Hot Daddy: My Beautiful Morning

I Love You, Daddy!

I spent almost half an hour taking a shower, a few minutes getting decorated, and the rest getting dressed. After that I went out of the room and found Oma sitting in the living room.

"Where's daddy?" I asked - just asked, but...

Oma and Aunt Sum were even silent in dismay. "Anu, Non," he said hesitantly.

"Why, Bi?"

"Emm.." Yeah...."

"Anu-anu what?" I'm just impatient.

"Mr. had left half an hour ago, Non."

Cat!

Like being struck by lightning. I was immediately angry. Daddy was so brave I thought. Again he just left me.

I was crying again.

"Your Daddy's busy, honey. You have to understand that."

No. gabe. I can't. I was disappointed, then turned around and ran. But...

"Lo's? Why crying?"

I ran into Daddy when he was about to go up the stairs and he was just about to come down.

"Oma..," I cried. He also chuckles.

"What's wrong?" ask Daddy again. He stood beside me and pulled me into his arms.

"Oma's with that aunt, Dad. He said Daddy was gone. Intentionally, yes, playing the Kejora? Shit, know!

Ew! Daddy laughed too. "Hope to understand, dear. You are young, your age. So still like the prank, ngeprank."

Iyuuuh. His attitude towards me was indeed unlike that of a six-headed-age granny in general. He was sloppy, warm and like a good friend to me.

"Newly also done so, already melek you. Yaw!"

I frowned. "Oma want me to go back? Hmm?"

"Try it if you dare. Oma jewel you later."

"Tu kan. No need to go back."

"Easy-after. Daddy hasn't had breakfast. You're going to accompany Daddy, right?"

I'm nodding. "Come, Kejora hasn't had breakfast yet." I took his arm and we headed straight for the kitchen.

Glad we could have breakfast together again like we used to. When Daddy comes home, my grandmother always cooks his favorite soup.

"Feeling Oma is second to none" I said.

"Yes," said Daddy. "Lezat and always make kangen."

"Don't just praise, '" Oma interrupted, then joined us at the dinner table. "You have to learn. Let it be later that if Oma is old, you can cook for Daddy."

Not old yet, huh? Eh?

I grinned, felt ashamed. "Yes, yes, Kejora will learn to cook. Promise me, surely later Kejora can cook as good as Oma."

"Hi. good morning everyone...."

Geez. the auntie jailangkung. Not invited, not delivered home. Know-how to get in and hoard. "August, Aunt. What's the matter, huh, early in the morning Auntie's been coming here?"

"Oh this... Aunty made a lot of sandwiches. Intentionally, I want Aunt to bring it here. Cobain, yes, Mas." Auntie Sila put the box she brought to the table and opened the lid.

At the same time, Daddy nodded, and it made me feel bad. "But we're having breakfast Oma, lo, Tant. It's okay, ding. Make a snack later this afternoon okay too. Isn't that right, Dad?"

"Yes already, it's okay. It should be eaten."

"Sure, take it easy. It'll be all out if it's good, mah."

"Yes guaranteed good, honey. You will definitely be addicted. Guaranteed."

"OKAY. Just close it, Tant. We'll continue to have breakfast. Aunty... want to go straight home, right?"

Shut up for a moment, he glanced at my father. Maybe I wish my dad would hold it in and let him sit down and have breakfast with us. "Mas, I can be here, right? I'm...."

"Sorry, Aunt. But today's Daddy's time is special for me. Quality time on my birthday, and Daddy's just coming home. Time is disturbed? Aunty can understand, right? Can you, dong...? Whispering...."

Unpleasant, he nodded then stood up. "Yes already then. Excuse me, yes, Mas. Come, Ma. Don't forget to finish the sandwich, yeah."

Oh, wow! Auntie Sila can still smile. Really thick with steel.

"Sorry, yes, Oma, Daddy, Kejora is not insolent. But Kejora doesn't like it. Auntie Sila seems to want to pedekate with Daddy."

The two men nodded. "Oma understand, really. You're jealous, right?"

Eh?

"Jealous? No, it's not like that, Oma...."

Fix it! I was wrong for the first time. Just like me, Daddy was also suddenly tense.

"Don't tense up so. Jealousy is natural. Jealousy is not just between couples. It could be between a son and a father. Especially if the father is a handsome widower who is a snatch."

Daddy coughed. "What the hell, Mom...? Don't so. Gibran is offended, lo, if you say so."

"Wong, wong, that's the fact. You are a handsome widower. Isn't that right, Ra?"

I'm nodding. "Yes, Daddy is handsome. But Daddy's not mad, is he, same Kejora?"

He's nodding. "Yes, Honey. Daddy understands. Daddy also did not want to, really, approached by Auntie Sila. Seriously. Horrified, the guy's too aggressive."

"Keep...who do you want to approach?"

"Already, dong, Mom...."

"You keep widower? Hmm?"

"Stupid ain't going nowhere, dear Mother...."

"But I want to see you married, Gibran."

"Yes, yes, Gibran knows. Mother just pray. Okay?"

"You've always been so, so lightly responded to Mother."

"Continue... indeed Mother wants Gibran to respond to Mother how? Hmm?"

The mother was silent for a moment, she looked at her son expectantly and held his arm. "Mom gave you a year, yeah, until Kejora graduated school. After that, please, think about your future, your old age. You have to get married, and you have to have children. Please, promise?"

Oh my God, why does my heart hurt so much? Sleeked.

"Yes, Mom. Yes," Daddy said, touching Oma's hand, then he smiled.

"Kejora, your Daddy can remarry, right? You want to see her happy, right?"

"Yes, Oma," I said. I was initially stunned with a heavy heart to say yes. And I forced myself to nod then smile. "Let's Kejora help the selection, will you, Dad? We're looking for Daddy's true love together, okay?"

Daddy looked at me for a moment, then he nodded languidly without a smile.

I know I can't be selfish. He deserves to be happy with his true love. And I have to be sincere. I will prepare myself, because I know, there will definitely be a time when my place will be replaced by the figure of the child who inherits his blood. But his place in my heart will never be changed by anyone. Not by anyone.

I will always love you, Daddy. I love you with all my heart.