Papa's Little Daughter

Unusually

"Papa, Shan wants to take a bath himself."

I obviously don't approve of that. How could a boy his age take a bath by himself? Just flushing his body can't, let alone using soap. No, no, no... There is no such thing as bathing yourself. What is later is not clean.

I'm not talking about her saying that she still wants to shower herself. Even if he begs, I won't allow it.

Shan started to display his pouting face. The little girl was also bluffing. Look at him now I don't want to tell him to come in to take off his clothes.

"Shan let's keep changing and papa also has to take a shower. Papa's time for Shan's work."

This kid is really so stubborn. He didn't even move the slightest bit from the bathroom doorway. Just a step, he would not. Do I have to throw it in and take a forced bath like that night?

"Shan's... Count to 3."

"One."

"Two."

I started to harden my jaw. And...

"Three!" pekik Shan's.

I was amazed at this little boy. It seems like he asked to be beaten up.

"Stop pa." Shan stopped my steps wanting to approach him. "Yes yes Shan is bathed in the same papa."

"That's what dong Shan is. From the cake."

Shan resignedly headed towards me, he then climbed himself into the bathub. I immediately took off all of her clothes. Had to move quickly, before he was difficult again due to changing his mind.

But...

"Why is this Shan?" I asked who was shocked after seeing this scene of her innocent body. Lots of purplish blue sign here and there.

Was it because I pinched that night? Tapikan when I directly smeared eucalyptus oil, it could not be as severe as this.

"Tell Papa Shan who pinched you?"

Shan did not reply, he instead lowered his gaze.

"Shan, look at papa!" my orders are firm.

"My Lady Shan, who's this that pinch ha?"

"Papa.." he replied in a very soft voice.

My hands slowly touched the marks, and at that moment my heart was struck with a feeling of guilt.

"But Shan, papa never pinches at the waist the same as Shan's stomach." I remember very well, the area that was the target of my pinch at that time was just his thigh. Before, if I was angry, it was always just the thigh. But why is this up to—

"Come on, Shan's cold."

"Oh yeah-yes." It was enough to guess, now I have to move quickly to bathe Shan. Plus now this clock has shown at half 7. It means half an hour to prepare and then go to work.

Shan has now bathed, I wear clothes that he chose himself to wear. My long hair was also neatly combed. I looked towards the wall clock. With the rest of the time I rushed back to the bathroom. I have to hurry this up.

"Papa, Shan wants grandchildren's mic! Makein Shan pa's grandson!" shan shouted from outside. He even banged on my bathroom door.

Just sec... Just sec... Didn't that kid drink milk? Aye? Yes, I am very sure, after breakfast he had finished a glass of milk. Maybe the bad boy forgot.

Let me remind him.

"Shan, you were drinking milk. After breakfast that's loh." I said from inside the bathroom.

"Shan aus's. Make it again pa!"

"Yes, yes!"

"Mrummer pa!"

Hisss! Truly a child who can't understand the situation huh! Can't she see that this papa is still bathing? Who wouldn't be upset like this?

I immediately rinsed my body of origin. No matter if it's clean or not, it's important that I go out and grab the impatient boy's ear.

Chequek.

The bathroom door was opened. Shan saw me who was still with a towel wrapped around his hips.

"What was that made of?" my question while shaking my waist.

"Grandchild." she replied innocently.

Instantly my emotions that were about to explode instantly disappeared that very second. I breathe deep air and exhale it.

"Shan now go find uti. Ask uti aja to make grandkids."

"But Shan wants him to make the grandson papa."

"Please dong Shan. Papa now has no time. What if you keep getting fired late? What are we gonna eat, Shan? Please..."

"Hiks..." Shan suddenly cried.

I really want to swallow it raw now!

"Okay bentar papa put on a shirt first." I said. Huhhhhhhhhhhhh...

After wearing after the full shirt I calmed the boy's cry. About five minutes later her crying finally subsided. I then led him to the kitchen, making milk as he had requested.

"Papa's fat." Shan's hands were ready to stretch up, but I refused.

"Shan Boy. Walk alone, papa's shirt will be tangled."

"Hiks... Hicks..." She was crying back. I don't know what happened to Shan today. Why is he so crybaby? Not usually.

Is there a ghost attached to my son after playing in the mall yesterday? Ancient people say that ghosts usually stick to small children and make it fussy, easy to cry like this Shan. Last night was like this too. Shan repeatedly cried in his sleep, he was delirious. It seems right to me, Shan is really a ghost. The term this boy got 'charm'.

Sawan.

"Cup.cup." I ended up raising Shan up on my sling. Pat her back regularly and hug her to calm her down. Shan returned my embrace very tightly. It's somehow the fate of my shirt right now...

......***......

"Hello ma."

"Hello Chandra's. You're taking a lunch break?"

"Yes ma..."

I called mama. My goal is to ask about Shan's current state, what he is doing, whether he's having lunch or not.

I did not intentionally call directly to Shan's phone. Because you know what Shan fussed like, I just don't want him later added whining if he heard my voice. I even told my mom to tell me I was so busy I couldn't call Shan. Sorry Shan papa had to lie huh. This is for your own good, so that you will not be spoiled. Ett. Papa ralat, he means that the demon that clings to you is leaving.

'I am nothing at all?', my own mind.

"Hey Chandra." Someone's call immediately broke my focus on the phone. It was Wanda who called me.

Wanda who was carrying a plate of food in her hand then coded, can she sit next to me?

I nodded, gladly Nda...

"Who's phone?" ask Wanda.

"Let me know, yeah." I then focused my hearing again on the phone that was still connected to my mother.

"Shan ate it just a little. He doesn't seem to have Chan's appetite. Mama Tanya' Shan doesn't like omelet? Want to change the eggs? Ceplok ya Shan, uti makein.' He doesn't want Chan. Mama's confused as to what to do."

I sighed for a moment. "Well ma, later if also laper he will ask for his own. I usually do that."

"Yes, son."

"So much, what's he doing now?"

"Watch TV with his feet."

"Ohhh..."

"Yes, son..."

"Yaudah ma I matiin first yes phone. Continue to eat this. Please take care of Shan ya ma, ntar pinch aja if he's fussy."

"Haha.." The sound of laughter instantly made me look. Wanda, the perp who laughed at me.

I put my phone back in my pocket because my mom's voice call was over. I then turned to Wanda who was still giggling next to me.

"It's so funny, Nda?"

"Yes funny. Gemes is that."

"You know what, I'm really excited."

"Not Lo Chan, that lo boy. Shan..."

'Kok even said Shan anyway?'

"Btw I'm really into Shan. Anytime ajakin he dong, I want to see him. I swear I'm really curious."

"Emmm... What if I were to go to my house. Let's see him."

"May." said Wanda steadily.

I cringed, "Right?"

The woman nodded.

"But he's a wayward Nda. Onion, installment, and can not be said. I'm with her high bloods ngadepin."

"Well, that's the kid I like the most."

~tbc...