Hot Daddy: My Beautiful Morning

Oh, No!

Perhaps due to lack of rest, and the day was also very late, I could not help my drowsiness. Realizing my situation, Daddy immediately invited me home. He said goodbye to his friends around us. While holding my hand, he led me to the parking lot. Then, when he got in the car, he opened the door for me, and closed it with a jolt before walking to the driver's side, opening the door and then entering the car.

Daddy started the engine and drove smoothly out of the parking lot, stopped in the driveway, and looked both ways before veering into the street. Feeling relaxed, I was eager to discuss something that had been stored in my mind since our arrival to the party earlier.

"Daddy," I said, "the party's great, yeah. Magnificently. I like it."

Daddy nodded, he smiled too. "If you want, we can also have our wedding reception later as lively as that."

Uh, how did he go straight there? That's how it is, I mean?

"Who, the hell, is a woman who doesn't want to be celebrated at her wedding reception that much? Obviously I want to. But... Daddy told people that we're husband and wife. If we want to get married later...?"

He took one of his hands off the steering wheel, then grabbed and clasped my hand. "Only here. Not in Jakarta. We'll get married in Jakarta, then we'll move here if you and Oma want."

I nodded, thinking of many contrasting things between us. But, somehow, Daddy seemed to know exactly what was in my brain.

"One year is still a long time, dear. There are many possibilities that will happen. But for sure, I'm serious, and I'm not playing games with you."

I know it. But it's not that....

"Honey, no problem really, want the recipe to be held with luxury and grand, or even simple. What matters is the presence of our family, and those closest to us. They are here to pray and give their blessing to both of us. If you're friends, just Oom Hendri, Mommy Rani, and Oom Endru. That'sthat's all. Well, if you want to invite all your friends, please. No problem, really. Please, I hope you don't have a problem with that either, remember...."

Daddy stopped his words. But without continuing I understand. "I also just want to invite my close friends. Sufficiently willing, and willing to understand our feelings."

Again he smiled. "Thank you, honey. You are very understanding."

"But still, the recipe must be celebrated grandly. It is decorated with many flowers, and the wedding dress must also be very luxurious. Okay well? So that my beauty does not fall into thin air."

This time he laughed happily. "Yes, yes, so that your beauty does not fade, yes." He stroked my head. "Daddy is happy, your confidence has always been high."

"Yes, dong. Daddy taught me."

"Mmm-hmm, I want to be the queen of a day, the prettiest woman with a handsome king beside me."

Oh...! Daddy's face flushed, he blushed. So cute.

"Honey, yeah, high school kids can't get married. If you can...."

Turn. I'm the one who blushed now. "Daddy, I'm sleepy. I'm going to sleep, yeah. Wake me up when we get there" my story goes.

I quickly leaned my body against the window beside me. I don't want our conversation to stretch too far.

"Rilex, Kejora..," led Daddy with his leisure. Then he turned on the radio and the music from the radio filled the silence between us.

Less than half an hour later, Daddy stopped the car in front of the cottage and turned off the engine. Mommy Rani, Oom Endru and her two children must have fallen asleep, I thought. They came home first because their children were already slumbering in the middle of the party. Apparently not yet, Oom Endru opened the door, looked out for a while, then went back in.

And, in order to pretend that my sleep was not half-asleep, I kept my eyes closed and waited for Daddy to wake me up. But...

"I know you haven't slept" he said.

Kuhela took a deep breath as she turned my body to the right. And...

My God, Daddy's face was right in front of my face as I turned to face him. And within seconds, like that, Daddy kissed me.

No. gabe. This is not just a kiss. He's been vilifying my lips. Hot, deep, and craving. Then his hand, that warm palm traced my back. I goosebumps, shakes, I even close my eyes, and hold back so as not to make a mistake. But I can't.*hungry thirsty for her caresses escaped my lips. And, when his lips moved to the neck...

Oh, no!

Don't let this, Kejora! Nay!