Hot Daddy: My Beautiful Morning

Dia

In my sleep, the memories of the past are spinning back, when I first knew Mr. Fikri. In the past, Mr. Fikri traded ornamental fish in front of the Elementary School where I studied. I know he has been trading there for a long time. I also went to him several times, looking at his wares stuffed into a clear plastic bag. He never asked me what my name was, but he always smiled warmly at me every time he saw me, as if he had known me without us having to get acquainted first.

When I was in Elementary School, Daddy didn't hire Mr. Ujang. Oma who usually takes me to school. Then, one afternoon, when Oma was late to pick me up, I waited at the school gate because Oma prevented me from going home alone with an ojek. As I remember, two strangers came up to me that day, offering me a ride home. But, since I always remembered Oma's message not to go with strangers, I refused to come along. At that time-perhaps-I did not fully understand, and when one of the men pulled my hand, just at that time Mr. Fikri approached us.

"Who is this, Kejora?" tanyakanya.

"No idea, sir," I said.

"We're his family" said a gondrong-haired man.

"But I don't know Oom" I said innocently.

Mr. Fikri also pulled me, and the two men just left when Mr. Fikri looked at them sharply and said, "There are many people around here if you want to be mobbed."

Afterwards, Mr. Fikri asked me to wait for Oma near his bike. Since that day I know Mr. Fikri well, as well as Oma.

A few months later, when I entered Junior High, Mr. Fikri changed trades. He no longer sells ornamental fish and changed location. He traded siomay in front of Junior High where I continued my education. The day just rolled around, every day he was at his place selling when I got home from school, and he always smiled when I greeted him.

When I was in eighth grade, I started to get a little naughty. There was a senior of mine who had finished Junior High School and continued to High School. His real name is Ridho, but he is well known by the name Edho. Cool guy who facilitated a motorcycle by his parents. Yep, he assessed me, and began to approach the pedekate alias with me.

After the incident I pleaded with Oma so that she did not tell Daddy the incident, even I lied by saying that I was just riding a motorcycle. The next day, Pak Ujang was hired and new rules were applied. I was obliged to return to be picked up and escorted by Mr. Ujang, and always under the supervision of Mr. Ujang. My mischievous souls feel like Oma and Daddy are so mean, I feel like they're holding me back, setting me up, and I feel like they're chaining my legs. But I just kept quiet. I obey without objection. Obviously, because I was still in the category of a child, and at that time my heart was not completely a good child even though I could not act anymore.

Then, when I entered High School, again without suspicion, I met Mr. Fikri again at school with his new job as a new school guard at the High School where I attended.

And now, in my subconscious, Daddy's words are fueling my curiosity: who is Mr Fikri really? Why did Daddy say that he made a sacrifice worth me? Sacrifice for -- merit, or for what error?

Then about Riko, about our childhood. Old memories dragged me to recall memories of my childhood.

"Kejora will always accompany Brother, but Brother Riko don't be naughty anymore, huh? Promise?"

I remember saying that when I was a kid. But a moment later, the little Riko in front of me was no longer her childlike self. She turned into her mature figure, which made me instantly frightened.

I'm getting restless.

No. gabe. He's already dead. He's already dead. How could he be here? No. gabe. It's just a dream. Must've been dreams. Somebody.help me. Pl-please....