Hot Daddy: My Beautiful Morning

Could it?

"Are you ready?" Daddy asked someone over the phone. I couldn't hear someone's answer across the street, but he seemed to agree. "Wait, yeah. We otewe now" Daddy said in slang.

After hanging up the phone, Daddy called the waiter and paid for our lunch. Then immediately asked me to continue the journey.

"Who was Daddy talking to?" I asked Kepo, just when he put his seatbelt on, we were already in the car.

Looking back to make sure he wouldn't hit anything when he got out of the parking lot, he replied, "Tante Rani," he said. "We're picking him up now, yeah."

"Tante Rani?" I was practically surprised.

"Yep," he said, relaxing.

"Tante Rani? Rani's Mom?"

"Yes, honey...."

"Daddy is the same Mommy would like to refer to?"

Daddy's whirring widens. "No intention of going there yet, really. But who knows what destiny is going forward? Could be...."

"Oh," I muttered. I sagged on the back of the chair while trying to calm my rumbling heart. I was angry at myself why I should feel this feeling - end-stage jealousy. Please, the parking lot, swallow me up right now.

But, no. I stayed there and gasped when Daddy snapped a finger in front of my face. We were already on the highway. "Don't be jealous. And don't say no jealousy. It's clearly visible in your eyes."

"Not funny!"

"O yeah? The screams of your heart sounded, you know!"

"O yeah?" my stepfather, trying to balance his relaxed attitude.

"Yep. Daddy could hear it clearly. Jealousy, Daddy...!" he exclaimed, practicing my spoiled tone.

Sighing deeply to counteract my vague feelings, I turned outside the window. "Where are we going?"

"Fetch Aunt Rani, honey...."

"Mom Rani's...!"

"You seem to be impatient, yes, want Daddy to come back? Want to call her mommy again?"

Not funny, Daddy. My heart hurts, you know! my mind squeaks. "Whatever, Daddy. That Kejora asked was our goal, his place. Where to?"

"Ih. I see, yes. if the Kejora is jealous. Sneaky...!"

"Daddy. It's not funny, you know!"

"Yes, yes, yes. Sorry, yes. We're going to Malang. Aunty Rani's friend wants to sell the apple plantation. So Daddy wants to check in there. That's why Aunt Rani came. No, yes, don't be jealous. I love you, darling...."

I looked up and forced my lips to smile. "I'm not jealous" I lie. "It's okay if Daddy wants to talk to Mommy. The Kejora is happy."

"Trims, Honey. You are truly understanding. What a sweet girl."

Oh my God, I touched my neck with my hands. Inside there was a large lump that stuck in the throat. So hurt.

"Rilex, Baby. We're almost there." Daddy looked to the right, then to the left, looking around for his ex-wife - where he was waiting for us. "Based on its location, it is appropriate. Where, huh, Aunt Rani?"

Not long after Daddy's mouth came out, a beautiful woman I had not seen for nearly three years - came out of a beauty clinic. I got out of the car to greet him - albeit half-heartedly. Half-hearted for respecting her as my mother, and half-hearted with a passionate jealousy.

"Hi...," cried Mommy with joy. His joy is the same as before. "Duuuh. How are you, honey? Healthy?" ask her after a short hug.

I want to say I'm not very good. I'm heartbroken. But what is power. I smiled too. "Good, Mom. I'm healthy, as Mommy saw. Mommy herself, how?"

"So good..kayak sausage..," she lit.

I grin. He really is still as aglek as he used to be. "Mommy sits in front, yeah. Let me sit in the back."

"Okay, who's afraid." Mommy Rani came in. "Daddy Gibran is still as tame as ever, right?"

"O yeah? Isn't it getting more so? Uuuh... don't know you yet, yes, if I'm getting gesrek."

They broke out, dissolving in laughter as long-time friends who were truly familiar. While I heard their whole story from the backseat like a piggy goat. Inflaming.

After a few minutes of that war of laughter, Daddy glanced at me through the rearview mirror, smiling - which I thought was a mockery directed at me as a loser. Losers who deny feelings but are unable to endure pain.

"Kejora is now seventeen years old, huh?"

"Em, yes, Mom," I said trying as hard as I could. "I've been seventeen years."

"Waw.. soon eighteen years, dong...! Cieee.. Daddy's happy, um, um, um...."

Glad you can refer to me soon? Waiting for me eighteen and graduating from school, is that it?

Huuuft. "Rilex, honey..relax...."

"Yes this relax, Daddy.. relax the ringgo...."

"O yeah? But you seem to be overheated? AC's less tight?"

"It's all tight, Daddy. I got so cold it was so tight."

Sebal! I put the earphones stuffing my ears and closed my eyes to the destination. Even there, I busied myself with my cell phone while Daddy and Mommy Rani were busy chatting with the gardener. Based on the information I heard, it was a plantation owned by someone who had just died. Because they do not want the heirs to be envious of each other, they agreed to sell the plantation land and they will share the inheritance in the form of cash. More or less so that Mom Rani explained on the trip earlier.

After a long time they talked, the garden owner invited Daddy to explore the land area, and, while Mom Rani chose to accompany me because I did not want to come along and did not want to risk making my feet ache by surrounding such an area.

"Hi, you're so busy with your phone, anyway" he scolded as he walked towards me.

I grin. "Regular, Mom. His name is also a teenager, right?"

"Yes too, anyway. But it's not because you want to avoid Mommy, is it?"

"Eh? Nope. The Time of Corruption. It's just Mommy's feeling."

"Then anyway? But you're jealous, huh, Mommy's close to Daddy?"

"Geez, Mom, it's not. Kejora even happy that Mommy and Daddy want to refer again."

Amused, he chuckles to make me confused. "What the hell are you, honey? Mommy's married lo. Not a jendes anymore. Mommy already has two kids, twins, a boy and a girl."

Huh huh? I'm slack. "Seriously, Mom? But Daddy said...."

Geez, I'm so ashamed I was wrong.

"You don't know your Daddy, honey. Your daddy must have deliberately made you jealous. That's right, right? You're jealous."

I cleared my throat, and still tried to deny it. "It's not. The cruelty is not jealousy, really. Exactly."

"You think you can lie to Mommy? Hm? Don't forget, we've been together and have been good friends. This hand also raised you. So. a little bit, Mommy understands your attitude and personality. You're hiding your true feelings."

Fix it! I was misbehaving. I felt my cheeks flushed and warm.

Then, still with her empty laugh, Mommy clasped her hand over my shoulder. "Mommy and Daddy are best friends. Our marriage was just a form of affection and care for each other. But about the heart... about love... wonder, how can not click, yes? But Daddy was a good, loving, handsome man again. He loves Mommy, and vice versa. But Mommy's heart remains tethered to Mas Endru. Mommy's husband now. Your Daddy too, in his heart there is always only the Kejora."

He looked at me, so deep that I was a little uncomfortable.

"The evil thing is inside you, baby. He is reborn in your form. Aditama Kejora. The exact same duplicate. Happy Daddy, yes. Your mother would also be happy if you replaced her position to accompany Daddy, and realize their dreams. If your mother had a chance, she'd want to make Daddy happy. You too, right? You want to see her happy, right? Mommy thinks this is the opportunity. You have it, honey."

Stupefied. I gulped with great difficulty. "I mean... Mama? The cruelty doesn't understand."

"Wedding. True life friend to Gibran."

The deg!

What does Oma mean: waiting for me to be eighteen? For a wedding? But.where is possible....