Hot Daddy: My Beautiful Morning

Shameful Rona

Gooseflesh. There was nothing wrong with his words, it was too meaningful. I nodded my head with a slight smile. "I promise. Only.you. I was born just for you."

Goddamnit! I feel my cheeks are heating up. I'm not good at sweet talk, can't think of a short reply and because that seems to be prepared by most girls I know when faced with a situation like this.

"Thank you" he said, and his smile grew, and he kissed my hand.

Aaah. Very sweet treatment.

I'm throats. "She's hungry. Are you hungry now?"

"Em, looking at you makes my appetite go away, really in a good sense."

Oh, my gosh. I swear in my heart. What made me say that? Now Daddy's fighting with me.

"Come, we'd better have breakfast first. I'm afraid I'm diabetic because Daddy's mouth is too sweet."

We went to the restaurant on the side of the road. Daddy ordered a burger and double fries, as well as black coffee, plus a sandwich and chocolate milk for me.

"Why does Daddy like black coffee? It tastes bitter."

"There are you. Now everything feels sweet."

"O yeah? I have been there for a long time. Should have been -"

"But the sweetness is only now. Your ras sweet. Everything."

I gulped and was suddenly embarrassed. He just kissed me, and tasted a little sensitive parts of my body. How about after...?

What the hell is that thought? Get lost!

Oh, thankfully, just at that moment the waiter came to take our order. I lowered my head, concentrating on my egg sandwich, as if it could jump off the plate and run away if I didn't watch it all the time.

When we finished breakfast, we immediately left, from Malang to Surabaya and directly to the cemetery. We bought a sprinkle, sprinkled it on my mother's belly button and I rubbed the tombstone. Really, I don't want to talk to the grave or the bones of my mother who's in there. But I can't help it.

Not felt, there was a clear grain dripping from my eyes. I immediately wiped it with my finger and prayed for it. After that, I extended my hand and Daddy welcomed her.

"He'll bless us, right?"

"Surely," said Daddy, he nodded.

"I promise" I said. "I will make you happy, as he always wanted to do for you."

Ah, wrong word selection. Daddy was stunned, and I think there was a slight shaming hue a moment later because my words were -- perhaps shaking his heart.

"thank you. He'll be happy if we're both happy."

Sure oes. I opened my eyes as a jolt of consciousness from the flowers of love flew between us.

"Come, we must catch the morning train to arrive in Jakarta not late."

I moved while smiling broadly at him. "Well, there's no need to get on a plane so there's no speed."

Daddy laughed at it, and I laughed with him. We got back to the car and headed to the station. On arrival, Oom Hendri was waiting for us. Daddy put on his backpack and took my suitcase out of the trunk. I don't know what Daddy and Oom Hendri were talking about, they were whispering and smiling at each other.

Whatever my mind. We say goodbye to Oom Hendri.

"See you next year, Kejora. Oom must've come to your wedding."

I'm nodding. "Yes, Oom."

"And Oom has a villa suitable for your honeymoon later."

Ih, it sucks to make jokes. Oom Hendri giggled while I held back the embarrassment - albeit in a good sense.

But still, it's an exaggerated form of joking for a 17-year-old virgin girl.