Hot Daddy: My Beautiful Morning

Oh Dad's....

But that doesn't make everything good in an instant. It took me a long time to recover from the trauma and from the bad memories.

The following days passed with a similar and faint atmosphere. I am more quiet, spend time reading novels, cleaning the house and all the housework, forcing myself to cook, forcing myself to hold a knife, or just curled up watching TV in the room. Never a day passed without tears, I silently shed tears. And when Daddy found out, he just wiped it but said nothing.

Every time in court, when my testimony is required, I am present. I saw Mr. Fikri again, and felt pain from guilt, but I remained reluctant to talk to him. And so when Arini was tried as one of my suspects, I was always present. From Riko's cell phone seized by the police, found a perverted video between the two of them. Arini's fatal mistake. Apparently, Riko used the video to threaten Arini, so that she always obeyed whatever Riko told her. For the sake of keeping his disgrace, he was even willing to help Riko to set me up. Either he will forgive her or not one day, but the guilty must be punished according to his actions. What that girl did was evil. He's too vile.

Yeah, it doesn't feel like day after day goes by. Despite the weight I was able to endure. Then my eighteenth birthday came. But from a long time ago I said that I didn't want to celebrate, so my eighteenth birthday wasn't celebrated. Instead, Daddy brought a psychiatrist home.

"I'm late for my period, Doc," I said, expressing the weight of my mind that I had been holding for days.

The doctor listened, he understood my concerns. I was afraid that Daddy - now, or later - would doubt my womb if I were really pregnant before my period in July, after the incident that happened to me in June. I feel like if I'm really pregnant, my pregnancy is not on time, as if it's a new test for me, as well as for Daddy.

I can be honest with my psychiatrist about this, but the support he gives is not as usual, as if this time it does not have much effect. I need Daddy to convince me that nothing's wrong. But I'm too cowardly to be honest. Too cowardly to read the disappointed sirat on his face even though it would not necessarily be seen.

Moments later, Daddy came into the room with a super cheerful smile and a warm orange color in the twilight sky that I saw through the glass wall in my room.

"Pak Ujang went to pick up Bu Nita," he said enthusiastically. "The midwife's in the clinic there. You know, right? Oh my, I deg-degan. I hope the result is positive. Aamiin, yes, dear. I believe this is my son. I won't doubt it."

Oh, Dad. We just don't know if I'm really pregnant, but you're so sure and believe that I'm carrying your child.

Again, he really made me feel overwhelmed.

Thank you, Daddy. Thank you for such a great love for me.