HOT DADDY (Not Duda, Not Friday)

Luka Chila's

As soon as she got home, Chila got out of the car and ran to her room with a hiccup. While Rasya, he immediately contacted Diandra to take care of his appointment with the client earlier, he forgot to tell his Secretary while still there. Because her focus was only on Chila earlier. Of course it made Diandra a little upset, because his boss acted as he pleased. How can they come together, but instead he was in stay and had to take care of the cancellation of the meeting.

Rasya walked over to Chila, but ill-fated, the door to the room was locked. Rasya Hana was able to sigh deeply. He was wrong, he should not have snapped at Chila, even though it was not actually a clash. He was just worried and panicked to see his daughter fall, even Chila's knee had not been treated.

Tok, tok, tok ...

“Honey, open the door dong?” call Rasya knocking on Chila's room door. It has been almost an hour Chila locked herself in her room, and can Rasya see, naka it has finished her prayers.

Cklek!

Chila opened the door of her room with a bowed face. That's how Chila is, when she cries or gets angry, then she will lock herself in the room, pray and pray. Only then did he dare to meet his father again.

“Have her prayers?” rasha and Chila asked with a nod of the head.

“Have his prayers?” ask her again and again with a nod of the head.

“Then, is it still angry with Dad, hem?” rasha asked so gently, now she had sat down and rubbed Chila's hair.

“Chila apologizes,” said Chila slowly, with eyes that returned glazed.

Rasya who saw his daughter's face again sad, he immediately carried Chila's body and brought her to the room. He sat Chila on the bed, then he sat down on his knees in front of her while his hands clasped Chila's hands.

“Honey, know what's wrong Chila?” rasha asked looking at her daughter's face.

'Michele.' muttered Rasya inwardly, but he did not want to look angry again in front of his daughter, so he tried to shake off his anger again. Michele's business will be taken care of later.

“Then?” ask Rasya again.

“Chila make dirty Dad's clothes,” his great-grandson is getting slower, Chila so feels guilty for dirtying the father's clothes.

“Iya, Chila has indeed dirty Dad's Suit, but Chila knows why rich Dad was to Chila earlier?” rasha asked, and Chila just shook her head.

“Chila knows, I didn't mean to yell at Chila. Dear father Chila, I can not be angry if only a dirty shirt,” explained Rasya with his heavy sigh, “But you see this.” he added while pointing at his scar that was clean, maybe when Chila took water ablution, he at once cleaned it.

Rasya got up from his seat, walked a little towards the table not far from there, picked up a P3K box to treat Chila's knee.

“Dad was panicking, dad wasn't angry with Chila. Just freaking out, I don't want my daughter why. This is what I'm afraid Chila left without a father. Chila is very easy to fall, I don't want my son to get hurt, understand right?” obviously Rasya while applying red medicine on Chila's knee.

“Hiks hiks, sorry Daddy hiks.” Chila returned to sobbing.

“Do it hurt?”

“No, but just sore. But Chila didn't want to cry, but why did Chila cry? Hiks hyks,” asked Chila herself to make Rasya slightly chuckle at hearing so many words But, what Chila said.