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DTPH 05: Papa

"This little bell who is Master?"

A question escaped from Darmi's lips when he opened the front door. Seeing the master holding a little girl who was sleeping soundly made Darmi's curiosity instantly appear to the surface. The little girl who looked so beautiful with her hair tied like a ponytail and was now sleeping in Vishnu's sling.

Indeed, it has been since the afternoon Vishnu and Citra came out of the mall. But when passing somewhere, Citra saw a night market event and the little girl asked Vishnu to stop by for a while and finally until seven pm like this they just arrived home.

"Well guess who he is?"

Darmi's forehead is slightly shriveled. The housekeeper at Vishnu's residence seemed to think a little. But instantly he widened his eyes. "Master, Lord Vishnu did not switch professions, right? Oh my God, lest Lord Vishnu...."

Vishnu could only frown with a facial expression filled with question marks when he saw the expression of Darmi's face that looked like someone who was shocked to death. Not only was she shocked, the middle-aged woman also looked like she was terrified.

"Mbok, Mbok Darmi why? Why does Mbok Darmi look this scared? And what did Darmi mbok say? Mbok Darmi says I switched professions? What do you mean by profession?"

Darmi's eyes narrowed, as if feeling shudder in horror. Horrified because in his mind had been dwelling bad thoughts towards his master. "Lord Vishnu did not switch professions to be a child kidnapper right? Or become a chlorophyll, as it meets the news lately on television? Who likes little children and after that .... Oh my God, don't be like that, sir! If oma Widuri saw, she would definitely be very sad because her grandson became a chlorophyll!"

Suddenly, Darmi looks horrendous himself. He called for a series of statements that might fill his mind. Seeing his household assistant so excited, only makes Vishnu more flabbergasted. But not long after, he was broken too.

"Gosh ... it turns out that Darmi thinks nothing of me."

"But this beautiful sweet is the proof of Mr. Vishnu..."

Darmi was no longer able to continue his words. He was shocked because suddenly his master brought home a little girl, whom he himself did not know.

Vishnu stopped his laughter. He breathed deeply while shaking his head. "Mbok, I'm not a kidnapper. And what did Darmi mbok say? I'm a chlorophyll? Mean pedophile?"

Darmi nodded steadily. "Yes sir, who likes children and after that will..."

"Oh my God, Mbok. Mbok Darmi's mind is too far. I'm not a pedophile, Mbok."

"If not, then this little girl who is Master?"

Vishnu fix the position of body sling Citra slightly sagging. "This girl is called Citra, Mbok. He's the little boy I told you yesterday I wanted to adopt."

Vishnu's words successfully made Darmi's facial expression, which was previously decorated with expressions of fear and anxiety, now gradually turned into a facial expression filled with relief. He believed that his employer was not a paedophile who liked children.

"Haaahs... So glad to hear it, sir." Darmi heaved a sigh of relief and then her memory was fixed on something. "So for this little cuddly room that was just a moment ago in the renovation, sir?"

Vishnu. "Not in the Mbok renovation. I just told people to change the atmosphere of the room to make it more suitable for Citra to occupy. Is it done, Mock?"

Darmi nodded his head. "Already sir, it's been done since five o'clock this afternoon."

"Thankfully, Citra would love to occupy her new room."

Vishnu speech was trimmed when he felt the small body of Citra wriggling. Not long after the girl's eyes blinked and slowly both eyelids opened. He slightly stretched his circumference around Vishnu's neck. "Uncle, where are we?"

The image swept his gaze across all directions. A place so strange in his sight. The courtyard of the house is spacious and decorated by a stretch of green garden and a house that looks so luxurious.

"The image has arrived at the house of Vishnu's uncle, dear. This house will be the residence of the current Citra and so on."

The little girl could not hide her happiness. Again, he wrapped his hands around Vishnu's neck and placed his head on Vishnu's field chest. "Thank you Uncle."

"Samely dear." Vishnu rubbed Citra's back. "Dear, let's salim first with mbok Darmi. Let's just say mbok Darmi is Citra's grandmother. Who will accompany Citra when it is at home."

