Hot Daddy: My Beautiful Morning

Feign

Clontang!

The sound of a can hitting the hard surface of the paving block in the front fence area made two guards immediately scream in a frenzy and directly chased the motorcyclist who threw the can into the yard of the house. But, with the roar of motor gas tight, the helmeted figure immediately skyrocketed leaving the exhaust fumes and the guards that Daddy assigned in front of the house. Me and Daddy who was relaxed in the family room immediately checked into the front yard.

"I'm sorry, sir, the guy got away."

One of the big guards picked up the can and found a piece of paper inside. Letter cans.

I'm still looking forward to that beautiful night. Dream night. Make love to you, Kejora.

"Shoppers!" Daddy growled, there was anger in his tone.

My heart rumbled from the terror of the canned letter, and grew so when I witnessed Daddy's reaction. I've never seen him angry other than at Mr. Ujang who was so late, and now, because of this canned letter Daddy's emotions began to be provoked.

It's insane! The terror doesn't even run out of ways. Can't get inside the fence, throw a canned letter so just to send me that heinous terror. Speechless, I don't know what to say, don't know what to say or how to respond, but I can't faint on the spot either. I couldn't persuade Daddy to calm down, because I was in an incredible state of shock myself. I can't get my voice out. Somehow, it felt like subconsciously, I went from there, I walked quickly in fear, went inside the house, straight to the main room. I can't be in that yard. Someone out there - maybe Riko, he can't see me scared even though I'm really scared.

"You keep watch. Don't let anyone get into this house" Daddy's voice sounded faint, and I didn't know what else he told the two guards.

In the room, I went straight into the bathroom, washed my face and brushed my teeth. When I came out, Daddy was standing next to the bathroom door. He looked at me deeply and said nothing. Perhaps, he could not say a single word because - clearly, his feelings must be very disturbed.

"I. I want to sleep," I said, unable to hide my nervousness, plus my fear in front of him, the man who had known and raised me from infancy.

Daddy hugged me. "Sorry," he said. "I can't give you a complete sense of security. Sorry, Kejora."

My God, I feel sorry for being terrorized by that criminal. But Daddy's sorry, too, he'll be constantly undermined by guilt. He's my husband, but he feels like he failed to guarantee security for me.

Daddy let go of the hug, but he still looked at me with a thick sense of guilt on his face, his hands cupping my face, trembling. But he can't say anything anymore.

Similarly, as well as me, I just nodded quickly. "We should rest. Come on."

I walked towards the sleeping lights before Daddy said anything else, calling for a quick good night's sleep to him and lighting my candle's nightlight and putting out the lights on the ceiling before Daddy saw my glassy eyes.

I can't cry. Daddy can't see my tears. I immediately wiped it, and climbed into bed. "Come, here. It's already night."

He's nodding. "I'll go to the bathroom for a minute."

Yep, briefly. As soon as he got out of the bathroom, he went straight to bed. He moved closer and extended his hand near my cheek. The gentle touch-in which her touch hit my cheek was a pleasant distraction, plus she kissed my friendly neck and buried her lips long ago.

"I'm worried about you."

"I'm fine" I said slowly. "Really, I'm fine."

"Yes, I hope so." He looked down at me, his black eyes looking intense. "Here, sleep in my arms."

I'm nodding. I don't know if it means this conversation is over, or if it means we'll talk about it again after this, but I don't care. All I wanted was to be in my comfortable crib, and, in the warm embrace of my dear husband.

But honey, I can't get rid of the bad feeling that's crawling on me....