Hot Daddy: My Beautiful Morning

Six Months Later

But reality is not as expected. Just on the day of the report before the semester break, Oma fell ill. At that time I was ready to go to school, but Oma's high sugar content made it must be rushed to the hospital. He fell unconscious and there was a bruise on the side of his head from falling and hitting the edge of the bathtub. With Mr. Ujang's help, I immediately took Oma to the hospital.

After entering the Emergency Unit and getting medical attention, I immediately informed Daddy and asked him to go home immediately. After that, there was nothing I could do but pacing back and forth, which only made me even more uneasy.

Moments later, Daddy reported that he had gotten a ticket home. However, due to the suddenness, he got a flight ticket at nine in the morning. In the meantime, I have to go to school. My report was taken at the same time and I cannot submit it to my friends.

While thinking, I looked around the room. The round shaped wall clock indicates the time is already half eight hours. The television, which was placed on a shelf in the corner of the room, was turned on at the morning infotainment show, its sound set so low it was not heard. To be honest I don't like hospitals, I don't like the smell of antiseptics, and I'd rather not have a patient seriously injured in an accident that has just been rushed by ambulance. I was afraid to see a wound covered in blood. Horrified until it feels creepy.

I took a deep breath. And tell yourself that excessive fear is not good. Then, I grumbled in my heart, why install a television if it only displays pictures without sound? Wasting of electrical energy.

After a while that felt like forever, but maybe not more than an hour, the doctor came out of the room.

I stood up straight. "How's my Oma doing, Doc?"

"Patients had a mild concussion due to a head impact. So he had to stay in for a few days, until his condition improved and his sugar level returned to normal."

At least it's not too bad, I thought after seeing the doctor's reaction that could be said to be ordinary, and - not because of hearing the explanation that I don't understand how bad a concussion Oma experienced. Does "light" mean it's okay? As bright as the name, is it?

"Can I see it, Doc?"

"Sure, please."

"Thank you."

Never mind. What matters now is that everything is taken care of.

After Oma was transferred to the ward, I contacted Daddy again, informed him of the latest news about her mother's health and also told him that she had been transferred to the ward. On the phone, Daddy reported that he was on the plane and was about to take off. It was nine o'clock, I thought.

"I gotta go to school, Daddy. Retrieving report. I go alone it's okay, huh? Let Mr. Ujang take care of Oma."

Daddy was quiet for a long time. He must have been confused because he never allowed me to go unattended by myself.

"I can order a taxi online, really."

"Surely you can do it yourself? I'm worried about you later...."

"Nothing will happen, for sure. I've grown up. Soon to be a wife, right? Your wife."

I heard there was laughter across there. Pretty, our heart-broken entertainer who is in a state of turmoil. And I know, there will be no new year's night in Malang, but, even so, most importantly Oma is healthy, and Daddy is still going home. He'll be by my side the night of the turn of the year.

But that doesn't matter either. It wasn't the night of the turn of the year I was looking forward to. But himself. The grown man. The girl I missed for six months of waiting. He, his embrace, and his warm kiss. What will it be like when we first meet?

Ah, you are, Kejora...! His mother was sick, and she might think of such things. Straighten your brains!