Hot Daddy: My Beautiful Morning

Asmara Opium

Ever since Daddy's infatuation in that pool, I've always avoided Daddy and always stuck to Oma. Every time I go into my room, I never forget to lock the door. Via whatsapp, he said that what I did was evil. He said I was the queen. It's funny how he is, like a seventeen-year-old boy snatching on to his girlfriend.

《 I don't dislike. I was just afraid of disappointing Oma and making her hate me. Boro-boro became a son-in-law, maybe I will be removed from her family list and no longer considered a grandchild.

But he didn't return my message.

That afternoon, fortunately Oma had been very better. So, he's at lunch table with us. Daddy and I put our feelings aside in front of Oma. We are living the relationship as usual, as it used to be - in warmth. Until my vacation time is over. And now, Daddy's last day is here - his last night in Jakarta. Oma started telling him to leave again tomorrow morning. And my heart started to hurt. Back pain.

》 Please, open the door. I don't want to go before I see you.

Hicks!

How'this?

The sound of knocking at the door was stirring my stomach. I wanted to get out of bed and let her in. But I knew very well what would happen if I opened the door.

"Kejora," he called slowly. "Don't torture me like this."

Hold, Kejora. Hold on. just cover your ears.

"Kejora, please. Or you'll hear my voice and she'll come here."

Lah, why? Even good, that way Daddy's more unlikely to come in here.

》 Alright if you want to torture me.

A few minutes later there was a sound coming from the backyard. I slowly opened the back window of my room, and found Daddy swimming in the middle of the night.

Oh my God, he tortured himself. He could get sick like that.

But I must insist. Don't disappoint Oma. He raised you not to disappoint him and to smear his pride in his proud son. Don't be a street*, Kejora.

Well, as I thought, Daddy's restlessness all night made him sleepless. As for me, I chose to sleep with the help of sleeping pills. Yeah, rather than me fidgeting all night and -- with the possibility of my defense collapsing and I'm gonna sneak into his room.

Can't do. That can't happen.

The next morning, when I got up early to go to the kitchen, I heard Bi Sum talking to Oma. It seemed like Oma asked Bi Sum, and Bi Sum said that Daddy was running in the morning.

"What would you like to eat breakfast today?" I pretended not to hear their talk.

He showed me a small basin of green beans that he had soaked all night. "Make an ijo bean porridge, yes."

"alright. Anything for Oma."

"Thank you, dear."

"Either. Emm... That's, what would Oma cook for?"

"You cook rendang" he said. He was removing frozen meat from the freezer.

"Why cook now? Tumben's cooking for lunch in the morning?" my many.

Oma paused her activity for a moment, then turned to me with a smile. "For your Daddy. If you have a lot of time and don't have to go to school, Oma will tell you to cook this for her."

"Oh, it's a hunt, huh? The meat is still frozen."

Oma's eyebrows are linked. "Why indeed? Your Daddy's leaving in the afternoon, ten o'clock flight."

That's when my heart hurt. He won't leave at the same time as I left for school like that. By the time I get home from school, she will no longer be home.

"Do your job. That green bean will not cook itself," said Oma, her voice pulling me from the attitude.

I nodded, pretending to smile and as if everything was fine. I just have to make sure my homemade bean porridge has the taste it should have. It should not be bland or strange when people taste it.

Concentrate, Kejora!

My cooking is finished in a few tens of minutes, complete with thick coconut milk that must be poured over the porridge later.

"It's over, Oma," I said. "I'm gonna take a shower and get ready for school."

School, is a torturous word nowadays. I have to go to school while I know - those are the moments that will take Daddy away from me. And suddenly I regretted my decision last night. Had I given him all night with me, it might not have been this painful - it wouldn't have been as painful as I feel today.

I took a deep breath as I climbed the stairs. When I was in front of my room and holding the doorknob, I paused for a moment - turning to Daddy's door. I wanted to go in there and wait for him to come. But...

Stop, Kejora. Be aware!

I need to shower and get ready for school.

"Well, school. Three months to get to the exam. Then one month of exam focus. And then I will be free from the learning activities. The rest is waiting for graduation."

I shook my head to throw out the big thoughts about the grown man, then opened the door, and locked it.

"Hi."

I gasp. "Dad?"

He was standing behind my bedroom door.

"Dad, that was.. Didn't Daddy run off in the morning?"

Ah, what question is that? Obviously his body was still wet with sweat, his t-shirt was still moist, and his muscles were still poking up.

"Can I be here?"

I shook in doubt.

"Related?" He's moving forward, I'm backing off.

"I'm sure."

"Really?" His arms are coiled around my waist.

"Em, I think so. I. I want Daddy...."

