A widower? Hot Daddy's.

Part 4's

Almiera Shofia Prameswary's

A beautiful girl who works as a medical worker at one of the regional hospitals, is only 27 years old and not married.

I am tired, today so many people are sick that I am forced to go home to exceed working hours which is only until four in the afternoon. Before returning home I remembered the incident yesterday when I was on vacation with Syafina, a little boy who had recently become my neighbor. A good little girl, smart and beautiful, maybe the beautiful face he inherited from his mother who has died because her face is not too similar to his father, he said, only a few parts that I think similar to his father, but I can not deny that Syafina's father was quite handsome, but most importantly it seems like he is a good father. I didn't feel like I was smiling at myself imagining the two of them.

It was very late in the afternoon, I rushed home but before that there was something I had to do first. After work I planned to buy Syafina a cake, so before I went home I would stop by the cake that I had visited several times. I can't wait to see her happy expression when I take the cake from me.

When it was five o'clock in the afternoon, I was worried that the cake shop I was heading to would be closing soon, but I was lucky I still got there just a few minutes before the cake shop closed.

"Mba, sorry is the shop still open?"

I asked the store clerk who was cleaning up the items and cakes that would be stored in a special cake storage area.

"Oh yes mba, we just happened to close in a moment, what cake would you like to buy?"

I pick out a cake that Syafina will likely like, and it didn't take me long to find it.

"Mba, please wrap that one up, yeah, three."

After buying some kind of cake, I went back on my way home, confidently smiling as I imagined that Syafina would be happy to receive my cake.

Arriving at home and after parking the car in the garage, without bathing or changing clothes first, I immediately delivered the cake I bought to his house. After arriving in front of his house, I saw his house was not as usual, the house was deserted as uninhabited, but it did not dampen my intention to immediately give the cake to them while hoping my guess was wrong.

Tok to tok.

I tried several times knocking on the front door of his house, but the results were nil, it seems they were not at home. I went back home to put the cake in the fridge and hoped they would be home soon, and that hope was finally realized. Samar I heard the sound of a motorbike that just turned off the engine right in front of Angga's house. I immediately walked over with a smile that was clearly embellished in the face, headed to the living room of the house and opened the window curtain to make sure that the one who came was indeed the person I was waiting for. My smile grew even more when what I saw was really him. Immediately I took the cake that I had just stored in the cooler, I still did not mind the work clothes that were still attached to the body, did not want to lose another chance to meet him.

"Where is Shafina?"

"Syafina has not yet returned to Ra, and her wealth is still alive."

"Well, didn't you go with me? I was here, you're not there."

Angga did not answer my question, he smiled at a car that came and stopped right in front of his house. The car door opened, then a little boy screamed and ran to hug me.

"Auntie."

I smiled happily to see him so happy, without me noticing the other person who also got out of the car with the other little boy who I guessed was not much different age above Syafina.

"Dear, come home, this is auntie bawain cake."

Syafina was happy to get a cake from me, she invited her friend who came with the woman who had just got out of the car into the house to enjoy the cake from me. I've seen that woman, if it's not wrong she's the one who commented on my status yesterday.

"It's Mira huh?"

She knew my name, and she probably saw my identity from social media just like I did. I smiled in response to his question.

"I'm Riana, call me Ana."

"Mas, I'm going home first."

I was willing to go home without caring for the answer, my heart was so turbulent to see Angga with such a woman. There is nothing wrong with what they do, I have nothing to do with Angga, but I did not realize the small side in me really do not like their closeness.

Arriving at home I did not want to do anything but just lay down in the room to dampen my jealous heart. "Jealous? Am I jealous of them?" I don't care what I feel, but I obviously don't like their closeness.

Several times I looked from the window of the living room of the house, and the car of the woman was still parked there which meant that the woman was still cool to visit at the house of Angga.

"They're doing it anyway? Ko long time ago, that girl hasn't come home yet."

I glanced at the clock worn on my left hand, it was eight o'clock in the evening, meaning it had been two hours since the woman came to see you. My mind is now starting to get messed up with negative images of what they've been doing for two years.

"No way, I'm sure she's a good person, wouldn't admit to such a lowly thing, but what if that girl was the one who meant it?"

I ruffled my own hair until it was messy, stressed thinking about the negative things they did when they could be just busy chatting, while accompanying Syafina and the girl. To cool the brain and heart that might be true is called jealousy, I went to the bathroom that is beside the kitchen at the back of the house. Fresh water that soaks all over the body is able to give a little sense of relaxation to the brain and heart that is turbulent. After the shower I felt better and calmer. I immediately put on my nightgown and prepared to go to sleep, I tried not to care what happened to them. But when I just started to close my eyes, with the front door of the house like someone was knocking, I didn't go straight, trying to make sure that my hearing was not wrong, someone really knocked on the door of the house. I walked over to check who was visiting this late, before opening the door, I tried to take a peek at someone standing right at the door and guess who I saw? Yeah, I saw them both standing there. I half-heartedly opened the door for them.

"Sorry, can I ask you a favor?"

Without further ado Angga immediately expressed his intention. I looked at them in turn, not yet able to guess what they wanted from me.

"Yes, what do you want to help?"

Angga seemed bad to tell what was the problem so ask me for help, he just kept quiet while scratching his head which I don't think itchy at all. Seeing Angga like that, Ana took the initiative to talk about what they wanted, and after knowing the reason they were here, it felt like I really wanted to pinch as hard as a part of Angga's body, he said, whether it's my stomach, hands, cheeks or anything else I can make my anxiety out on him. I did not immediately accept what they wanted because my heart firmly and loudly refused but my mouth was not able to say it yet, but suddenly my mouth allowed with a very wide smile full of victory.

"Oh yeah, can ko, can be even, Ana nginep at my house just, let me have a chat."

The two of them seemed to be astonished my look at them before suddenly disappeared and changed into a smile full of glory. "Yes, with rich gini, I can mastiin if Angga and Ana do not macem-macem, continue I can sleep soundly deh." While taking Ana to the guest room, the triumphant smile from my face never disappeared.

I noticed, Ana had changed into a t-shirt and training pants and it seemed like the clothes belonged to Angga because it could be seen from the size that was too big for her to wear. Ana is no taller than me, but her body is slimmer and sexy, unlike me who is a little contained and chubby.

"I live, don't think of my own home."

I decided to leave her alone, and maybe Ana wanted to rest.

"Mirror."

Ana's preventing me, it seems like there's something she's trying to say.

"Yes?"

"Can we talk for a minute?"

Ana smiled. Actually from the beginning of meeting and getting acquainted with her, Ana did not show any hostility towards me, maybe because I was carried away so that my previous attitude was a little inappropriate to her, she said, now seems like a good time to fix it.

"Can, yes, if you haven't drowned, we're talking in the guest room while chattering."

Ana agrees with my suggestion, she heads to the living room, while I head to the kitchen to make lemon tea warm and bring some snacks as a friend staying up late.