Hot Daddy: My Beautiful Morning

Dilanda Bored

The next afternoon, the fourth day of my menstruation, I had just pulled a brownie out of a steamer when I told Daddy that Dinda and Tiara wanted to visit that afternoon. Besides longing to gather, of course they want to persuade me to come to the school farewell event that will be held on Saturday tomorrow. Because, I hesitated to come with my status who was already a wife. I'm worried about my schoolmates getting their hands on Daddy. I think avoiding things like that, it would be better.

"They can come here, right?"

"Can. No need to ask permission, dear."

"should. Daddy's the head of the household."

"Well, Dinda and Tiara came. Not the-"

The cup! I stood on my tiptoes and kissed her cheeks warmly. "I'll ask your permission in every way. I'm a good wife, aren't I?"

"Yes." Yeah." She smiles. "You're the best. But I'm a little disappointed, anyway," he said as I was about to grate the cheese available on the table.

Waduh, my forehead is shrinking. "Willful why? Did I do something wrong?"

"No, anyway...."

"Well, continues?"

"I thought cake was special to me."

"Geez, this is for Daddy."

"Not for your friends?"

"Yes.divide a little. A few pieces."

"If it's for me, you should ask permission first."

Geez..could-maybe he immediately threw back my talk. "Yes, yeah. It's a special cake, I made it especially for you. But I asked for a few pieces, yes, for my friends. Can, right?"

Well, even though his behavior is strange, I obey him. I lowered my head and closed my eyes for a moment. I smiled as I lifted my head back up. "Daddy"

Oh, my gosh. The grown man kissed my lips.

"Say a kiss, right?"

"Ih! Cake, Daddy...."

"That's what I'm you. You made the. Why ask for permission?"

Huh! It's hilarious! Freaky! Her extra sweet behavior also feels a little annoying. He smiled at me and walked into the television room.

Basic silly. Shaking my head I continued to do my job. After my shavings were done, I gripped the chocolate, I sprinkled both toppings on the still-warm brownie cake and cut them. Daddy loved it when the cake was still warm.

"Specialty to you," I said as I put a small plate with two large brownie pieces on it. One with cheese topping and one chocolate topping, plus one big glass of strawberry milkshake.

Daddy smiled happily. I know he's very tired of being in Jakarta: no plantations, no stallions, no cycling areas testing his adrenaline while meeting his need for natural freshness. I know he misses all that. Other than me, making love to me, and his regular morning exercise, as if there was nothing fun for him. He is not a type of rebel, except when lying with me. And that's what we do every day.

"Bored, huh?" I asked when I saw Daddy changing the television broadcast.

He's nodding. "Bored, my muscles are more limp than active."

Duuuh. I'm giggling.

"I didn't mean anything, yeah. I'm happy here because I have you, with you. But, yes so. My activities are very limited here. Especially...."

I'm glaring. "Prophey is only four days. It's good, right? Hopefully after this, once again fertile, I can immediately get pregnant. Daddy has new toys. I'm sure Daddy will be a good father, and our son will be as happy as my childhood."

And I imagine Daddy holding Gibran Junior on his shoulders. Like my childhood. What a sweet dream. May God bless you, for Daddy and Oma's sake. Compared to my future career, giving offspring to them is the benchmark of my success as a son-in-law. Because I know, Oma wants a biological grandchild as the successor to her family. And I will do anything to make it happen. Anything.