Hot Daddy: My Beautiful Morning

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I woke up early the next morning and jumped out of bed. Today I am so excited to make a warm Oma-style soup that I have learned so well over the past six months. I added the last bit of salt, after separating the soup for Oma which I only gave a little salt to, and added a little more salt to the soup for the rest of the house. Especially for Daddy. I'll take my cooking to the hospital early in the morning. And one more thing, I'm cooking grilled chicken and super spicy tasting chili for lunch. Not to forget the warm white rice with Oma's mini thermos.

I smiled to myself as I remembered my persistence that I spent every weekend learning to cook - mastering Oma's signature recipes. Plus, the mornings I always let go to wake up faster to learn to make breakfast. For the future, Daddy does not always eat omelet and whatever it is made from bread. And it was six months that were not in vain.

After all my cooking was ready, I rushed to shower, get dressed, get dressed and make sure everything was perfect. After that I went back to the kitchen to accommodate my cooking to their respective containers and immediately took care of it. It was seven o'clock in the morning when Mr. Ujang and I drove to the hospital.

And, finding Daddy in Oma's nursery room, asleep in the chair. He must have watched the ball last night, I thought. He never missed it. Meanwhile, Oma smiled at me as I entered her nursery with a mini flask and a bushel of food in both my hands. I put it on a small table under the television that was hung - - stuck to the wall.

I smiled back. "How does Oma feel?" ask me, and then I kiss her hand.

"Like a stupid old man" he said lazily.

I pulled the chair to the bedside and clasped his hand. "the food... Oma don't be so stubborn behind me. So this is it, right, finally? Hmm?"

"Yes, chatty.. won't Oma repeat."

"good. Promise, huh?"

"Yes...."

"Be aware that Oma is violating. Don't break the promise."

I smiled, then glanced at Daddy. And it turns out Oma was following my gaze. "He wouldn't spend a long night watching the ball if he was married."

I looked up, surprised. "What, Oma?"

"He needs a wife, to get through his boring nights. That's not good by itself."

I'm just gawking. It's not that I don't understand what Oma is saying, it's just that I don't know what to say.

Just at that moment Daddy was moving and I watched him stretch his long legs, release the tension from his broad shoulders and back, then jerk upright, his gaze turning to the bed. "Mom's up" Daddy said. He stood up, grimacing as he arched his back. "How are you feeling now?"

"Better and fresher than you" said Oma.

Daddy's smile was riveted. "Yes, this chair is harder than Mom's head." He glanced at me. "Have been here long?"

"Hey, where did our conversation get to?"

"Emm...."

"Oh yeah, and Oma needs a grandchild."

Equally stunned, Daddy and I stared through Oma's bed, the electric current between us like lightning in a thundering storm.

Oma looked at us, her eyes shifted from one to the other, then smiled widely. "The end of school is three months away, right? After that, we wait for graduation. You can use that time to draw up a wedding plan."

"Oma...," I said, "wait for me to receive the diploma first, huh? Only after that...."

Daddy grabbed the bushel and opened it. "It's breakfast time." He tasted. "Who cooked this soup?"

"Me," I said.

He closed his eyes with a smile, and put one hand on his chest. "Selezat Mother's cooking."

"Ah, Daddy...." He made me feel embarrassed.

"He's learned a lot over the last six months."

"thank you. I'm touched. You're the best," he praised.

"Well, like learning to cook from a long time ago, Oma says she's making plans, her marriage stays after you graduate, when you're exactly eighteen."

With ease Daddy handed a tray of bushels into Oma's hands. "We don't need a super fancy wedding. So there's not much to plan. And, just a few pieces of invitation. Okay well? Now eat."

"All right, all right, how do you guys want it. The important thing is to quickly give me a grandchild!"

Daddy looked at me with locked eyes. "Well," he said, "ask the bride first, what's the dowry?"

Geez, that kid and mom were so compact, they made me blush in shame.