Sweetest Escape

Mission Kayla

Kayla is on a diet, but Raka is suffering. Six days a week he also ate healthy food without taste prepared by Bela.

Red rice that he was not used to eating. Skinless chicken breast boiled without salt. Vegetables in the form of vegetables and sometimes also boiled as well as fruits.

If Kayla's diet is successful, Raka and Bela must also eat whatever has been served. Actually Raka could have eaten outside, but she felt guilty. His daughter was struggling and he had to accompany her. Let's just say that from now on he will lead a healthy life.

Breakfast schedule of boiled eggs and avocado fruit sprinkled with sesame. For those who were not used to Kayla felt it was excruciating. However, he looked at Raka and Bela who were devouring him casually. Kayla also complied.

"Later get used to it too" Bela said.

"Want a week. Kayla is not used to it yet" he said as he fed a piece of avocado.

"Look at Papa." Raka bribed two pieces at once.

Kayla laughed and she devoured the pieces of fruit. "Lumayan."

"Is my lunch ready?" ask Raka to his wife.

Bela nodded. "Red rice and salmon. I added a tidy sambal."

"That's delicious," said Raka. At least there is sambal.

"I want to take Kayla up the mountain" Bela said.

"What's? The mountain?" Raka was wide open to hear it.

"Out of town. Are you allowing it?"

Raka shook her head quickly. "can't. If you get lost how? I have one wife and one child each. If you're missing, I don't have a change."

"Why do you expect me and Kayla to disappear? Basic man! They're the same." Bela snorted, then left the dining room.

"Eh, Honey! That's not what I mean," exclaimed Raka.

"Why do you want to marry again?" ask Kayla.

"No! Don't get me wrong, son. You wait here. Papa will persuade your mama."

Raka followed his wife into the room. Kayla laughed at the sometimes envious behavior of the two. Kayla also salutes the love story of her parents. Two friends become one in the marriage bond. If Kayla could also find a man who loves her with all her flaws.

The idea of going up the mountain is not bad either. Kayla had read an article about it. Going up the mountain can help you lose weight. Kayla wanted to try it and she had to find the right area for it.

"Bogor," muttered Kayla. "I have to go there. There are many mountains in West Java that are safe for beginners. I have to go there."

Kayla got up from her seat. He walked into the room and opened the closet. For one month, he will stay at his relatives' house. Consider it a vacation while dieting. In this way, the ideal weight is obtained and the mind is also calm.

"Kay!" call Raka.

"Kayla's in the room" she replied a little loudly.

Hearing Kayla's words, Raka walked towards the room. He entered because the door was not closed, and Raka frowned to see Kayla packing.

"Where are you going?" ask Raka.

"Hand."

"Why so sudden? What do you want to do in Bandung?"

"Mountain ride" answered Kayla.

"What?"

"Kayla wants a vacation, Pa. There too Kayla will stay at Rizal's uncle's house. Isn't that our cousin?" kayla.

"Papa's gonna have your mama with you."

"Kay will stay there for a month."

Raka's eyes were wide open to hear it. "Annex? Oh my goodness, Kayla! You don't bother with living in people's homes even if it's your own family."

"Kayla will stay in a rental house or whatever it is that it is important Kayla can go to Bandung."

Kay looked at Raka's face. "Kayla's not a child. Papa always does."

"Clear, dong. You're Papa's only princess."

It doesn't seem easy for Kayla. This is the same when he decided to stay in the apartment and at that time Raka refused it. Kayla is no longer a teenager. Now he is very mature. Yes, he knows that parents will always assume their child is an only child.

"Let Kayla do what Kay likes."

"Papa's worried, son."

"Kayla is fine. Let go of Kayla, Pa. Let Kayla go, "he asked.

Raka exhaled a sigh of resignation. He nodded at the request of his daughter. All for Kayla. He should be sure. Trusting his own daughter.

"Yes, Honey. You are free" said Raka.

Kayla smiles. He ran to hug Raka tightly and thanked her as much as possible.

"What's this?" ask Bela who suddenly appeared.

Kayla took off her embrace, then switched to hugging Bela. "Kay wants to go to Bandung."

"Only?"

Kayla pulls out of her mother's arms. He nodded at the question from Bela. "Yes, Ma. For a month Kay will be there. Anyway Mama don't worry. When Kayla returns, her ideal weight will soon be reached."

"Promise with Mama" said Bela.

Kayla nodded, then kissed Bela and Raka's cheeks. "promises. Papa and Mama don't worry."

"Always tell us" said Raka.

"okay." Kayla blinked one eye.

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With permission from both parents, Kayla left for West Java by train. His face is shining today. For Kayla this is a new adventure. He will start a life he has never felt before.

Every holiday, Kayla will be with both parents or close friends. But this time, he went alone on a weight loss challenge mission.

"You be careful while you're there. Remember, always call Papa and Mama," said Raka.

"Yes, Kayla will always contact Papa and Mama."

One hug and kiss was given by Raka and Bela. Only child. Going to Bandung is like taking a child off to the battlefield. But Kayla likes it even if it's a little uncomfortable sometimes.

Kayla waved her hand when the train had arrived. Old man full of drama. Raka and Bela embrace. It was worse for Raka to shed tears.

"Your son is just going for the holidays. Why are you crying?" said Bela.

"You're sad too, right? Kayla was never far from us. I'm crying."

"I feel lucky Kayla didn't get married with Steve" Bela said.

"You are my soul mate, Bela. I'm glad they didn't get married. That way, Kayla does not become living abroad," said Raka honestly for what she felt.

"God! Is this because we don't approve of Kayla?" ask Bela.

"I approved them. Fucking steve! Just watch him!" raka Ompat.

Bela pinched the little belly of her husband. "How dare it be behind."

Raka laughs. "I just want a peaceful situation."

The train starts to go. Raka and Bela waved at the princess. Kayla replied from behind the glass.

Seriate