Hot Daddy: My Beautiful Morning

My Husband, the Angel Without Wings

At night, I was almost asleep when my phone lying next to my pillow suddenly shook. I got a message from Dinda. He sent me a screenshot of a message from Melisa.

I went to school, and I accidentally heard Riko CS talking in the cafeteria. They call it the name of Kejora. From what I caught from their chat, it looks like Riko was being teased for losing a bet: she couldn't conquer Kejora, and (sorry) asked him to sleep. But Riko told them to wait for the play date. He sure could've ngajak Kejora make love to him. Whatever the way. I say that there is no intention or purpose. I just want Kejora carefully. Thanks, Dinda.

I immediately pressed the off button on my phone and put it on the table. I lay down, curled closer to Daddy who was asleep, and I didn't want to disturb him.

I can't deny, the information from Melisa makes me nervous. I can't stop thinking, Riko and her friends could make me as a betting material. Riko's a handsome young man. The kids at school can barely even count how many girls he dates. It could be that most of the prettiest students in school are already his ex-girlfriend. So what's that bet for? Is it because I'm the only student who refuses to be her boyfriend that she's so obsessed with? And his friends took advantage of this trivial matter? Pump it up so it ends the bet?

This is fucking crazy. My anxiety kept me from sleeping that night, feeling as if Riko would really have a chance to lock me up somewhere and do something bad to me, and I kept awake. At about two in the morning, I decided to take something from the fridge. A snack might be able to take my mind off, at least for a while.

With a sneak and a bit of horror, I stepped my foot down the stairs while sweeping the dark room that I had to pass through. I took a deep breath and tried to convince myself, "Riko won't be able to enter this house. All the windows and doors are locked and none without a trellis. Relax, Kejora," I said.

I found some fresh bread and cheese in the fridge, took it three pieces and put two pieces of cheese between each. I thought about frying the cow's eye eggs but I was lazy to do it, and instead I took an apple and a bottle of drinking water. I take my meal to the family room.

I took the TV remote off the table and pressed the on button. After changing channels and finding a nineties-era action movie playing, I watched it while biting my sandwich. When I finished eating, I drank my water, and then I laid myself down on the couch. The room was bathed in a blue glow from the television screen. And, over time I was sleepy and did not feel I was asleep there.

Maybe so sleepy I plus really need to sleep, I did not realize anything until when I woke up was already brightly lit, and it turns out I was already in my room, on my bed -- without Daddy.

Oh, goddamn. It was eight in the morning and a half. How stupid and ugly I am. Daddy must be hungry and need breakfast. Rubbing my eyes and stretching my body, I got out of bed. I rushed out of the room, down the stairs, and headed straight for the kitchen. Daddy was making sandwiches for us for breakfast, and this time it was complete: there were eggs, cheese, lettuce, tomatoes, and roasted meat in it.

Guilt kept me there, behind him, but as always: Daddy always felt my presence.

Aaah. I walked up to him, hugged him from behind and kissed his unclad back.

"I'm sorry, yeah, I woke up this afternoon."

Daddy let go of my arms, twisted his body and wrapped his arms around my waist. "Not to discuss anything. I already know. And I've sent your friends a message to call my phone if they want to call you. Don't hold your phone, yeah. Can promise?"

Is this man an angel or a human?

I smiled with gratitude in my heart, and nodded to him. "I promise. Thanks for everything, I mean. You're calming."

"O yeah?" He looked at me deeply while smiling warmly. "I think I have a way to make you calmer. Wanna?"

Oh, my gosh, how clever is he to overcome the situation, or take a chance?

Whatever it was, he had already turned off the roasting and carried me to the dining table. Main breakfast: warm love in the morning.

Whatisit? Guess yourself. I'm sure you know too.