Hot Daddy: My Beautiful Morning

That Feeling....

There was another moment of melow that occurred during my pregnancy. At the time of pregnancy, I entered my second trimester. It is time to move to Malang. Before leaving, I asked Daddy to take me to see Mr. Fikri. There, we asked each other the news, not forgetting that he asked me about my gynecological condition, and I also brought him special food, my cooking. With a happy smile, he thanked me and praised my ability to cook good food. He said he liked every dish I sent him every week.

But my main purpose is not that, but to say goodbye.

"Emm.. I have something to say."

"Oh, what is it, Non? What's up?"

"Emm. anu, I. I'm going to move to Malang" I said.

"Oh," he sighed*, clearly sounding a disappointed tone from his voice.

"It was planned before we got married. We're going to live in Malang, and... I.. I want to say goodbye, I mean, what.... can I go?"

That was the first time I cried again after a long time my days were filled with happiness since my pregnancy. I don't know why, but I want Mr. Fikri's permission and sincerity for my move out of town, which will keep me away from him.

"Non doesn't need my permission."

"I want it" I said quickly.

"But this Father is not a Non."

"Call me son, shall I beg you?" my door, which is getting weird and I can't control. "Let me go?"

Like me, Mr. Fikri's tears also dripped. "Yes, son," he whispered. "Go away. Take good care of yourself. I wish you always be happy."

"Thank you" I said. "Boy also take care of health, yes. I will ask Mr. Ujang to come here often to see the situation of Mr. I. I'm sorry." I clawed at her hand and I kissed her with all my feelings.

And, again there was a haru feeling when he touched my head. "Blessed, Son. Be happy."

I nodded, and immediately took Daddy away from there. However, just as Daddy and I were about to get out of the visiting room, Mr. Fikri called out to me.

"After you are free from here, can you come to Malang?"

My eyes were closed, my feelings were like being pinched by guilt, bitter yet there was a hint of sweetness. "Can. Of course I can. I'm waiting for."

Can't take it anymore, my tears are pouring down and I'm getting out of there.

"There's nothing wrong, is there, from everything I said?"

A happy smile on Daddy's face. "Nothing," he said. "You know, naturally, you've shown how noble your heart is as a woman. And I'm proud. I'm proud to have a wife like you. You're the best."

Oh, my God, in that parking lot, Daddy kissed my lips. I was shocked and suddenly stopped crying. "Dad..," protested. "It's a public place...."

He's gesrek!

"Let's just be it," he said. He kissed me again. "That's a powerful way to make my wife stop crying. And look, now you're smiling. Very pretty."

Yep. And he is the one who is good at it. He was an expert at coping with my heart and feelings, plus, an expert at making my tears stop as quickly as possible. He, Gibran Aditama. The best husband.