The image again stretched the circumference of his hand that was coiled around Vishnu's neck. He looked at Darmi's face and extended his hand. "Hallo mbok Darmi's. My name is Citra."

"Hi eneng is beautiful. Hope this lovely lady stays here."

The image nodded its head. "Yes, thank you."

"Well, now we're in, baby. Uncle has one more surprise for Citra."

"Let's see it together!"

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"Uncle, is this really a room for Citra?"

The little girl raised a question while circling a room dominated by pink. The little girl's eye-spinning ceaselessly implied a twinkle of happiness and amazement at the sight of how beautiful this room was.

Vishnu nodded steadily. "Of course Honey. This is a new room for the image. And every night, Citra will rest here!"

"Horee!!!!! Beautiful Image Room!!!"

Already unable to hide her happiness, the little girl screamed with excitement while jumping up and down when she saw the atmosphere of her new room. After being curious about the words of Vishnu about the surprise that awaits, finally the curiosity of the little girl was answered already. Yes, a bedroom that looks so beautiful, spacious and neatly arranged is clearly visible in front of Citra.

The happy sparkle clearly emanated from the face of Citra. An expression of joy that is so commonplace is displayed by children his age when he gets something from someone who is now part of his family. He was soaring with excitement as he was telling the world that he was really happy right now.

Happiness Citra in fact managed to make Vishnu also feel that happiness. The forty-year-old widower's heart warmed up and his lips endlessly painted a smile as he watched Citra soar with excitement.

"Did Citra like this new room?"

The question from the uncle made Citra stop his small jumps. He nodded while looking at Vishnu. "Of course Uncle. The new room looks great."

Vishnu approached Citra while shuffling a little of her hair. "What should you say to Uncle then?"

While smiling in a knot and accompanied by a joking tone, Vishnu tried to melt the atmosphere with this little girl. The image also seemed a little confused but immediately he hugged the body of the man in front of him. Although it can only reach the stomach of Vishnu.

"Thank you Papa. It was a pleasure to get a surprise like this."

Nyesss!!!!

Like there is something that soaks the soul of Vishnu when Citra calls him papa. This little girl's call was like the morning dew that refreshed her arid heart. The man was a little impressed. And managed to make him silent and fixated. But in the end, he regained his consciousness.

"What image called Uncle? Can you repeat it again?"

The image just nodded. "Thank you Papa. I am so happy to get a surprise like this. From today it is okay if Citra calls Uncle with Papa's call? Because Citra had always wanted to have Papa."

Plain remarks Citra just makes Vishnu smile bitterly. Again, the feeling of tightness again hit his heart. He slightly bent his body then grabbed the small body of Citra to carry it into his carrier. Time and again Vishnu showered Citra with kisses on her head and cheeks.

"Of course I can love. Currently, Citra was Uncle's daughter. So, Citra should have called Uncle with Papa."

The image of spoiled writhing in the chest of the field of Vishnu. It seemed like that chest was the most comfortable place that Citra had right now. "Thank you Papa. Thank you." Thank you."

"Sama-sams Darling. Hopefully with this new room, can make Citra comfortable in resting yes. And Papa also hopes, hopefully Papa's son will be more active in learning. So that what becomes the ideals of the image can be realized."

The image of staring fixedly at the two netra the Papa raised while nodding his head. "Of course Papa, Citra will be diligent in learning so that tomorrow if it is big Citra can become a doctor and can make Papa, mother and grandmother happy."

"Aamiinu. Papa will also pray for Citra."

The image draped his arm around Vishnu's neck. He brought his face to Papa's face and then kissed her cheek. "Thank you very much Papa. The image of Papa Vishnu's affection!"

Vishnu nodded while smiling widely. "Same-sama Darling!"

The two people seemed to dissolve in the created atmosphere. An atmosphere that illustrates the togetherness of a father and son that looks so happy. For Vishnu, the fate of God feels so beautiful. Because of this fate, he was able to meet a little girl who could make him feel happy being a father.

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For Vishnu's soul mate I'm preparing. Please be patient, brother. Currently we focus on Vishnu and Citra as well as to strengthen the chemistry between father and son. After that we encounter Vishnu with the inshaAllah will be his soul mate 😘😘😘