Hot Daddy: My Beautiful Morning

Puzzles

He was silent for a moment, then nodded. And I know he's lying. He must have not eaten at all from morning.

"Daddy hasn't eaten, has he?"

"Em, yeah, later...."

"Eat... eat with me, huh?"

"Yes, just a minute."

Daddy stood up again, taking his chicken box with a lump of white rice and sauce. Describe our true state: plain, without much flavor.

"Order online, huh?" ask for a prank to melt the atmosphere.

Daddy nodded. I knew that he also understood that I was trying to cover up my true circumstances.

"Dad?"

"Emm? What's up?" tanyanya gently.

"I'm confused."

"Why jungles? Tell me."

"Emm... That, I was confused, I must how to deal with the current situation? I'm rattled. It's hard to hate someone I've considered good for seven years. But it's hard to think of it as well. She's the one I've hated for the past year, ever since I found out what happened to my mom. How am I supposed to?"

Daddy bribed me a fourth bribe, then he grabbed my hand. As he spoke he looked me deeply into my eyes. "I'm still angry, I still hate, but I try not to get revenge. I thanked him for saving you. And. I've found the best lawyer to help ease her sentence. That's the only thing I can do. But I won't force you to do the same. I've done it for you, for us. Okay well? Now eat again."

"Em, Daddy's eating too."

I opened my mouth to receive a spoonful of almost tasteless food and chewed it slowly. I daydreamed again, thought again. It feels really hard. I can't take away my anger and resentment for what Mr. Fikri did to my mother. But I can't forget all that Mr. Fikri has done in these seven years, how he's been guarding and protecting me from harm. After all, Oma always emphasized to me that I should thank anyone who has done good to me.

"Sup to you. Better yes. But if it makes your heart hurt more, you should not. It's okay."

But I need to know, I need to ask Mr. Fikri, did Riko get into me? Did he get to...?

"Think carefully, Kejora."

"I want to meet him."

"You sure?"

"Em, I. sure."

"All right, I know you're gonna do this. So I asked and asked the doctor for permission. I also have a wheelchair for you. But you have to finish your food first. Okay?"

Deal. And it made me tremble. I'm anxious. How will I react when I meet Mr Fikri?

"Related?" ask Daddy again when our food is up.

I'm nodding. I have to meet Mr. Fikri and put aside my ego and anger.

"I'm sure I want to see him, please?"

Daddy took a deep breath. He also looks nervous. He must be very worried about my situation, my feelings, my psychic and mental well. But I can't back down, despite the anxiety that's building up in my heart and mind. I even lost focus. I sizzled softly when my feet were accidentally pressed on the footrest of a wheelchair. Lukaku struggled, but fortunately did not bleed on the surface of the bandage that wrapped my feet.

I. I have to meet him.

Geck! Geck!