Hot Daddy: My Beautiful Morning

The Beautiful Dusk

What a beautiful twilight. The sky was orange and now I'm alone with Daddy. Mom Rani has returned to Surabaya to be picked up by her husband. Endru Oom. He had introduced Oom Endru to me, as well as his two little heroes: Indra and Indri.

"I think if they had another boy, they'd call him Indro" I told Daddy.

Practically Daddy smiled ignorantly. "If we have children, who would you name?"

"Ah, Daddy.. The joke isn't funny, huh!"

"Gira or Gibra? Funny, right?"

"Yuuuh..," I am tickled. "Funny where did you try?"

Daddy chuckled, then with great difficulty he muffled his laughter. "So, after knowing Mom Rani is married, you're not jealous anymore? Not pouting anymore? Not busy with your phone anymore? Hmm?"

"Daddy is so sweet, yeah. The oath!" I shook my head while holding my smile. I hastened my footsteps to leave Daddy back there with his sweet smile that never ceases to expand.

Really, he confused me. I still do not believe that all of his actions are serious, but I also can not consider it as a joke between father and son. Maybe I was hoping he wasn't joking.

Getting rid of the confusion, I stared in amazement at the huts in front of me. Well, tonight and for the next few days, we'll be staying at one of the cottages on the estate. The wooden hut is simple but looks warm and sturdy. The furniture in it is also adequate, fairly okay for comfort.

"Hows it? Do you like staying here?" Daddy smiled as he plopped down onto one of the large armchairs in the cabin. He had just put in our suitcases and our groceries: some instant groceries for a vacation in this cool plantation area. Just in case we were starving in the middle of the night, as well as snacks while we were relaxing.

Of course I like. I nodded and smiled back. "Originally with Daddy, wherever I like."

This resulted in the junction of pillows and jackets towards me while I screamed. And the unexpected thing was that when I bent over to pick up the pillow and jacket - just as I re-enforced, I caught Daddy's gaze and blinked. The gesture made my stomach churn and the temperature in the room suddenly became so stuffy. I need some fresh air - soon.

God, I know I'm nervous. I put the pillow back on the chair and I put Daddy's jacket on the back of the chair. I can't be here with a heart that's pounding.

Swinging open the heavy wooden front door, I stepped out into the warm twilight sun, inhaling the apple-scented air deeply while leaning against the cottage veranda fence and admiring the scenery across the green meadow, standing tall like an elderly noble.

"Beautiful, yes," Daddy's distinctive voice stroked my ear as he leaned against the fence next to me. This veranda is small, far from the word spacious, but enough to relax enjoying a gust of wind.

Agreeing with him, I nodded too. "Well, Kejora likes the atmosphere here" I said.

"Good, because Daddy plans to move here someday. And... Daddy hopes you can persuade Oma to move here."

I who was stunned looked directly at him. "Why is it with Jakarta? Already not comfortable because there is no farmland? Or...?" or...?"

"What?"

"No, it's nothing."

"May Daddy ask for one thing?"

I'm crossing my arms, my shoulders are shivering. "Sure, if the Kejora could. Please. say, Dad."

I could see him considering something he couldn't - or was difficult - to convey at the time. After a few moments of wrestling, he gave up. "If anyone asks you who Daddy is, don't tell me you're Daddy's son, okay?"

Huh huh?

"Then what should I say? I'm ready for Daddy?"

"you reckon? What's better?"

"Well, maybe. emm. Kejora wants to take a shower first. Bye, Daddy...."

But it's not that easy, Fergus....

He managed to intercept my arm and I stopped right in front of his face. "I love you."

Oh, my God. His voice was really slow in the ear. Although it was only three words, and - which I used to hear from him, but this time - it was like the most beautiful words, like a piano sonata or a beautiful song from heaven.

Really, my legs suddenly trembled and it was possible that I would have landed on the floor if only Daddy's sturdy hands had not held my arms firmly.

Unlike the usual words I heard, I also had no answer to it - more precisely: I was unable to answer.

"A--I. e.. I go in first, Dad."

He didn't let me go!

Dad.. please. I don't want Daddy to hear my heartbeat.

I swallowed when our eyes met. Staring at the black beads with each other and feeling burned. And a moment later I realized one of his hands was tightly coiled around my waist. I was in his arms, facing him. Oh, my God, for a second I forgot that he was my father.

"I love you too, Daddy."

Sassy! I caressed his face. I wanted to break my hand when I realized what I was doing. But I can't fight the taste. I tiptoed, then...

Our lips almost touched when the door of the cottage was closed hard because it was blown by the wind.

"Sori, Daddy. I'm...."

"Ride, gih. It's late." It's late afternoon."

"yeah. I. I'm going in first."

I made sure that this time my footsteps took me inside the cottage, I went straight to the bathroom and poured water from the tap over my head. It's insanity. How crazy! My heart was pounding so hard it almost popped out of my chest.

"Oh my God.. What have I done? I could have kissed him. Oh, no! Scant. I haven't had time to kiss her. But still, it's wrong! Your crazy, yes! You idiot! An idiot! How humiliating!" I never finished cursing myself. I regret not being able to control my feelings. That unnatural feeling. I am sorry, Dad....

While contemplating all that had happened after Daddy's return on my birthday, she was stunned when she first looked at me, then the next thing and until the second that had just missed - - that I - we were about to kiss, something Mom Rani said to me suddenly came back very clearly: Daddy found Kejora, his girlfriend in me.

Should I be -- my mother's figure - for Daddy's sake?

Oh my....