Hot Daddy: My Beautiful Morning

Sultry

The next afternoon while preparing the lunch that the plantation cook had just delivered, all I could think of was Daddy preparing Choky and Tamara, who, also the horse riding activities he promised after this lunch. Daddy was busy with his work after we rode yesterday. Although he did not go far and was only around the cottage, I was not nearby and did not interfere with his activities. Quite the opposite, I relax in my room and call my dear grandmother in Jakarta. I never called him myself while I was away, we just talked over the phone from Daddy's phone. He said it was good news, but Aunt Sum reported that the old man was wayward. He consumes a lot of drinks and foods with high sugar content every time Aunt Sila comes and invites him to hang out pretty on the porch of the house and bring the all-sweet snack. I was worried about leaving him for longer. But, if we go home, it means I'm done with Daddy. More precisely -- the intimacy will pass quickly.

Hmm.. with a little bit of a whiff, I rebuked my dear grandmother via phone. He said he did not taste good if he did not taste the food brought by Aunt Sila.

"Oma doesn't eat much, really. Just a little tasting."

"Lied," I said. "I can't believe it. Oma don't ngele."

"You are, yes, exactly the same as your Daddy. Basic chatty."

Lah.. instead got scorned.

"Don't think about Oma. Just spend your holidays and have fun there."

Idems. He's really wayward.

Now, after lunch, sitting at the dinner table in front of Daddy, I ventured to talk about the past. At first Daddy refused, but I told him that I would be fine, and that I would practice riding to entertain myself.

"What do you want to ask?"

"About those perpetrators. Are they...?"

"One person was killed by a mob. One died in prison before you were born. And the other one, it might have been free a few years ago. Just it's. That's all Daddy knows."

I cursed "fuck" in my heart. It's delicious I thought, he's only been in jail for a few years and can come back free to breathe fresh air.

"He's already serving his sentence, honey. It is his right to return free. Now--"

I'm shaking. "He abused a woman. And because she's my mother died."

"Your mother died of post-lahiran hemorrhaging. Not a murder victim."

"But if my mother hadn't been abused, she wouldn't have gotten pregnant. He won't die either."

"Destiny. And don't blame God. Your mother is already in heaven because she can accept reality and live life with sincerity. And remember, she died from childbirth. God must have put him in heaven. Now it's your turn, let it all go. Okay well? Control yourself."

I looked down, I took a deep breath and then nodded. "I'll clean up the table first. Daddy can you wait up front?"

"Why is Daddy here?"

"Daddy.. please..," whine.

"OK, okay. Daddy's waiting in front. Not for long, yeah. And don't daydream."

Thank goodness he left me alone. It took me a while to control myself while cleaning the table and washing the dishes. When I finished, I found Daddy asleep in the front seat.

I can't believe it. The time in the duration of time that only a moment that he had fallen asleep? Because of that disbelief, I approached him. I slowly wave my hand in front of his face and call out to him quietly. Then...

"Eh?"

In a quick motion he pulled me up until I fell face down on it. He held me like a soft roll. "Daddy sleepy. Let Daddy take a nap, yeah," he said.

"Sst.. Can you be quiet?"

"Alright, alright. Okay." Okay."

"Kejora."

"Emm?"

"Control your heartbeat."

Oh my God, he could have said that sentence so lightly. I'm throats. "Eat him Daddy don't hug me like this."

"It's not comfortable?"

"Yemen, anyway. But...."

"Don't protest. Just control your heartbeat."

Hmm. This grown man of mine. I wondered, if I was dating a guy my age, what would be the dating style? Is it like this too? But after that I realized, how dare I date. Oma will pick me up if I get caught having a boyfriend.

Eh? Did he deliberately forbid me to date in order to wait for time with his son?

I immediately dismissed the strange thought. No way, falling in love and that feeling is completely unplanned. Nevermind, thought. Fold my left arm over Daddy's chest, and put my head on it. While the right hand is safe and comfortable on his stocky shoulder.

"Kejora, honey," call Daddy. "Wake, yuk?"

Ah, goddamn. I fell asleep comfortably on it. It didn't feel like nearly two hours had passed.

"Ear afternoon. So you want some riding practice?"

"A little while" I said. My eyes are still closed and my life has not been collected all.

"It's so safe, huh, that you sleep so well?" tanyanya stroked my head.

"Hu 'um. Very inconvenient. More comfortable than my bed at home." I opened my eyes and my smile grew.

A few moments later, I woke up, followed by Daddy who was now sitting next to me, and knew he was peeping at my cheek. "Dear you" he whispered.

Again, I was like melted ice cream.

"Me too" I said, turning and smiling. I was well aware of Daddy's large hand holding mine. Daddy's closeness corrupted my nerves. And the silence that occurred made me uneasy and forced me to rack my brain in search of something to talk about, but to no avail. I even forgot our plan to ride. And now, my heart was getting faster as he slowly approached.

And kissed me.

My brain went back to empty once Daddy's lips touched mine. And that's exactly when Daddy's phone rings.

"Sorry to disappoint you" he whispered. "We'll continue later."

Oh, my God, those words make me tense. The weather suddenly felt sultry because of Daddy's hot whisper. He began to deserve the nickname as a Hot Daddy today.