Hot Daddy: My Beautiful Morning

Treating Wounds

There is no definite answer.

That - that's what Daddy said. Mr. Fikri did not answer yes. Only he and God know.

"But he said he felt responsible because only he was alive. And. He also said we better not find out. He said you better not know who your father is, because he said he didn't want it if you knew he was your father, he was a criminal, a criminal. In fact, he said, there's no idea for a DNA test. He won't."

I nodded in understanding. After all, if he really wanted my clear identity, he would have done a DNA test a long time ago. I appreciate his decision. Even if it's forced, and I know if he's my real father or not, why?

Better not to know. Better not to know.

I thought so, and refrained from seeing him. I hardened my heart to be firm with my stance even though I wanted so badly to see him. Until finally, when I was allowed to go home, I could not bear to just leave, but I was still reluctant to meet him. So, I just left a letter to a nun. Through the letter I express my sincere gratitude from the bottom of my heart for his help and sacrifice. I also said that I remembered all the memories between us during those seven years, including when Pak Fikri gave me seven colorful fish that I put in the aquarium bought by Oma. And I always tell Mr. Fikri that there are dead fish. Mr. Fikri always replace it with a new fish, a fish with the same color as the dead fish.

God, I cried when I wrote that letter. And I finally left the hospital feeling ungodly. Should you refuse or accept his presence? I don't know.

It's not enough to get there, when I get home, my feelings get worse. Moreover, it turns out that Oma, Bibi Sum, and Pak Ujang have come home. Daddy kept their return a secret from me because I didn't want them to know what happened to me. But it was impossible, Oma suspected why we did not meet him in Surabaya. Daddy finally told me what happened to me. I was so embarrassed to meet all of them even though Oma did not say anything. He just hugged me and acted like everything was fine and nothing happened.

And, it was painful when I entered the main room. The beautiful room was supposed to make love beautifully, lovingly. But circumstances torture me. I was overcome with a deep sense of guilt for failing to keep my honor as a wife.

Daddy detained me. "Tell me if you want to answer me now" Daddy said in a trembling voice. Forcing yourself to stay strong.

I had hurt her heart, but I was unable to cover my feelings at that moment. "Sorry, Daddy," I said. I feel more guilty.

"I'll forgive you if you stay here" he said. He kissed me, guiding me to bed.

But my hatred for myself kept me crying as much as I could, I leaned over, turned my back on Daddy.

"Crying, crying, Kejora. But I'll never give up on you."

Daddy flicked up my skirt, removed my inner self, then leaned over me. My shirt he took off, here's my bra hook. He kissed my back, my neck, he even bit there. Then, in a sobbing, I felt it fuse with me.

"You. I'll never give up. Never will."

I clasped his hand, tightly. And let Daddy love me in his way. In fact, when he finished, I asked him to stay in his position, above me. Until I fall asleep.