Hot Daddy: My Beautiful Morning

Reunite

After school, Mr. Ujang picked me up. That means Daddy has arrived and replaced Mr. Ujang waiting for Oma in the hospital. And, along the way, my heart fluttered - and flowered - thinking of his whereabouts which I would soon meet.

Ah, again I must rebuke myself, reminding that this meeting is in a quite grieving atmosphere.

But still, I let out a deep sigh as we roared into the parking lot and veered to the first empty spot. As soon as Mr. Ujang turned off the engine, I got out of the car and walked quickly to Oma's ward. There I found Daddy sitting in one of the chairs in the waiting room with a cup of coffee in his hand.

"Hi" broom.

Oh my God, I can't control myself how much I love to see it, and how that smile shakes my heart when it turns. It's different when I've seen it via video call over the last six months. Let alone his gaze, there was clearly a longing there -- for me.

"Home home?" tanyanya while standing up and hugging me a glance.

I just nodded, kissed her hand like I used to every time she came home, then sat on the iron chair - - right next to her. And as for that question, it's a question that doesn't need an answer.

"How's Oma doing?" my many.

"He said it was better. I woke up earlier too. Already eating and taking medicine."

"Thank God. I feel guilty about all this. Sorry, huh? I didn't take good care of him. I'm negligent."

Daddy shakes. "It's not your fault" he said. "Parents do like to reprimand their children so that they are not recalcitrant, but themselves even like to break the rules." He took my hand and held it. "It's not your fault at all."

I murmured my thanks, then leaned back in my chair.

"Eh, that was for the report, huh? Whereabouts? Let me see."

Oh, he didn't forget that, as usual. Although Oma usually checks my values first and tells Daddy about it, Daddy still wants to see it for himself -- in person.

"Here," I said, handing over my report to him after removing it from the bag.

I'm not an outstanding student who holds the first rank. However, I was already satisfied with my grades and my ranking that always entered the top three. It's okay, I know, no matter how hard I study, the first rank in my class will never be replaced by other students, including by me.

"Good," he commented as a beard.

"Mmm-hmm...the prize?"

"Whatever you want. Origin-"

"Just a tight hug. I miss."

Daddy smile. "Later," whispered. "It's not nice to see the other patient's family."

I understand that, even though I don't know - when will the "later" be?

"Lunch, yuk? Oma's mummy is resting. Let Mr. Ujang wait here."

I'm asserting. He must be hungry, I thought. He waited there because he did not want to leave his mother alone. After Mr. Ujang came and replaced us to wait for Oma, me and Daddy went to the hospital cafeteria for lunch. He must eat a lot of rice.

"Ehm, I want to apologize" Daddy said before the meal, as if the dish in front of us was unappetizing before he conveyed what was stored in his mind.

Practically my forehead is frowning. "I'm sorry for what?"

"Oh, about that. Its alright. I get it, really."

"Em, actually I don't want to let you down. But...."

I put my hand on the table and he held it. "What matters is that you are with me. That's enough."

"Trims" he said, stroking the back of my hand with his fingers.

I smile. "That's not a problem" I said. "Thank you for eating so much. To be healthy and always strong to be a crutch for me and Oma."

Ah, it was nice to see Daddy smile back, and he ate voraciously.

"By the way, does anyone miss me?"

"of course. In fact, more than misses" he said.

"O yeah?"

"Em, it's a pity the situation is not supportive. Otherwise, maybe I won't eat rice here."

I almost chuckled. Fortunately, I managed to cover my mouth with the back of my hand. Daddy's talk made me remember the sweetness of the last day of our meeting six months ago.

Oh, no. hold it, Kejora. Eh?

Haha!

After lunch, we returned to the treatment room. There's not much we're talking about because Oma is still sleeping. So, we just watch television at a safe distance. Yeah, I know. It's completely unethical to make out at a time like this.

Finally, after the minutes had passed and the day was late in the afternoon, Daddy told me to go home.

"Can't I be here?"

Daddy looked down at me. "Darling.it's no use spending the night in an uncomfortable chair. Home, huh? Can you, right, keep listening and obeying my words?"

"Yes, but...."

"Ear afternoon. It will be stuck in traffic."

"Dad...."

"A girl-"

"Must be at home before magrib. I didn't forget that."

"good. My obedient girl." He pulled me into his arms and held me tight, then he whispered, "Thank you for waiting faithfully for me. I miss you too."

Just a few words, but those words were able to warm my entire body.

Smiling, I left the hospital. I was even still smiling as I climbed into bed, hoping he - Gibran Aditama - would accompany me in dreamland. Aami....