Father to My Daughter

concordance Excel.

In the workspace , Excel sits leaning on a soft chair.

Daydream while playing the Bolpoin in his hand.

He still does not believe about the facts that he just knew, all this time he thought the woman was still a girl, not married let alone have children.

And from that, Excel felt that half of his life collapsed.

Her struggle approaching Jennie was futile.

Waitie? Approaching in a narcissistic way. Yes, that's the way Excel can not be romantic let alone meek. Such a thing already means the way he codes likes on his target girl. That's also what keeps him from having a girlfriend until now.

In addition to cuek with women, once he likes he will even continue to explore it.

Excel was still in his chair. Dreaming of what he heard earlier.

"A girl as pretty as Jennie has kids? Jejen I have kids?" He continued to mutter non-stop. Looked at with an empty view.

"Which lucky man could marry her anyway? Aaahhhh shit." Excel squeezed his head.

Braaaaaackd... A door opened violently, making Excel aghast.The short-haired woman with round glasses was walking over to him.

"Hey, can you see that your face is a little more than a little bit?" ask mother.

"What the hell, Excel is thinking this."

"Think what?"

"Thinking of how to be a good and moral builder."

Plaaaaaakk. "wetnolurrrrrrrggghhh!" Excel rubbed his head. "Can't you be a little smoother? The older the lighter the hand. Gosh..."

"This is the answer to why I wanted to throw you into the closet when I was just born... Turns out I raised a shallow-brained man."

"Ck, it's true that I was wrongly born from your womb huh mamih?"

"That's you get it. Haduuuuhhhwhy are you living to this age anyway?"

"Curtain! It seems only Miranda's mother, a mother who always expects the day of her son's death to come."

"Yes, because when that happens you will be very grateful." His words immediately made Excel turn his head while grunting sebal.

(i give you Visual Excel version of me)

Excel also stroked the chest. "Unfortunately my fate, my death will even be a gift to you huh mamih?"

Miranda's mother chuckled. It is now standing next to Excel. With elbows propped up on his son's shoulders.

"Why are you? It looks so sour."

"Hey my ugly son. Mamih also once young know, looks like this is clear, you must have been rejected by a woman right?" shoot mom. Excel sculpting. "really right? Haha, I expected it. Bad guy like you is definitely hard to find a life partner huh?"

"Mammy!"

"Hahaha, yes.iya... Can I get another soul mate for you?"

"No, she was never fit to find a partner for me."

"Never fit how?"

"Mamih forgot yesterday you told me to go on a blind date with Laura? She's a transvestite, what's crazy? You want me to sword with him?"

"Geez, so Laura's a transvestite?" Rubbing his chin. Think on.

"And again before. Mamih told me to meet Dina?"

"He must be beautiful, right? You see, right in the profile picture, her face is so cute, it looks like a Korean actress." Cut Miranda's mother.

"Ckckck today still believes in the face in Photos yes, mamih knows he was wearing a young filter. When met not cute mih but amit. Mamih know?

She was even older than that age... Present this mamih."

"At least she's a woman, right?"

"Well, what do you want me to marry a grandmother?"

"But it's Excel season."

"The season, the new durian season is delicious." Excel grunts. "The point is Excel no longer wants to be betrothed by you mih. Mamih was too trusting of the matchmaking bureau application. It could be that mamih will later match me with Kuyang."

"Good idea is Excel. Incredibly, you'd be famous if you could have half my half's offspring."

"What?" Excel sighed cynically. "It is better to kill me than to keep trying to release me to such women."

Miranda's mother laughed out loud. Plaaaaaakkk he hit Excel's shoulder so hot.

"Just hit it. I love hitting me."

"Mommy's stomach hurts, even though you're a burden on my life, but with you the stress of your mamih is instantly gone."

"Sad..."

Ms. Miranda rubbed her slightly wet eyes from laughing too much. "Yes, I live first, there's a meeting." He said, even though Excel did not answer, the woman also came out of the room.

"It's my son... My son.." he muttered.

Excel also has a head. Back to her work, though she still occasionally remembers Jennie. But the work of recording data has not been completed he worked on. Fortunately, his mamih did not ask about his work and told him to immediately send the data as suddenly as usual. Excel sighed and his hand began to wiggle at the keyboard and mouse.

Seriate....