Hot Daddy: My Beautiful Morning

Sultry!

My guilt for Oma makes me awkward. My cooking feels bland and must be repurposed by Oma. At lunch, the atmosphere was still unfamiliar. I can't deal with him until I apologize specifically to him. I don't want to drag on with this agonizing feeling. So, in the afternoon that evening I approached Oma as she stood in front of the kitchen table. I held him from behind tightly.

"Why?" tanyakanya.

"Kejora apologize."

"Yes.as long as you keep your word."

"Yes, Oma. Sure. I won't disappoint Oma again. I promise."

"good. You remember, right, Oma's message? Gibran is a grown man. And he's a widower. You have to be good at taking care of yourself. Otherwise, you are devoured. You got it, Kejora?"

I nodded and shifted from it. "Oma this, yeah. My own child, why so bad?"

"That's a fact" he said, focusing on peeling a banana in his hand. "It is undeniable, Kejora, it does not mean he is Oma's biological child and then Oma just says good things about him. Nope. Can't be like that. He's a grown man, a widower, normal and manly. However good nature, he has a nature like a wild animal. Aye, right?"

I'm nodding. "Yes" I said.

"Well, get caught. You've been fucked by Gibran, haven't you?"

Uh, busyet. Entrapment.

I shook my head convincing Oma. "It's not so, Oma. I. I never...."

"Don't repeat! What matters now is that you're a virgin, right?"

"You're still so innocent, Kejora. Don't get lulled. Okay well? Listen to Oma."

Again, I can only nod.

"Here, you fried the banana. Do not forget to sprinkle the chocolate and deliver it to the back. Your lover is moody there."

A little surprised, my eyebrows went up. "Can I go there, Oma?"

"Oma does not forbid you to meet, does not forbid you from chatting, nor does she forbid you from being friendly before. But because now Gibran seems to have passed, Oma can not stand still. After all, you are Oma's favorite girl. Oma took care of you from the baby not to be ruined by that brat."

He's naughty because of me, too. Because of his desire for me. "I'm wrong, Oma. But I promise from now on I'll take good care of myself and I'll also take care of Oma's son so that he doesn't misbehave anymore."

"Yes, yes, I won't be naughty anymore. Very chatty, yes, both of you," Daddy's voice surprised us. He had just walked in and picked up a drink in the fridge with his pouting face. And that just made Oma chuckle.

After her laughter subsided, Oma told me to continue her work while she went out of nowhere. "Don't break the promise." he yelled as he stayed away.

Geez, the mother and the child have their own peculiar nature. I smile because of them.

My fried banana was ready a few minutes later. The chocolate sprinkles melted on top of the still-hot banana. One serving with a plate large enough I put in the glass cabinet, and one serving with a small plate I brought to the backyard plus one big glass of chocolate milkshake. Daddy was swimming apparently. Perhaps he was sultry at having to accept the coldness of his own mother.

"Hi" broom. "Snack, yuk? My special fried banana."

But he looked at me with a bang. Original, he behaves like ABG. Funny, adorable, and makes me feel amused. Who's a teenager and who's three heads to four? The world is upside down.