Hot Daddy: My Beautiful Morning

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I smiled to myself when I remembered Daddy's expression at the time. He lifted his body, then grinned. "I really want to" he said. "But I don't want to be a depraved man who corrupts you before it's entirely mine."

I was trying to relax and try to throw a joke at him. "So, after we get married, you're gonna ruin me? Hmm?"

"It's not. I mispronounced. Touching after the wedding, it's not destructive. That's an obligation."

Ah, I can't stand not judging him. I put my arm around his waist and jerked him down until he overstretched me again.

"Basic. Don't be naughty, Kejora."

"You are naughty."

"Shhh. be careful. Your permission can make me anxious and want to vilify you until it runs out."

I smile. I don't want to say anymore to not make him anxious - which means getting excited again. I must appreciate the self-control he desperately does. Except for that one, just a little prank.

Daddy got out of the top of my body, and sat behind the wheel. For a moment he watched my body closely, then said, "Take care of yourself. You're just for me."

"definitely. I'm just for you" I said, rising and sitting down.

He nodded, turned his gaze away from me and rubbed his face with both palms. Then, he grabbed his shirt, put it on, then opened the door. Before he came out he told me to change clothes. "Don't forget to lock the door. Don't lure me in."

Huh!

His words describe how much he was tormented. Thanks, Daddy. I appreciate that.

I am fully aware that the intimacy between us is a big mistake - a big mistake. In fact, it falls into the category of crossing the line. But I don't want to blame him. He had been tormented for more than seventeen years, and his heart - of his love, had hurt him for a dozen years. And now, when the heart is back alive-there is love that has come back there, I understand that it is a little incapable of controlling itself against me.

After locking the door, I extended my hand back and grabbed our clothes bag, then changed my clothes. After finishing and storing the dirty clothes, I opened the door and walked out. "I'm done," I said. "Daddy want to change clothes? Please."

He nodded, got into the car and changed his clothes.

It must be like this he felt earlier. Thinking about when someone in the car was taking off his wet clothes - - as I think now, and, as I want it now: open the door, get in, get in, and grabbed him before he could put on a change of clothes. I wanted to feel his might, his manhood, and his wildness when he really made love to me.

Oh, Daddy. It's torture.

"Darling, let's go in."

I still struggle with my imagination.

"Kejora.. earth is calling!"

I jerked. "Have you? That fast?"

Oops!

"meaning?"

"Oh, no. It's nothing, Daddy."

"So, what? Come inside."

"Em, yeah, sure."

He didn't even give me time to catch my breath.

"What are you daydreaming about?"

"What's? Nothing, really. I'm not daydreaming."

"O yeah?" He smiled mischievously. "You wanted to come in when I changed clothes?"

Eh?

"But your face is red. Your cheeks must be hot."

"Daddy mah... jahil...."

"Your welfare? Hmm?"

He chuckled while I put my palms on both of my cheeks. I swear, yes, he likes to make me feel ashamed. Even though he could read my mind, he shouldn't have mentioned it in front of my face.

"It's ok. But don't think of anyone else - other men, huh? You are only mine and can only think of me."

Geez, sounds possessive, but I like it. He pulled my hand and put my palm on his lips. That gentle touch made my feathers bristle.

"We'll eat first, yeah. Swimming makes me hungry."

I'm lip smacking. I think I'm the one who made her hungry. "OKAY. Just so nobody gets mad when we get home last night."

"Look down, I told the Queen Kanjeng that we were going home last night."

At least it relaxes me.

We stopped by for dinner at a restaurant that sells grilled ribs. And, she asked me to taste her. "If you could cook this for me, as nice as this is, I'd love you more and give you heaven in return."

I stared at her focus, looking at her wide grin and the beat of happiness there. "It would be more interesting if I knew the true meaning of the word heaven."

"Promotion only, dear. But forget. The point is, I want you to learn how to cook this for me."

He didn't know that I was an expert, even with the exact same taste I had just tasted. I'll give him a surprise tomorrow when he brings Oma home.

"I promise. I'm gonna cook this specially for you and make sure it feels like it's going to be this late. I will not ask for or expect anything. I've got everything."

She shook her head. "I don't think so, yet" he said. "We are not married and have no children. It'll be perfect if we have it later."

"Patience, yes. Just six months to go."

He took a deep breath and looked into my eyes. "Say, are you going to go through this?"

"Eh? Why why anyway? I'm sincere, really."

"But this is not your mother's time."

"meaning?"

"You're in this day and age, where women want a high education, a career, and not even to take care of the children in youth."

I-i understand. He wanted a wife and children, but he also did not want to be a barrier for me to achieve the ideals that many girls - smart like me coveted. However, I did not directly say wise words that could lighten his heart.

Daddy looked back into my eyes. I could see veins on the temples of his left eye - which usually appear when he was concentrating. He looked at me for answers.

"You're a smart girl. Good achievement. High grades. And I know you have a vast knowledge. And... Mom also said that you want to go to high school and have a good career. But...."

This better never be revealed. I am afraid of myself and will shake my faith to accept destiny - which is perhaps the best thing: that I was born to him.

Say something, Kejora!

At that moment, Daddy grabbed my hand. "I want you. But I don't want to if you don't sincerely go through with our marriage later."

"I've been thinking about it carefully." Kur*mas fingers gently and I smile. "I want to be a writer. Anything, a romance novel, maybe. So I can take care of my family. My father-in-law, son, and husband. I will look beautiful when my husband comes home, make his stomach full, and. Fill it up yourself."

Daddy smiled warmly, and almost giggled. "Trims, you're the best."

"Em, just six months away. And I'll be your bride soon. I love you, Gibran Aditama."