Hot Daddy: My Beautiful Morning

Anger

Two more days of diploma division, that means we will leave Jakarta soon. Leaving Daddy's mansion, the house I grew up in, my pond, and the room I had just occupied.

That day Dinda and Tiara helped me pack. The big house will not be sold, only I have to tidy up the kitchen furniture, arrange and store it in the closet. While the others are left alone. Although not occupied, the house will be diligently cleaned, at least two or three times a month. Pak Ujang will not move to Malang because his services as a driver are no longer needed. There's Daddy who'll take us anywhere if me and Oma want to travel. But, Daddy asked Mr. Ujang and his family to stay in the pavilion, and assigned him to take care of the house and its grounds.

I packed up all my novels and put them in big boxes, while the school books I kept for a long time and I wouldn't carry them. Also, my tools are in the box.

Next I started to pick up clothes. The clothes that I had not used were crammed into a large cardboard box, I did not know what to wear, while the nice clothes I put neatly into a large suitcase with all the handbags and trinkets. Then, I packed all Daddy's clothes and Oma's. Oma did not have much clothing, as she often donated her clothes which were still very decent through BiBi Sum.

"Gue will miss this house so much" I said, "and so will you."

Ting!

"Damn it!" Dinda swore harshly after reading a message on her phone.

Practically me and Tiara were astonished, and Dinda's face instantly froze.

"What's wrong?" my many.

Dinda nodded quickly. "Nothing," he said.

But he let his guard down, Tiara managed to snatch his phone and he was stunned.

"Something's wrong" I said.

"Forget it!" said Dinda.

"You know me, Din, Ra, please?"

"Alright, Ra. It's my privacy. Okay?"

I can't believe it. "You're lying" I said slowly. I stood up and walked towards the window in my old room.

I looked out the window, immersed in my own thoughts. I couldn't prevent my thoughts from leading to the terror that Riko was in constantly spinning inside my head. If only I could have done something different, somehow to defend myself, or if only I could have gotten rid of it....

Dinda and Tiara threw eyes at each other, but could not answer.

"What's Riko's cell phone number? That could be proof that he-"

Dinda shakes. "No," he said. "Unknown number."

"What did he say?"

"Yes. About.it. She's...."

"Gue wants to see, rather than guessing myself, right? Please?"

Relented, Dinda reached out her phone.

》 Arungi one beautiful moment with me, Kejora. Don't make me die of curiosity. I promise I won't bother you again after this. Pleases....

Oh, I'll really make you die.

《 Tell me where it is. I'm gonna come. Just so you keep your promise will never bother me again. Okay well?

I meant to lure him in, but as I thought, he's not stupid. He read whatsapp in my reply, but he didn't say where it was. And, it would be useless to trace his cell phone number, he could not possibly use his real self data.

》 Time will bring us together, Kejora. In time, when I'm in front of you, please, don't reject me. Didn't you ever promise, you I always accompany me? I don't charge you forever, just for one chance. I admire your beauty. And I love you.

Oh, well. You want to surprise me? See when and where you have the chance. If there's ever a chance, I'll have you dead, and curious.

This time I didn't tremble, but I was angry, and I was so angry I was like a fidelity, to the point that I wanted to kill him.

I must equip myself with a sharp weapon. Anywhere, anywhere, anytime. For my dignity and honor as a wife. I'm sick of your terrors.