Hot Daddy: My Beautiful Morning

Happy Ending's

Forty days later....

Under the beautiful afternoon sky, I sat sweetly on the steps holding my little baby, the Aditama Star, in front of my chest, my gaze fixed on Daddy who was sighing his stallion to gallop. The two creatures were an incredible sight, a sturdy stallion and a handsome and dashing man.

I never get tired of looking at them. The stallion moved leisurely, under the guidance of Daddy's foot pressure and subtle body cues. While in my arms, my handsome little baby fell asleep soundly. Just like his father, he was so alluring to every eye that saw.

Yeah, forty days since the birth of my first son, those were the best, happiest, and most joyous times of my life.

I have the peace of my life now. In fact, for my guilt towards Mr. Fikri, there is barely any more. I do a lot of things to make my feelings better. At least, once a week I ask Mr. Ujang to visit him to the washroom, bring him good food, and never forget to make a video call with me, also with my son. Although his life was confined to the prison, but I could feel the happiness felt by Mr. Fikri. From his eyes I could see the affection of a father, as well as the affection of a grandfather for my son. In fact he said, he always so impatient to wait for Friday, where every Friday afternoon Pak Ujang will come there and lend his phone. Besides, ever since I told her that I had given birth, she asked my permission to keep a photo of my son. He asked to be laid. If allowed, he said.

"It's okay" said Daddy. "Maybe it's even better to have a photo of the Star with you. Morning Star. I'm allowing."

Oh, my God, he's an angel-hearted man. Because of his kindness, said Mr. Ujang when delivering the print with Bintang, Mr. Fikri's eyes to look at the photo. Somehow I was sure, deep down, that he believed that I was his flesh and blood, and that the Star was his grandson. But, yeah, that truth will remain a secret that will never be revealed until anytime. That's what's best.

And today, under the shady trunk of a large tree, I walked up to Daddy as he got off his horse, he removed the ropes from the stallion. Daddy dropped the saddle on a bamboo bench, draped a blanket over the saddle, put a harness on the end of the saddle, then pulled me into a hug.

"Hi, hotshot," Daddy said to his proud little son. "Sleep well."

I smile. "I think he's really asleep. I just suckled her, and she's gonna be a henchman for a couple of hours. He's comfortable in my arms."

Daddy looked at his son who was fast asleep on my chest. "Yes," he said in a flat tone. "I think so."

"But?"

"But now his father needs a little attention."

"Oh... What kind of attention? Is his father hungry?"

I chuckle. "Well, what do you want to eat? Let memake. Hmm?" I said, pretending not to understand and taking pains to hold back the laughter.

"Don't pretend, Keen," said Daddy, as he* my earlobe. "I miss your warmth. And I'll try to make your time worthwhile."

Again, I'm cracking up. "alright. How could I refuse such a romantic offer? Sure, I'm willing."

Well, after getting into the cabin and putting the little Star into his crib, the new Daddy caught up with me to the room immediately wrapped around me with his two sturdy arms.

"I miss you so much" said Daddy, then he stuck his head around my neck. And, in the next second, my body was already squeezed against the wall with him that held me in full desire.

Yeah, forty days of torture for his maleness. Forty days without the union which he endured because of circumstances, today he must triumphantly complete.

But he must be careful. In addition to the stitching of my cesar surgery that is still vulnerable, this paradise of pleasure belongs to him also seems to experience narrowing.

"Today has come too." Daddy rubbed the tip of his index finger against my lips, then swerved down the curve of my neck and stopped at the end of my ritslet, then lowered it. Cupping her hands in her chest, her dark eyes burned, looking at me passionately. "I'll do my best. Slowly without hurting."

I smile. "I know, and I believe you."

"I love you, My Beautiful Kejora. You're my most beautiful star."

And you are the only love of my life. I love you more, Daddy....

Yeah, here's my story: Kejora Aditama, Beautiful Kejora of Gibran Aditama. I found a husband, and true love in the figure of my foster father. He was my husband, and my best friend. Someone who accepts me, without caring about the darkness of my past.