Hot Daddy: My Beautiful Morning

Possessive!

Dinner went well, Daddy and I were just having regular conversations, discussing common things like the delicious taste of the food on the table and about my activities at school for the past semester. After all, I really don't want to - exactly have not wanted to discuss about Daddy's attitude that is too warm to me. And apparently, Daddy is the same. Although in my heart there is a question: is he behaving that warmly because he thinks I-is the figure of my mother, or is it really for me? But I kept the question to myself. In my own mind.

Honestly, actually on the one hand, I think and assume that Daddy's warm attitude is directed to my mother, and he considers the figure of my mother is in me, but the rest of me was also questioning -- or maybe even hoping that it was for me. Until I rebuke myself. Don't expect too deep, Kejora. Do not use feelings, and do not use the heart.

Well, I'm starting to fear myself. What happens if I hope and know Daddy is dating someone else? If that happens, it is unlikely that the circumstances between us could be the same as before - between the child and the father. It can't be anymore.

Let him be warm, Kejora, just to see him happy. And if he marries another woman, you don't lose his fatherhood. Please, assume that you have a father-son relationship in the most unique version ever. Just control yourself and don't cross the line like this afternoon. Camkan!

Busy with my own thoughts, did not feel Daddy was finished with his meal, so was I.

"Daddy is done?"

"Yes, Honey. It's." Already."

"Let the Kejora clear his desk, yeah."

"Want Daddy to help?"

"No need, Daddy... The cruelty can be, really."

"Good dong, that means-"

Geck! Geck! Geck!

"Sounds like there's someone."

"Let Daddy open the door."

"Before you open the door, Dad!" myrag.

I should have washed the dishes even to whom about who came to see you. But I just peeked out from behind the wall. Apparently one of the workers on the plantation. He gave a little bit of ginger root to Daddy.

"Here I bring ginger wedang for Father and Wife. Let her stay warm in this cold weather."

Whats? Wife? I gulped and reflexively leaned against the wall. Did Daddy call me his wife to the workers? Geez.. if the future wife is still mending. But these?

"Eh, honey," Daddy was surprised. "You...?"

"E, I. I just wanted to check, who...."

"Sorry, yeah. You hear...?"

"It's okay. Kejora. Rampage-"

"Daddy says you're a house person, and they interpret that as...."

I'm nodding. "Kejora understands. It's not Daddy's fault. Besides.. If they know I'm not Daddy, we can't just stay in one cabin, right?"

"Em," he gulped to himself, "trims."

Anyone would think the man of the house was a wife, Dad. That even means Daddy deliberately dribbled people's thoughts in that direction. That's also why Daddy asked me not to pose as a child, right? My God, does Daddy really want to marry me?

"You're not really angry, are you?"

"okay." He smiled - forcing a smile. "Then Daddy-"

"Daddy just sat in front, yeah. Kejora wants to wash the dishes first," cut me up as fast as lightning.

Kan, right. nervous again I admit. Hm....

Clumsy, Daddy nodded. "Daddy would grab a glass first."

Just as clumsy, I nodded, but stayed there until Daddy's snap brought me back from the attitude.

"Say he was washing dishes. Don't be so often daydreaming, later the waiter hut."

Ah, Daddy. I got goosebumps myself for what he said. Fortunately, I had only a little dish laundry. I quickly finished it and immediately fled to the fireplace.

Hufft. He was busy with the documents of land correspondence he wanted to buy it.

"Not going to sleep?"

"Kejora wants to talk first if Daddy has finished reading it."

"Okay, can you wait a minute? Little more Daddy's work is done."

Haddeh. Hiks, sleepy hunt I made.

"If you're sleepy, you're sleeping."

"But I'm gonna have a chat first."

"What do you want to talk about?"

I took a deep breath and ventured to convey my request. "On my identity" I said. "Let me plong if I know all the stories. Please, Kejora does not want to break the rules. Kejora just wants to plong and does not keep the questions anymore. Anyway let's make Kejora more beautiful, you know, life without burden, right?" To be honest, I'm also curious about Daddy and my mother's past, what was your relationship? I want to know about that.

Daddy was silent, he just stared fixedly at me and seemed unable to speak anymore. Though I tried to make a joke on him, even though it was crisp and crummy.

"Dad.. please.it's not a matter of time or not, but it's about being ready or not I know the story. And I'm ready. I just want to know. I must be strong, really. The sadest bit. Not going to run away, kill people, especially to suicide. I promise, Dad."

Ah, he finally nodded. How happy my heart is.

"But tomorrow, yes, dear."

"Yes... Daddy is so...."

"Daddy does not want you to think and have trouble sleeping later. So. tomorrow only. Okay well? And don't argue! Follow Daddy's rules."

I'm glaring. "Basic... Daddy's possessive!"

"O yeah?" She grinned. "Just notice, honey, if you're a husband, his possessiveness will be more than this."

Eh? What does that mean?