Hot Daddy: My Beautiful Morning

It's Ok

After a while of lying in the living room and Daddy had regained his strength, he immediately carried me upstairs, as he said earlier, he took me to the bathroom, prepare warm water and take me to a warm bath with him. Yep, it can actually be said that we just moved to relax, all while relaxing with warm water.

"Love here must be fun" he said.

Practically I whine, "Next time, yes...."

Daddy chuckles. "Yes, Honey. It'll be night."

"Daddy..," I squealed in alarm.

"OK, okay. Directly say that your body is fit, yes."

"It sucks! If in an hour my body is fit, Daddy immediately invites me to make love again, is that it? The jokes aren't funny!"

Automatic cuddling mode on, while Daddy chuckles instead, then he leaned me again into his arms.

"Daddy, I was wondering, okay?"

With his eyebrows raised next door, he asked back, "What do you want to ask?"

"Emm. Only, this question has been a long time. I just want to know the answer. Problem... emm... I want to know, who gave me the name Kejora? What...?"

Daddy nodded. "Yes, I," he said. "He asked me to give his daughter a name." Then he was silent for a moment. "Other than memories, you're the only one he's left for me. Long ago after he disappeared, I burned everything I had of him. So. I also have nothing but.memories, and. The name that is always in my heart. I mean, it was. Once before. You got it, right? Eee.. Never mind, this is a hard reason to understand. I can't think of any other name. So then... Yeah so."

Again he was silent.

"Every night, you said all those years you've been tormented by your feelings. Are you talking about...?"

He shook his head, as if denying something. "I'm talking to you. Can't more than a year say years? Sorry if I was wrong. I didn't mean-"

"So, since when?"

"Jora...."

"Tell me, please?"

He grabbed my finger, grasped it tightly - as if conveying fear, and he dared not look me in the eye as I turned to face him. "Since the first time I saw you in a gray uniform. I'm sorry, but I don't want to lie. You can understand that, right? Would help?"

"It's ok. Don'worry. I understand everything. I just want to know. That's all."

Yeah, it's Oma's real purpose -- why since I understood good advice, Oma has always been following me about sincerity: that I must accept everything that happens in my life. I think Oma knew that her son would see his late lover in me. And I must accept, if my existence-is not entirely because of me. But I am not a shadow: I am real with my own soul, though - I seem to come from a soul that has experienced the reincarnation of life.

Just because I have exactly the same body and face as my late mother does not mean I do not have my own life. I'm not my mother. I am myself. I am not a reincarnation. Not at all. This one is Kejora Aditama. Not a shadow, not a reincarnation. But, from the bottom of my heart, I know that I would be willing if Daddy thought of me as his late girlfriend who has now returned.

That's not a problem for me....