A widower? Hot Daddy's.

Part 9's

Angga Abiman.

The sun began to rise, visible from the light that traveled through the window to hit the face, warm I feel but slowly forced me to open my eyes but did not move from there, fatigue still makes me have to indulge ria this morning. Time has shown seven o'clock more, I began to squirm looking for a loyal friend that last night I had charged until he could come back to life. After waiting for a few seconds, my hand shook when the notification showed that there were several messages coming in, judging by the time the message was sent from last night.

Of all the messages, only one made me smile.

"Finally, understand how it feels to start the morning with a smile." I murmured in my heart.

I did not reply to any incoming messages, maybe later when I had enough free time so I could chat with them.

After I finished reading the message, I decided to take a shower, the clock on the wall as it began to undermine me who was still lazing around not immediately ready to go to the event this afternoon, but just a few steps away from the bed, I had to immediately turn back to open the door to someone who had knocked it earlier.

"Morning."

The face and voice that I already knew, the beautiful figure that was no stranger to me, but his presence here made me quite surprised.

"Ana's? Ko?"

"Why? Shocked huh?"

I didn't answer the question and it didn't seem necessary because maybe the goal was so, coming and making me surprised.

"I wasn't told to come in?" He said again, awakening me from a momentary daydream.

"Oh yeah, come on, sorry for the mess."

I let him in but I was confused to tell him where to sit, because in the boarding room there was no chair at all.

"Sit here, yes."

I forced him to sit on a bed that I had not yet finished.

"Oh yeah, you haven't had breakfast, have you? It's me bringing breakfast."

"Wow, so ngerepotin nih."

"No, I brought it on purpose."

Ana prepared the breakfast she brought for both of us, after which she made my bed until it was really neat, only then did we enjoy the breakfast that Ana had prepared.

"Do you not tell me if you have an event?"

I paused for a moment to feed breakfast into my own mouth, confused by what answer I should give, which I did not say for any reason.

"Mira didn't know either? He called me last night."

"Yes, no one told you." Answer's short.

"Oh yeah, you know where I'm from?"

Actually, I've been wanting to ask him this question ever since, just that I'm waiting for the right time.

"Hhmm, I'm contacting your book publisher, because I think you must have an event that has something to do with launching your new book, right? So last night I found out from Mira that you weren't home, I immediately found out information about you, when I got here directly."

Hearing his explanation, now I understand everything.

Almiera Shofia Prameswary's

After a night of not being able to close my eyes, this morning felt so heavy, it felt like my eye bags were swollen. Before moving on to start activities and obligations, I took the time to check the message I sent last night for him, but it turned out that the message had not been read by him. Half disappointed, I walked to the bathroom to get ready.

When I finished, I left. On the way, several times I checked the status of my message for him and it turned out that my message had been read by him but it seemed that he had no intention of replying to my message.

"Am I not so valuable?" I murmured in my heart.

I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly hoping that the disappointment would be carried away by the breath I was throwing away. But everything became different after sounding one tone.

Ting.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you, I've got a job for the next few days."

My smile began to expand as I got the news. I immediately returned a message from him.

"What's wrong, what's the job? How's Syafina doing?"

It did not take long to wait for a reply from him, it seems like this time he was having a little free time so that he could reply to a message from me.

"She's fine, but now she's at her grandmother's house."

"Well, Kirain Syafina is coming with you?"

"Can you get her grandmother's address? Kangen, I'd like to see you."

I had thought about how Syafina was doing when she had to join her father's work, and who would take care of her, but thankfully it turned out that Syafina did not come with her, at least I felt a little relieved.

Angga sent an address message where Syafina lives today, still in the area not so far away that without a second thought, he said, after coming home from work I will go there directly to see him to treat my longing for him.

Until now there is something quite disturbing my mind, which is about what Angga is doing there. Every time I asked him what his job was, he never once gave a clear answer, but I always tried to think positively with everything he did, I was sure that Angga was a good person.

Afternoon.

After work this afternoon I was so excited, armed with the full address that Angga sent, I will meet Syafina who was at her grandmother's house, not forgetting I bought her something for her and her grandmother.

An hour has passed but I haven't found her home address. It was getting dark, I asked people around a few times, but I still couldn't find it. The map app on your phone doesn't help much either. I was a little desperate to feel tired after last night could not close my eyes and also a day of work and until now have not found the address.

"I'm sorry, you wanna ask, you know this address?"

I stopped at a small stall on the side of the road, just to buy mineral water as a filler for body fluids that come out through sweat, also to ask the stall owner about the address I was looking for.

"Oh this, from that intersection turn left Mba, about 300 meters away."

Finally, after my previous spirit was gone, it has now returned because soon I will find the address I am going to which means that I will soon meet with Syafina.

After about ten minutes of travel, I arrived in front of a house corresponding to the address given by Angga but the house looked so desolate as it was uninhabited.

"This isn't his house? Ko deserted?" I ask myself.

I entered the yard of the house that is not so big but very clean and neat, the owner of the house seems so painstaking to maintain the cleanliness of the environment. After being at the door I tried to knock it, hoping that someone was in it, but after several times I tried the results were still the same, no one answered.

My spirit that had previously returned high and optimistic now had to turn into pessimistic after the home address that I found there was no sign of life. I took the phone in the small bag I was carrying, intending to contact Angga and ask him the truth of the address he gave, but before my call was connected to him all of a sudden...

"Auntie."

The voice of the little boy I knew surprised me, calling me along with the arrival of a matic motor driven by the woman carrying Syafina in front of him and stopping beside my car parked there.

Syafina immediately got off the bike and ran over, I caught her and carried her. I was so happy to meet her, it felt like there was something in me that loved her so much, like a mother who had not seen her own child for so long.

"Can auntie be here?" Plain asking.

"Tante kangen with you baby, you miss the same aunt?"

Syafina did not answer my question, but she nodded steadily and was happy to see me.

"This is Shafina's theme?"

The woman who had come with Syafina approached and teased Syafina who was in my arms.

Syafina smiled shyly and misbehaved.

"I'm sorry, Mom, I'm Mira, Shafina's neighbor."

I introduced myself to the woman.

"Mila, oh this is what Syafina said? Pantes, this guy is beautiful."

Hearing Ms Mila's statement, I was curious about what Syafina told me about her. Syafina grew embarrassed and turned her face away from her grandmother to cover up her malun and her hands hugged me so tightly.

"What did he tell you, Mom?"

"The story is not here, go inside first yu."

Madam Mila took me in, but before that I first took the items I bought for those who were still in the car.

Madam Mila told me about what Syafina told her yesterday, in addition, he also told about the past of Angga and his late son who married Angga who was none other than the birth mother of Syafina named Viona, Ms. Mila also showed me a very beautiful picture of the late Viona, I think it's appropriate for Syafina to look so beautiful, because it turns out that beauty is the legacy of her biological mother who has died. It turns out that Angga's past is so heavy that he married and had a child but it turns out that the ordeal did not stop and even more heavy when it comes to losing people he loves.

Time is getting late, it's time for me to go back to my own home.

"Aunty wants to go home?"

Seen the look of Syafina's sad face when I knew that I was leaving her.

"Dear, my dear, it's late, aunty is here again."

Actually Madam told me to stay the night, but I refused because tomorrow there is still an obligation that I have to live, besides that I also do not bring clothes to change.

I hugged Syafina as a farewell for tonight, but suddenly there was a stifled voice coming from her with a whimpering rhythm that began to feel, Syafina crying I didn't want to leave made me feel unbearable if I had to leave her, but there's no way I could ask her out of fear that her father wouldn't let her, so I had to reluctantly leave her.