Hot Daddy: My Beautiful Morning

Separate Again

Springy. Daddy came down the stairs while curling his shirt sleeves, his hair neatly combed, a combination of jeans and shoes that fit well with his long legs. Her presence scented her distinctive perfume scent and tickled my nose. And, her sweet smile expands perfectly.

"Good morning" he said, and did not forget his loving gaze was upon me.

But...what did he do from now on to the extent that I was the first one at the dinner table? Obviously, a girl who usually takes a shower and dresses for longer. But now? O-ow... What did he do from earlier?

Huh!

"Morning, Dad. Wanna porridge?"

Again, his smile was perfect. "Yeah, sure. Morning exercise makes me hungry?"

Which sport does he mean? Hm...! Already, forget it, Kejora.

I took the bowl, and poured porridge for him plus condensed coconut milk on it. "Penten it to be full. Guaranteed, your energy will return to stamina."

Ew! He smiled while I glanced.

"It's very fragrant."

"What time?"

"Seriously. Where are you going, Gibran? This is new-"

"I want to take Kejora to school first, Mom."

"There is Mr. Ujang."

"Mom, like never young."

"OKAY. But right, yeah, transfer to school?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Don't stop by anywhere. He'll be late."

The child chuckles. "Yes, dear Mother."

"You'll go home later, too, so I don't think anything."

Duh. geez. It seems Oma has started to suspect.

And Daddy nodded. "Don't worry, Mom. Take it easy," he said. "I want to concentrate on enjoying this porridge first. This is the best porridge I've ever tasted."

"Oh, I see. Mother's cooking is losing favor. Hmm?"

"Mom's made is always good."

"But...?"

"But Gibran wants to please his future wife."

"Ecieee."

"Hu'um.. The rhythm of his heart is heard, isn't it, Mom?"

Fix it! My face blushes. Very compact they.

"I'm done with breakfast" I said, then quickly stood up and picked up my old bowl and glass and Oma breakfast. I rushed into the kitchen and stood in front of the sink.

Hufft can be like my stewed crab long in front of them.

But my escape wasn't that easy. When Oma went to the room to take her medicine, Daddy who had just finished his breakfast knew he was behind me. She made me shudder as her lips touched the back of my neck, just as I was washing my hands.

"Just rude!"

"Please wash it, yes" he asked as he thrust his bowl and glass at me.

"All right." I welcomed both of those things from his hands. "Can you wait for me in front? Would help?"

He smiled wickedly. "Just wash it" he said, then he wrapped his arm around my waist.

Exactly guessed. He always took advantage of opportunities in narrow-mindedness.

"You always scared me. Later Oma-"

"That's not my goal."

"Yes, I-I"

"I want to make you miss me always."

"Hmm. said Dylan miss it hard."

"But I'm Gibran. I want you to remember me every second."

Huh! I chuckle. "It's not good for my brain. How can I concentrate on learning if I have to remember you every second?"

Active snatching mode.

"You are, yes. Can't be invited for a minute." He also passed.

The timing is not right, Gibran Aditama....

After washing the dirty tableware, I quickly grabbed my bag on the dining chair and shrill my voice so that Oma knew that I had left for school, then rushed to the front yard. Daddy's waiting for me behind the wheel.

I also gave him a kiss on his cheek. "Sorry for that. I must have missed you."

"You're ruining my mood."

"Oh, has anyone asked to be persuaded?"

"Well, if you can," he said.

Daddy drove out the car while I giggled. "Do I have to repeat our scene in my room? Hugged you? Hmm?"

"no need. I don't want your uniform to get tangled."

"Goodoo. I don't want to be late anyway."

"Yes. So don't talk about anything."

"Hmm.. okay."

And. silence, until we arrive before the school gate.

"It's over" Daddy opened his voice.

"Don't you want to hug me first?"

"Don't mind your uniform getting tangled?"

"Ih, Daddy mah.. just hug...."

"Well, if you force."

"Come on... My dear. Don't be like that...."

I scowled, while he even grinned super wide. "Yes, yeah. Here I hug."

And we hugged.

"Daddy?"

"Emm?"

"Can you answer my question?"

"Jora...."

"Please? I just want to know, why do you... like to torture...?

He turned away, and looked out the window.

"Dad?"

She shook her head. "Come," he said. "I just love that feeling. The natural taste. I've never felt this way before. And you know, there are a lot of women out there who approach me, some even deliberately wearing white bright shirts with black bras in front of me. But I can't feel anything. In fact, I don't think I'm normal. Meanwhile, with you," he turned his head and looked into my eyes, "without you doing anything, you excite me. You make me feel alive. And. I admit, you can make my soul as a man can rise at any time. And I like that feeling. I love it when I'm passionate about being with you. Well, I know this is wrong. But...."

"No. You're not wrong. At least for me."

"Emm?"

"I don't mind that." I hugged her, and whispered, "Thank you for being honest and sharing with me."

I think he's embarrassed, and it's time I left. I took my arms off her, and then...

Kissing her lips long enough. "Don't get excited now, yeah. I have to go to school."

And a little laugh to melt the atmosphere.

"Don't bully me" he said, holding back a laugh.

"Just relax, Daddy. I love you...."

"I love you more."

I opened the door, then turned around for a moment and kissed her hand. "You're always in my mind. Every second. Every time. I love you."

And the farewell has now begun.

I can't cry. Just temporarily, Kejora. Six months you're eighteen. Be patient.