Hot Daddy: My Beautiful Morning

A Kiss

The taste of peelet makes me want to not get out of bed and run to the toilet. It's my fault I should have gone back before I went to bed. But who would have thought that this taste of kebelet actually gave a surprise for me.

It was late at night, almost eleven o'clock. However, as I was about to return to the room, I realized the front door was open.

"Daddy is still outside, or.. lest there be a thief?" I shudder. Strange thoughts, my mind. And a second later I set myself out, but I faintly heard the sound of people chatting outside the cottage. Like Oom Hendri, I thought.

Right, that's Oom Hendri's voice. I saw it clearly while peering at the veranda.

"Why are you smiling like that? Don't-don't you? Hmm?"

I see Daddy is smiling. What, the hell, did Oom Hendri ask?

"Gibrans... Gibran. Like a virgin only you. Say it's hard."

Daddy shook his head like a desperate man. "Well, Hend? Saying no, yes, lying. He said yes, I was afraid. He's too young. Moreover, maybe he thinks of me -- completely as a father, right?"

The deg!

Mean what? They talk about me?

"Yes, anyway. But who knows, that kid is your soul mate. Nothing is impossible in this world."

"Pity him, Hend. Still young, the match time of fathers our age like this? I'm gonna have four heads."

"Eh, age is not a problem. Some are more than twenty years old. You see on the news, there are grandparents who married ABG boy."

"Don't be confused with news, Hend. This is Kejora, the child I raised from a baby. Time to know kunikahi? Yes it is possible, but does his son want to? Later she was ashamed of her school friends for marrying her own father."

Oh, my God, limp my leg. There was a feeling I didn't understand back then, was I happy that my heart was pounding so hard and all my nerves were paralyzed?

"You're not blood, man. It's a small matter anyway. If the guy wants to, why not? Uh, is this the reason why you want to stay here? Da? You want her to move out of the old neighborhood, and be comfortable in the new neighborhood as a married couple?"

Daddy put his shoulders together, then lowered his head. "If the situation is supportive. If not, it will not. Sometimes our desires and plans do not correspond to what God has outlined."

"What about the Kejora? Does his attitude show... the same interest?"

"Don't know. I can't judge him. But..it seems like she is comfortable with the father and son relationship between us."

"Two more questions. First of all, you yourself have that taste, right? Is it for her, or is it because of her mother's shadow?"

"Kejora. The present cruelty. He is not a shadow of the past. Maybe it was because they had the same face. But the more I realized, my heart knew the answer."

Springy. Oom Hendri and Daddy seemed to rejoice with Daddy's speech. And i'm...

Getting confused.

"What about Mom? About-"

"Mother supports. It was precisely he who insisted on having me recklessly approach the Kejora."

"Oh, wow! Mom is an amazing old man. So... How's the Kejora, right?"

I. I don't know, Daddy. This is too astonishing.

"By the way, dry throat. Mbok is prepared drinks for guests."

Huh huh? Dumplings...

Bugs!

My limp feet cannot be carried away. I'm plummeting.

"Kejora?"

Awake, Kejora. Wake up.. run, you idiot!

My legs were wobbly, it felt hard to tread, but I managed to reach the door of my room in a staggering fashion, though...

Too late, I think Daddy saw me.

"Kejora, open the door, honey. Daddy wants to talk."

Chequek!

Goddamnit! I forgot to lock the door.

"Hey, Daddy knows you're pretending to be asleep. Daddy saw you earlier."

Argha! Damnit damnit! Damnit damnit! Damnit damnit! This is also unnatural, why should I run and misbehave this way?

"Kejora, honey, you're angry, aren't you?"

I pulled out the blanket and gave myself a chance to get up. I stood there, facing Daddy who was looking at me.

"What's? Why must there be a taste?"

"Why? I don't know. Daddy-"

"It's not fair, Daddy."

"Yeah, Daddy knows-"

"This is impossible...."

"Nothing is impossible."

"Daddy... no! We're this-"

Oh my God, my body is shaking. Time seems to stop for a moment.

"You kissed me?"

"I love you."

"No."

"I love you."

"G-eummm...."

Again. He kissed me until my eyes closed. Her lips defended me so gently. Feels sweet. It was as if I was getting something that I was really hoping for - a special feeling in an amazing moment. While inside this chest there was a strange thumping feeling. Wanting to faint. God, no matter how hard I deny, but I cannot deceive myself. The kiss even paralyzed my nerves. Though logic refuses, but I know my body and soul accept it. And my heart....

"Be mine."

Huh huh?

"Share your life with me. Be my life forever."

Glegs! I can't feel my feet. Limply. Stuffy. Oh, myGod....

"Please, marry me?"

"Me-married?"

"Say yes, please?"

"Ak-- I-"

"Please, marry me, Kejora?"

"Daddy...."

He cupped my face, locked my gaze, then...

"Feel me."

Oh my God, he kissed me again. Oh, Daddy. This is so thrilling. My heart is no longer in its place. I feel you, Dad. I feel you in my soul.

At that moment I asked: is this real? Or am I just dreaming? But...

"Daddy wait for you eighteen years, huh? I will marry you and make you my wife. I will marry you, Kejora Aditama."