HOT DADDY (Not Duda, Not Friday)

Angrier

After a while, now Rasya and Diandra have arrived at a legendary restaurant. Well, the restaurant is quite famous from the beginning until now, the family's favorite restaurant, even Chila is also very fond of this place. Remembering Chila, making Rasya's smile come back, when remembering when he came to the restaurant, Chila always ran around and played with pleasure.

Along the way to the private room that has been ordered, Rasya continues to sing her smile. However, when he was about to turn into the room where the client was, Rasya's eyes slightly squeaked, his steps had stopped to make sure the object he saw was real, not imagination alone.

“Chila,” murmured her slowly, her forehead wrinkled and her eyes sharpened even more.

Diandra who heard Rasya's muttering, also turned to see where Rasya's eyes were staring, it was true that there was a little girl with hair that was freely scattered was running to play soap bubbles.

“Pak, it is indeed non Chila. But why is it here?” diandra asked a little surprised, because he also did not see the presence of Lily's mistress or Aldi sir and his wife.

“Di, you go in first. Tell me Mr. David, I will follow,” Rasya said with a flat face, then without waiting for a response from Diandra, Rasya immediately rushed to the table not far from Chila was.

“Chila!” call Rasya a little firmly, making the three people who were enjoying lunch time instantly turn their heads.

“Dad!” pekik Chila was so happy, then he immediately ran towards his father, but, without suspecting his legs instead tripped his own next leg, but, to make the girl fall and the remaining soapy water that he held spilled on Rasya's clothes.

“Chila!” rasya's jolt was so shrill, that it made the attention of some people around.

No, Rasya was not angry because his clothes were dirty exposed to soapy water, but he was angry because of reflexes to see his daughter fall and get hurt. However, unlike what was felt by Chila, the girl instead cried because she was afraid her father was angry because of her clothes he dirty with soapy water.

“Where does it hurt?” rasha asked in a voice as usual, soft and slow. He realized, his voice had made Chila surprised, but Rasya had no intention of snapping at all.

“Father angry with Chila hiks hiks hiks.”

“Kak, Chila by accident. Do not get angry with him, besides clothes can still be changed or bought.” Saut, a girl who had been sitting down, now moved and approached Chila.

Rasya tried not to get angry, he tried to dampen his emotions. Breathe as deeply as possible and exhale slowly. His hands clenched tightly, his jaw hardened, his chest rumbling more and more when he heard the girl's voice getting closer and closer to them.

“Already Race, pity your son. He is still a child, he was also unintentionally, why should he be angry anyway?” said a man who again interfered in his affairs.

Rasya who originally did not want to be angry, now his anger is increasing. Not because of the dirty clothes, but because there were many things that he himself also did not understand how to reveal.

“Do not interfere!” said Rasya with his flat face, “And you!” he looked at Anna's face fixedly, “I don't like my son going out of the house without my permission!”

The deg!

Anna, he heard and stared at Rasya's flat face. This was the first time he had seen the face look flat, like holding back anger. During this time, Anna knew Rasya so gently, kindly and smilingly. But now, his face was cold and flat, making him sure that Rasya was really angry.