Hot Daddy: My Beautiful Morning

Luka

Daddy was making breakfast when I woke up the next morning. He stood in front of the frying pan with slightly disheveled hair and only wore butut-length trousers plus a body-fitting T-shirt that he wore last night. I haven't had a shower either, I thought.

"Good morning, dear. Want an omelet?"

I had a thumbs up, he knew I was behind him even though he didn't turn his head. "By the other hand, Daddy. May. it looks delicious. But I thought there was a delivery of food like last night. Nothing, huh?"

"It's not stopping outside the rain, honey. Who wants to get out of this rain-shut?"

Yeah, it makes sense. If not disinclined, maybe I still close my eyes under my warm blanket. But, given that I was a girl and there was Daddy with me, so I forced myself to get up, and still -- it turned out that I lost quickly to him.

"Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Sure, if you don't mind, Daddy thinks we need some tea."

"That's long, anyway. Just tell me, please make the tea, honey."

I grinned, Daddy grinned too. "Yes, honey. Please make the tea, yes...."

"So, today Daddy's gonna keep Daddy's promise last night, right?"

She shook her head.

"Please, Daddy. I'll take you later."

"Outside the rain won't stop."

"Well, what's the connection...?"

"Daddy worries you'll be sad."

"Continue?"

"We can't go anywhere to comfort you, it's raining."

"Reason! Why promise that the edges will deny again? Mending doesn't let me not be disappointed. Shit, know!"

Fix, disappointed heavy. I don't like being let down by Daddy. With a frown, I put again the teapot that I had taken and I immediately raised my legs to the room.

Look, I'll make him tell you a story today.

Geck! Geck!

"Honey, Daddy's in, huh?"

I deliberately didn't lock the door, let him in, let him see my pouting look, let him feel guilty and he'll persuade me not to lash at him again.

And, I think it's time.

He sat down in front of me, on the edge of the bed, then took a deep breath. "Are you sure you're ready to hear this story?" tanyanya.

"More than ready, Daddy. Even though it was the worst thing though, the Kejora was ready."

He looked down, closed his eyes for a moment, then looked at me. "There's something bad that happened to your mother after Daddy left to go back to Jakarta."

"What's? Just tell me, Daddy."

He nodded, then cleared his throat. "Kejora. That's just an excuse not to look for him. And what happened. actually...."

"What actually?"

"Actually, she was sexually assaulted. He's being held captive, and harassed."

"What?" barely making a sound - maybe there was no sound when I said it.

"Yes, that's what happened. Your mother told me about it through the letter she sent to the sister."

Oh, my God, so me...?

It's worse than I assumed yesterday. I was not only born without a father, but also from the seeds of rape. The seed of an immoral depraved man. Oh, unfortunately fate. Crying me for being claustrophobic. Bidithy!

The strong, the Kejora. Control yourself. You definitely can. "Daddy knows the full story? Who did? Tell me, please?"

"Yes, after your mother's funeral, Daddy dropped you off at Mom Rani for a bit, while Daddy was figuring out the truth. Daddy went to his old boarding house. And. the owner of the boarding house justifies the incident. The culprit. Fugitive for robbery. The ignorant cruel opened the door when his cousin came there. As a result, he was held captive and received poor treatment. After several days of being invisible, the hostess began to suspect and check into your mother's boarding house. He said he found your mother tied up in a boarding room, her mouth bandaged, without clothes, and she was being spun. Three -- three people."

Aaaaaargh...! Berengseeeeek...! I want to scream loudly. Brutal! Incredibly vile those bastards. The devil! Barbarically! The animals they all.

My body was shaken because of the sobbing. And I don't think I've been able to listen to that story. I ran, leaving Daddy with his own tears while I - my steps stopped under the rain.

I shouted -- as loud as my vocal cords produced. But the rain just swallowed it. Even the tears in my eyes were covered by it. Really, I'm very angry. Angry at destiny. Angry at the author of destiny. But what can I do besides yell at him? Tell me, why did He give such a bad fate to a man who had suffered so much in life? I even screamed asking him that. Wh why?

But there's no answer. He, he gave me no answer.