"Tell me if your heart wants me to go" he spoke two inches in front of my face.

I can only nod.

"Tell me, Keen," now he's talking in my ear.

I turned my face away from her. "Em, I. I want to...."

"Please, I know, you want me here too. Aye, right?"

Daddy. If you keep talking in my ear, I will....

I'm shaking.

"Alright," he said, he distanced himself from me, looked at me for a moment and said, "I'm sorry. And. I'll see you again." He also turned around.

No. gabe. I don't want a farewell like this.

"Daddy.." call me.

He stopped walking, and I immediately hugged him.

"Please, I don't want a farewell like this. I don't want to let you off with depression. Please, Dad?"

She took my hand off her body, then twisted and cupped my face. "Give me a minute, will you? Just for a second."

I nodded, and that was exactly when he kissed me. Slowly, slowly, very slowly. Then his hands wrapped around my body, he stepped forward - making my feet step back toward the bed. And we fell over.

"Kejora, tell me you're mine."

"I want sweet memories with you."

I understand, and I nod. But...

"Can... emm.... don't undress me, okay?"

"Outside clothes only. Can, huh?"

"Don't...."

"You're mine, right?"

Again, I can only nod. I belong to him since I was born in this world.

"Kejora?"

"All right."

"I want one more thing."

"What?"

"Reply me. Give the best response."

"But, Daddy...."

"You're mine. Give me the same treatment."

"Em, I'll try. You know, right, if I'm not experienced at all?"

Goddamnit! He smiled super wide and embarrassed me with my words.

But I tried -- tried to return the kiss, tried to hump his lips, tried to enjoy his tongue and give my tongue to him. I tried to free my hand to touch it.

Then...

"Kejora, don't get angry" he whispered.

Somewhat vague because of the nervousness overpowering me due to his whispers. What I remember, he straightened his shoulders and supported me with both knees, and then he took off his shirt, after which he forced my pajamas until my buttons came off. Then, he overcame me, while silencing my mouth with his lips, somehow he managed to take off my pants. The next thing I remember, he asked me to wrestle. We fought lip wars, and he was the winner. My body was all red-red from the bite and *the terrible suction I could not return. He's satisfied with that. I feel the same way. Every bite and *him was nerve-wracking and blasting happy hormones to my soul thirsting for its touch. And, I was also quite satisfied with our skin being able to stick together again, and our sweat being united again. And. he wants closure.

"Darling, come back for a second" she asked softly.

"You want what else? Is it not finished?"

"Just a second. I'd like a little chip."

"I'm not food, Daddy...."

"But you're mine. You're mine," press it on me.

Oh, his brain's been too agile because of my body.

"Turn around for a second, please?"

"Yes, okay."

"good. My obedient girl."

"Well." Yeah." I turned. "Give me as you please."

"I'll do it" he whispered.

"Eh? Daddy's! No, Dad!"

He's nuts! He took off my bra hook.

"Shhh.. don't rebel. You can lure me to do even crazier things."

Hmm.. I resigned. Disappointing him I don't want to, yelling at him let alone.

Let it go, Kejora! You, your body, even your life, all belong to Gibran Aditama.

My eyes closed. The warmth of his palm ran down my back. Shaking feels. Plus, it bites again there, can* again there. Then...

He overcame me, and this time my entire skin came into contact with him. "Warm?" tanyakanya.

"Yes. Warm, and I love it."

"Fearful?"

"Em, slightly. But I believe you."

"How much do you believe?"

"Dad!" pekikku slowly.

He slipped both hands forward, cupping my chest. "Just a little curious" he said.

Goddamnit! I know his brain. He must have felt the size of my chest fit in his broad palm.

"Easy, huh? You'll be lured to...."

He complied, then retracted his hand, and instead he was* exactly behind my neck.

Geez, how bad is my body now? How will it be after he marries me? It'll be ringsek I made it.

"Thank you," he said.

Now, she's laying her body beside me. I held my hand over the blanket and plugged it into my body, covering my chest and thighs. I turned around to lie down.

"Happy?"

"For now yes. Not a hundred percent yet, anyway."

"Later, after we get married, you can see my whole body, and feel me completely."

She smiles. "Yes," he said. "whole body. The body that makes me crazy."

"Shhhh.. don't discuss."

"All right."

"Can I take a shower now?"

"You're accompanied?"

"Daddy.. Don't be so naughty...."

He chuckles. "Yes, yeah. Go take a shower."

"Emm.. Can I ask you something?"

"What?"

"You know you won't make it.. You understand what I mean, right? But why do you like this? Isn't it even painful because it's not completely drained? Why?"

She shook her head. "Go shower. I'll take you to school." One kiss landed on my forehead, and it passed.

You make me curious, Gibran Aditama.