giving his blessing for the future of his youngest daughter.

I'm welcome to sit down. The air conditioner in the house was so cold, inversely proportional to my body temperature that felt hot, sweat pouring out, attached to the black shirt I was currently wearing.

"Are you ready?"

Papa Mira started the conversation, the atmosphere stiffened even more. I did not dare to give an answer let alone to return a gaze. I know it's rude, but I'm helpless, right now I feel like a loser.

Almiera Shofia Prameswary's

Arriving in front of the house, for a moment I did not get out of the car. I took a few deep breaths and slowly threw them away. This method is powerful enough to make my fear less. I didn't realize Angga had been standing next to the car waiting for me to come out.

I came out with more relief, a smile I circulated to cover the fear. I can see at a glance, he feels tense. He who usually always smiled and did not talk much, this time it was so cold.

"Mas, come on."

He paused for a moment at the door. His face still remains that way.

"Mother."

Arriving at home, I was welcomed by her sister and her husband, Mama was also there. As for Angga, he had been waited on by Papa in the living room. I hugged my Mom and Brother in turns. They encouraged me to be ready to accept the decision. I was with them waiting in the living room. From this place, the voices of Papa and Angga were slightly heard, but since then Angga did not like to talk.

Abhimana Anga

"After I think and consider everything, I guess you can't."

My hope collapsed instantly. I dare not argue or say even a few words. If it's all the best, I'll try hard to accept. What I have in mind right now is Syafina, how I will explain to her that her hope of having a mother has now been lost.

No more words from Mira's parents, it looks like she's giving me time to grieve. I tried to hold my head up, then smiled as much as I could.

"It's okay, Om, I understand, thanks for the opportunity."

Papa Mira smiled, it seemed like he was relieved to see me sincerely take off Mira, which in the end was impossible for me to have.

"I'm sorry, I can't give you more of this."

Papa Mira tried to comfort me, but his words made me feel weak.

Almiera Shofia Prameswary's

Deg, I can't hear what Papa told Angga. I began to cover my face with two palms, trying to resist the sadness of not accepting the fact that everything had to end here, when the feeling in the middle chest was getting uncontrollable, but the tears can still come out through the gap until it falls with all his hopes. Mama hugged me, as well as Brother, as if feeling my sadness, they broke into tears.

"Patience son, maybe Papa has some consideration about your relationship."

Mama tried to give me the strength to persevere in everything, but this time I was really unable to, my feelings and belief in him was too deep, especially for Syafina. I can't imagine such a little girl having to accept the fact that she can no longer call me mother. Remembering the good memories with him is getting me hurt. I cried in Mama's arms, I shed all my tears there.

I was suffocating, when it was faintly heard by me that Papa was talking to Angga again, even if he did not allow Angga to leave.

"I beg Pa, enough, let Angga go" I said in my heart.

Unable to let Angga be there alone, I intended to go and beg Papa to let Angga go and finish everything, let us not be together as long as we don't make her tormented more than this, but Mama pulled me, she won't allow it.

"Ma."

I sulked and couldn't hold my cry anymore.

"Don't."

But Mama gently forbade me and put me back in her arms.

Abhimana Anga

I stood up, intending to leave immediately. I'm sure I won't be able to survive much longer in these conditions.

"I'm saying goodbye, Om."

Perhaps for the last time, I gave a polite greeting as a sign of farewell.

"Loh, where are you going? I'm not done talking, sit down!"

But apparently he did not give permission. I don't know what else he wants to say. I sat back down to hear something that might be even more painful.

"Do you know why I'm not giving you another chance?"

This time, his tone was different. The previous friendly smile had gone missing changing into a stifled rage. Maybe my previous attitude had offended him.

I could only shake my head to answer his question, not prolonging the problem any longer.

"Are you sincere?"

Like earlier, I just nodded in response. But apparently I gave the wrong answer.

"Java!"

Deg, my emotions are getting hooked, but still holding him back as much as possible.

"I'm sincere, I love Mira, but... I'm not gonna make Mira mess with her parents."

"It turns out it's true, you really don't pantes for more opportunities."

His smile grew wider, the more I felt careless to be in this place.

"I'm sober, Om. Again, I say thank you."

