Hot Daddy: My Beautiful Morning

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Embarrassing, plus annoying!

My bed got wet because I accidentally peed there. Could it be, such a strange dream? Inevitably, I rebuked myself. Absolutely disgraceful!

And because of that dream I woke up feeling guilty. It felt so clear and so real that I wouldn't be surprised if when I opened my eyes I found Daddy lying next to me with his expression looking satisfied and pleased with himself.

"Clear your mind, Kejora. Daddy's not that kind of guy. He won't do anything like that in your crazy dream. He wouldn't go that far before marriage. Basic... brain short!"

I took a deep breath then got out of bed, quickly took a shower, washed my smelly clothes plus bedspreads, then immediately dried them. After that I quickly got dressed and went to the kitchen to make breakfast. I was making toast when Daddy came into the kitchen.

"It smells good" he commented as he approached me from behind.

Vibrations ran through my spine because of Daddy's closeness. "Maybe it smells good" I said.

"It's not the manager, honey," he said. "But you."

I*tidied when Daddy kissed the back of my neck. And he hugged me from behind, his two sturdy arms perfectly coiled around my body. This morning, Daddy officially treated me as his girlfriend, not as a child.

My God, is this really the adult model of love? I asked myself. Last night I said nothing. Daddy just hugged me and kissed me on my forehead after he expressed his intention to wait for me and marry me next year. And if Oom Hendri hadn't checked in and cleared his throat when he saw us, maybe Daddy would have held me all night. And, even after Oom Hendri came out of the cabin, Daddy just told me to lie down and cover me, then kiss my forehead again, say good-bye, beautiful dreams, and also unfortunately, the word is, then he came out of my room. See, I didn't say anything. But, Daddy can assume everything is "yes" and now I'm officially his girlfriend.

"Dreaming?" ask slowly in the ear.

I'm shaking. "Just not used to the new situation."

"Yeah, indeed, this is like a dream. And... Daddy is so happy. How's yours?"

I'm shaking, Daddy, if you'd known. No, I think he does know, he keeps smiling even though I don't see clearly into his face. "I am also happy. Daddy knew that without asking."

"So" he said, "what are you going to do after breakfast?"

I swallowed with difficulty. "What is Daddy planning today?"

"Riding," he said. "You wanna ride with me?"

Oh my God, what horse is this? My mind is misguided!

"You, right? Daddy can't leave you alone."

"I don't know how to ride a horse. I'm scared--" anyway"

"Don't worry, honey," cut it. "Daddy can teach you."

Teaching, that word sent another vibration running through my spine, making me wonder if we were really discussing "real horseback riding"?

Oh, my mind is completely complete.

"By the way, can we have breakfast now? Or Daddy can't taste your toast?"

I shook my head in agitation. "I made it for both of us" I said.

Again, Daddy spoke so quietly in my ear, "Rilex, Kejora."

How can I relax if Daddy acts like this? Sparking the fire of love?

Hmm.. No need to do even I already have the blazing blaze. The fire of my love burned me until it was too hot.

I took a deep breath, then rebuked myself to calm down. It's just a matter of time and I'll get used to it.

But failed!

"Hey," he said, then he twisted my body. "Look at me, please?"

Geez, if he could hear it, the sound of my heartbeat pounding against the chest cavity. Then, Daddy cupped my face with both of his warm palms. And I felt like I wanted to faint there when I caught the gaze of her eyes filled with the twinkling of love.

"I love you, Kejora Aditama."

My feet don't feel like retracing anymore, I feel like flying hearing the love spell that Daddy said while looking straight at my eyes.

"Okay, here." He took out a plate of toast with his left hand, while his right hand grasped my hand and pulled me gently to the dining table. "Come, sit."

I nodded, but still pegged in my chair. It was hard dealing with Daddy this morning. Every time I looked at her, I remembered what had happened on the porch in my dream that made me wake up warm and sweaty. I couldn't stop imagining a romance scene so hot that I peed in bed.

"Kejora," he called.

"Emm?"

"Don't like to daydream."

"Yes, Daddy."

"Can you please pour the tea?"

You idiot! That should be what I did earlier. I took a porcelain mug and poured tea for each of us. I put one in front of Daddy and one I held tightly, feeling his warmth radiating into the palm of my hand.

"Cheese toast?"

"Yes," I said.

"Do we have mayo?"

"There, briefly. Let me get it."

I stood up, opened the kitchen cupboard and took the mayo from inside and poured it on the bread.

Oh, my gosh. Seeing that mayo melt again reminds me of that damn dream.

"Why?" dad asked, he clasped my trembling hand as it poured out the white melts. "You sick?"

I looked at him, wondering what was the best thing to say. "It's okay, Daddy. I'm not sick. Emm..maybe it's like I said. I'm awkward with the situation between us."

"It's ok. Here, sit." He pulled me into his lap, making my brain more complete because by itself my brain was connected to the scene in the dream: sitting on his lap.

What if Daddy puts me on the floor after this? Oh my goodness, Kejora. Daddy wouldn't be like that.

I could say that to myself, but it meant nothing: in fact I was getting more agitated. I was afraid that the dream would come true. I do not want to allow myself to be a moral destroyer to the self I admire - the angelic self in my eyes.

"Daddy," I said, I wanted to stand up, but I couldn't. He kept me in his lap.

Then, he casually grabbed a piece of bread on the table and shoved it in front of my mouth. "Eat," she asked.

I comply. I opened my mouth and bit the tip of the bread and chewed it slowly. So did Daddy who bit the tip of the bread in the same place as me.

"Enak. Great chef" he commented after we had eaten my toast.

I smile. "Thank you" I said. "As for Daddy's taste, right? I learned a lot from Oma."

He nodded and smiled back. "Oma prepared you well."

"Emm? Meanin?"

Daddy cleared his throat. "We'll be gone at about seven. Daddy's gonna take a shower and get ready."

Finally, he removed his circle of hands from my body and I was able to stand up immediately.

"We're going to ride. So, tie your hair neatly, yeah."

I nodded and stared back at Daddy who was now standing right in front of me - - with a heat that was running through my soul. Did Daddy feel it? How could it not? I immediately turned around before Daddy saw the effect his gaze had on me. "I'll be ready in a minute" I said. "Daddy's better take a shower now, yeah." Oh, Dad, please leave in front of me for a moment.

He was smiling too. "Still nervous, huh?"

Eh?

Yeah yeah, Daddy....