My girlfriend's my best friend's father

CHAPTER 4: What's Wrong?

I came home from Anita's house to the convenience store by taking an online taxi. Exactly 15 minutes drive, I had arrived in front of the convenience store where I and 'Beby' used to make appointments.

I got into a black car parked across from the convenience store. The car went slow as I closed the door and put on my seatbelt.

"Waaahh... It's just us both..."

I immediately hugged 'Beby' and kissed his left cheek. He also gently stroked my head.

"Well, don't you ask me anything, do you?" Ask me.

"No, because I said I wanted to go with mom earlier. But... He asked about the ring."

"Ohya?! What do you keep saying?"

"I told you this ring was bought by mom. Eh but she's so sad, she says her mom never paid attention to her, not rich mom."

"Indeed Anita less attention to him, huhah maybe because it already has a new family, so his attention is divided. But her mother must love Anita too."

"But if his father has a new family, his attention will be divided as well?"

"I can't promise, but I will try to keep his attention fairly divided. Especially if his new mamah candidate Anita is the same age as him, must be equally spoiled. Well, I can't imagine what it would be..."

I can't say anything, because if you think again it feels strange that I'm really married to 'Beby' and automatically become stepmother Anita. Anita and I are the same age, she's my best friend, whatever we do together, and whatever stories we share except her father and me.

"Why is he suddenly silent? Think what?" Ask curiously.

"If we get married, it's weird that I'm actually Anita's stepmother?"

"Actually no, because there are already many rich stories. And everything is okay as long as everyone understands and accepts the situation." Answer's relaxed.

Shouldn't our family be happy because we ended up marrying someone they've known for a long time? Shouldn't you have a sense of security if I marry a man who is clearly established, clearly kind, and clearly attentive to me? Shouldn't Anita and her family just be happier, because finally this widower they rely on is married to a girl who has never been married before?

"Lia, are you ok? It is not necessary to think about it, you are still young so just enjoy your life and live it as well as possible. There will come a time when we can tell everyone that we love each other." He tried to calm me down.

"What do you think makes everyone seem to be going against our relationship? Or is it just our mind that thinks that our relationship will not be able to get everyone's blessing?" I asked to wonder the answer.

"If from your mother's side, surely she wants her daughter to marry a man who has never been married or not a widower. If from Anita's side, surely she will feel awkward because her close friends will change their status to be her new mother. And the people around will definitely discuss our age difference which they think is far adrift."

I was slightly satisfied with the answer because it was exactly the same as what I had in mind before. But I still wonder, what exactly is wrong with the girl who married a widower? Hasn't many done that? Then what's wrong with the friend who became the connecting mother, will not we actually be closer and closer because we already know each other inside out? And what if our age difference is far? The two of us who had that relationship, not them. I just still feel confused by the people who can't understand and accept us.

"Lia, we'll go get yuk coffee, keep buying her favorite mother's cake in a normal place." Take it to me, and I just answer it with a nod of my head.

The car drove fast enough to reach a coffee shop where we used to chat together. The place is comfortable and not too crowded, and the most important thing is quite far from the area of our house. Here I could rest my head on her shoulder, wrap my hand around her warm arm.

"It's only here that we can be this happy. You comfortable?" Ask her.

"Sure, it's really comfortable."

"When can we show our comfort in front of all our families?"

"Why do you keep talking about that? Do you want to marry me?" He asked while teasing me by pinching my cheek softly.

"Not so, sometimes I'm tired and bored also if it has to be cats with each other. I want every one of you, I can just call you beb, hug you or call you without fear of getting caught."

"Patience, Lia. I want to, too, but I still have to keep Anita feeling. I still often feel guilty for failing to maintain my household with her mother, so Anita must feel growing up without a mother."

I did not answer anything, could only be silent while continuing to hope that one day I could feel free to love and make fun of him without having to fear or worry about anything and anyone.