Hot Daddy: My Beautiful Morning

Jealous

"Geez, Mom. That's great...."

I was amazed at Mom Rani's choice of party dress. The color is elegant black. With open shoulders and a V-modeled neck. Her chest feels right to my size. While the bottom is wide and length up to the eyes of the feet. But there was one thing that made me anxious: the back that opened and nearly exposed my entire back. Moreover, before wearing the dress, Mommy had already styled my hair upwards, so that not only did it feel feminine, this dress made me look sexy.

"I'm afraid Daddy's upset that my back is exposed like this, Mom."

Mommy who was ready and just as beautiful as me, walked over. "Just calm down" he said. "If she's upset, Mommy's gonna put her body up for you, okay? Smile dong, you're so pretty, you know!"

Yeah, I know. But this makes me nervous. I thought about how Daddy would react when he first saw me? "Maybe it will be the same as at my birthday party yesterday" I told myself.

"Honey, Mommy wants to prepare a bottle of milk for the twins first, yes. It's not funny if they cry in the middle of a party."

I nodded, and Mommy passed. Overall I was ready. I also sprayed perfume on my body.

"Thank you for bequeathing this beauty to me" I said as I stared at the reflection of the mirror in front of me. And just at that moment, Daddy came into my room. Practically, a beautiful smile graced my lips when our gazes met. "Night."

I smiled at him, obviously pleased with the admiration I saw in his eyes. His heart must have stopped beating.

"Are you ready to go?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Then come on."

Come, said. But he went in and wrapped his arms around my waist.

"My Beautiful Kejora. I love you."

Uuuuuh. The words he whispered shook my heart and made a herd of butterflies dance in my stomach.

"Ehm, there's still plenty of time to make out kelles. He stood at the door and asked us to leave.

I took my handbag that Mommy had just bought, and then greeted Daddy's hand and walked around affectionately beside him. I realized, Daddy took a deep breath when he opened the car door for me. "Please, Princess Beautiful."

"Thank you."

I knew it was going to be a long night.

On the way, we rarely spoke. I looked out the window, pretending to enjoy the view, which was actually in my heart filled with anxiety, how was the atmosphere at the party? Kuhela took a deep breath, trying to calm down. Although finally -- again my heart felt stopped when Daddy turned off the car engine in the parking lot of a large building where the reception of Mr. Alpian was held.

"Darling?"

"Emm?"

"If later... Daddy introduced you as a wife, okay?"

Hoaaaa. My eyes were wide, and I could not understand why I was still shocked to hear it. From yesterday, Daddy acknowledged me as his wife.

"Hey, can?"

"Yes. Oh, ja. Yeah, can. Yes, Daddy."

"okay." He smiles. "Thank you... My wife."

Haddeh! Short of breath because of this suddenly pubescent adult man.

I also nodded. "Yes," I said, "same, Husband."

I was overwhelmed, amused by my own words.

Well, the reception was great when we arrived. The show was exactly as I imagined. Magnificent and festive. There was even an artificial stage installed in one corner. A band of several people provides music. In addition to the decoration on the ceiling of the party room and the beautiful flowers that adorn almost every corner, there is also a white linen cloth covering the tables filled with various types of food and drinks, which are very popular, which is dominated by the types of cakes, juices, syrups, and typical wines of the upper class.

The first thing we did upon arrival was to approach the newlyweds and congratulate them on their marriage. And just like Daddy, Mr. Alpian's wife looks very young. My guess, maybe mid-twenties. But it doesn't mean anything. In fact, the age difference between me and Daddy, who reached twenty years, confirmed that I was indeed more deserving of his status as his son. And, even though Daddy was an ageless man, still, my young age still made me somewhat inferior to the gazes of those around me. Though not necessarily they judge me with a strange judgment.

Ew! Fooling, or amusing yourself? I don't know. Maybe both.

"Include," said Daddy. "This is Kejora Aditama, my wife."

I smiled at the couple. And I concluded that they did not know my late mother, for there was no trace of surprise in their expressions.

"Cieee. Beautiful, yes." whispered Mommy teasing me.

I'm glaring. "Don't do it, Mommy. I'm ashamed."

"Just let Mommy Kuntimu chatter," said Daddy. Then he took me and we went from there.

I realized some women were smiling at Daddy. They must be a bunch of people who think I'm Daddy's son. Even one of them nudged Daddy with a predator glint in his eye.

"Hey, Handsome. Still a widower, right?" asked the woman, her voice softly lurking.

Daddy smile. "Just changed status again" said Daddy, although he lied, but I'm happy. "Talk, this is my wife, Kejora Aditama. And Kejora, it's Gisel."

We shook hands, without a sound. Not to be unfriendly, but I don't know what to say.

"I thought you were a widower after divorcing Rani. Though I've been planning, lo, want us CLBK again, like before, couple G."

Daddy laughs. "Come on, don't gesrek like Rani, dong, Sel...."

"OK, okay. Enjoy the show then, yeah." Waving her skirt, the woman named Gisel turned around and walked away.

Hmm.. a Gibran Aditama's many fans turned out.

"Former girlfriend?" I asked, hoping I didn't sound as jealous as I felt.

Daddy shakes. "No," he said. "It was just ever close. He's a PDKT with me, and he knows that we're dating. Thank goodness there was a semester break. I went home to Jakarta, and. contact was cut off." He also giggles.

"How many are like that? Must be a lot."

A smile on the corner of his lips. "Not much. Just one or two."

Lies. I felt ten or twenty was more appropriate, but I didn't say it. As the night grew late, I felt my estimation was too low. It seems like every woman in that place knows Daddy, though, fortunately, few are as outspoken as Ms. Gisel.

"Don't be jealous" Daddy whispered as he leaned against me. "Come, we'll get a drink."

I followed him around the room towards the drinks.

"What do you drink? Juice or syrup?"

"Anything, not beer" I said slowly.

"What?"

"Syrup can too."

I watched Daddy take a glass of syrup, he drank it, then reached out and gave me the glass. Clenching himself to me, he said, "Drink right on my lips."

Eh? Whatdoes thatmean?

"Why indeed?" my many.

Daddy smile. "Just want to cool your hot heart, or do you want it in another way? Hmm?"

Euwww.. gesrek!