This time, he really laughed at what I just said. My blood began to stir up to hold back the demon that had always been tempting to start hating.

"Your time is one month, no more and no less."

He came back serious, which confused me.

"meaning?"

I tried to ascertain what he said.

"Yes, you must prepare for your marriage within a month."

Whatisthis? I really didn't understand the conversation we had in the first place.

"Obviously my word? Inget, just one month, don't make Mira wait."

Papa Mira left with a smile leaving me who still did not react. There were quick steps half running, his voice getting louder. As it turned out, Mira and her family listened to our conversation. I stood up to greet her, Mira hugged me without hesitation in front of her family watching from afar.

There's relief there. Relieved by the affection he will finally be able to get, the affection he had needed all this time.

Mama Mira approached, making us finish all the flavors that today become one.

"Already, now we go to the dining room. Papa's been waiting for you."

We walked after him. There, sister Mira and her husband and Papa looked at us with a smile, it seemed like a welcome to the new family.

"Yuk, sit. This afternoon Mama deliberately cook a lot for you, make Mira who eventually soon become a wife."

I see, Mira was a little shocked by her mother's words.

"Wife? Loh, so Mama and Mama already know that Papa... "

They simultaneously laughed, while Mira looked pouted.

"Funny Dek squirm your face earlier, baby only Ma'am do not makevideoin."

In the midst of the warm family, Mira shows her childish side that makes the atmosphere warm again. Lunch began, cheerful while discussing simple topics.

"Oh yeah, you guys already have a concept of marriage later?"

Mira coughed, the food she chewed had not been swallowed. I brought her a glass of water.

"Papa, the restaurant just got out of there."

Mira wants to argue, or maybe get a waiver, but the decision has been unanimous, there is no negotiation anymore. But they only provide ease of cost, so we focus on taking care of everything.

"Just one month, cost matters, you don't have to think about it, let all Papa take care of it."

Mira looks at. I understand his point, he asked for approval or readiness. I nodded, ready with everything.

I came home without my favorite bike, Papa Mira told me to leave it there, but certainly not as a guarantee. Papa Mira told me to bring Mira's car, and as long as we take care of the preparations, it will be the accompanying vehicle. Mira agrees to her Papa's proposal on condition that I have to pick her up during work. Luckily I had a car before, before I sold it to buy a house that brought me to a new household. It seems like it will be exhausting, but I consider this part of the struggle. Being a husband will be much harder than this, because you have to make sure your family is happy.

Before going home, we took the time to pick her up as promised. I can't wait to tell you this good news.

Arriving at Mother's house, Mira knocked on the door, before long the door was open.

"Mother."

Syafina immediately hugged Mira, and vice versa. I cheered on mom first.

"So Mother is the one in the hug? Dad's been neglected?"

Syafina immediately moved a sling to me. Mom told us to come in and sit down, she couldn't wait to hear the good news from us. Mother had previously known first about our relationship plan, even we had asked for her blessing first. However, the mother is one of the families of Syafina.

"I'll be Syafina's mother, ma'am, I'll ask Mom for permission."

I look happy to hear the good news from Mira. He gladly allowed because he had given his blessing before, even the first time he saw the relationship of Mira and Syafina, he felt that they had an inner bond between mother and child.

"Mother allows dear, I wish you could love Syafina completely."

Before coming home, Mom asked us to visit the late Viona's meal. We agreed, without even asking, Mira planned to go there.

In front of Viona's grave, Mira breaks down.

"Vi, you and I have never known each other or just know, but I'm here to ask for your permission. Please allow me to be a mother to Syafina, permit me to make love to her as much as you love her and lastly I hope to keep her until I sacrifice everything, just like you are willing to sacrifice everything."

Mira was crying, I don't know how she felt. Syafina who was beside him started to hug Mira gently, he understood that Mira was currently sad.

I was still silent behind them, not a bit of talk, even though in my heart I asked for her blessing.

Finished from Viona's final resting, we went straight home.

"Mother, thank you for being my mother" said Syafina Lirih.

Mira kissed Syafina's forehead which was in her arms gently. Now she can be more free to absorb her role as a mother-to-be.

At home, the mood had to change again to see someone standing there.