The Single Daddy System

Chapters 18. The Race With My Baby

"Daahh dede Lucaas! We'll play again!" Reina said goodbye while waving a smile, then rushed away from Arya's room.

"Aunty Reina's Drug. Thanks for the cake" said Arya, waving Lucas' tiny hands at Reina.

Arya immediately closes the door, after previously feeling happy to visit Reina accompany Lucas to play, also bring a box of their favorite tart.

...[.Host, there's a mission this time]...

"What mission?" asked Arya who had been sitting on the side of the bed, rubbing the mouth of Lucas who was in the lap.

Arya gently cleaned the remaining cream that stuck incoherently in Lucas' mouth. The baby also looks happy, when pampered by the father.

...[.On the first floor of the mall, there will be a special event for fathers and toddlers. You need to sign up immediately]...

"Now? What kind of race is it?" arya asked back, looking pinched Lucas's cheek gently.

...[.Yep. The race is devoted to fathers and babies aged five years and under, who will pair up as race participants. There are several segments of the race in the event, and your mission this time is to register as a participant with Lucas, not obliged to win it]...

"Ohh ... Just a list? Okay, let's." Okay." Arya immediately grabbed Lucas' armpit, and lifted him up high. "This time we have to go to the race, hopefully we are champions well Lucas," he hoped, staring at the carefree face of the baby.

"Fuckin' pwap!" Lucas also replied to Arya with cute words.

...[.Host, wear uniform colors. It will add value to your familiarity]...

"Oh of course. Blue is my favorite color" Arya replied.

Eagerly Arya changed clothes, also attentive when changing Lucas clothes. They were seen wearing clothes that were similar in color, dominated by blue.

Now the baby has sat in front of Arya's stomach, facing forward with shackled sling that is very comfortable and soft for babies his age.

"okay!" Arya held the doorknob of the room door, first sighing deeply. "Let's go, let's go!" he shouted, then opened the door of the room.

"Oooo!" Lucas also spontaneously imitated Arya's call, looking cheerful full of smiles when the father took her rushing away to the mall.

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Mall first floor.

There is a large stage located in front of two escalators, triggering the hustle and bustle of the atmosphere of all visitors who crowded around it.

"Is that the lomba show?" arya asked in her heart, after entering the main door of the mall.

...[.Yep. Looks a lot, doesn't it? Register yourself and Lucas, host]...

Arya spontaneously quickened her footsteps, towards the registration table located right beside the stage.

"May not be the center of attention. The important thing is to focus the same mission this time, "inner Arya.

...[.Take it easy, host. I'll help]...

...[.Decreased level of nervousness, -50]...

The nervousness within Arya instantly faded, shortly after the system did something to her.

Arya now feels relieved, freely queuing up to register as a participant of the race.

Seen some couples father and toddler who also queue up, intend to become participants are also not a few of those who are ambitious to become champions.

After the queue line was reduced, Arya got her turn.

"Whose name is Sir?" ask one of the women who became the race organizer, sitting behind a table while holding a pen.

"Arya Pratama" replied Arya.

"Sir's age?"

Arya spontaneously pensive. "Two five, or two eight?" ask in the heart.

...[.Twenty-five years]...

"Twenty-five years," Arya replied, making the woman immediately fill out a form sheet.

"OKAY. His son's name and his age sir?" ask the committee again.

"Lucas Hikaru Pratama, six months running," replied Arya.

"Well, six months is this big? Is it not wrong, sir?" The committee had felt suspicious, although still filling out the form sheet.

Arya was just speechless, seemingly bored by the question.

"It's well sir." The committee presented two cards of participants, inscribed with a number in the order of registration. "Wait behind the stage. Later directed by another committee," he explained.

"okay." Arya immediately grabbed her participant card, and immediately rushed towards the backstage of the race.

Although the race has not started, Arya was the center of attention of mothers who were standing near the stage, since the man queued up to walk backstage.

"Kok his face like I know yah me? Like my favorite movie artist," one of the mothers guessed.

"Yes yeah. Just like Arya had her face down," said one of the other mothers.

"Well! That's what I mean!"

"It's just similar. I often find people whose faces look like artists. But honestly, Mas was really very similar, like Arya really really, really," continued one of the other mothers.

Regardless of that guess, the person they were talking about was indeed Arya Pamungkas, who changed his identity to Arya Pratama. There was no significant difference from the appearance of the man, from the tip of the foot to the tip of the head, everything was exactly the same.

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There are ten couples who officially become participants in the father and toddler competition, in the mall. Arya and Lucas are one of them, with seven being their membership number.

However, three pairs of attendees had resigned before the event began, making Arya and Lucas the final participants.

"Okay everyone! Good day and happy shopping! Happy to see this father and toddler race! Before starting, let's call each participant first. Participant number one, Mr. Budi and baby Rohmat, please go on stage!" exclaim the host.

The name of the requested participant immediately emerged from the backstage, accompanied by a standing ovation from the audience.

"Baby Rohmat how old is sir?" ask the host.

"Three years," replied the man who was the number one participant.

"Well, three years is still tiny. The spirit sir! I hope I can be a champion!" said the host, speaking with a mic he held.

After calling some participants, now it is Arya's turn to be encouraged to go on stage.

"Okeees! The next participant and the last one, Mr. Arya Pratama and baby Lucas, please go up on stage" appealed the host.

...[.Are you ready for the host?]...

That question, along with the exhalation of Aryan's deep breath. "Yes!" the answer is in the heart.

Arya and Lucas finally climb up the small staircase, which is connected to the backstage. They showed faces, instantly making the entire audience who watched was stunned.

"Aryan?!"

"Aryaa?!"

"Aryaaa?!"

All visitors who are dominated by the mothers also look excited when they see the presence of Arya on stage.

"Waaah, you guys are so good. Not just clothes, his face looks the same!" said the Host.

...[.Host, it seems like your existence reminds them of your former figure]...

"That's him the gua thought of earlier. Won't it be a problem?" ask Arya inwardly,

...[.Hmm .. just relax. Nothing's gonna happen. I'm sure they must have understood the Doppelganger theory]...

"Mas. What age is the baby?" asked the host, found Arya was pensive.

"Six months go by" replied Arya.

"What?! Six months?! This big?! It's not kidding, is it?"

"So. I'm serious," replied Arya, asserting with complete calm.

The entire audience gave a standing ovation, and there were also some who cheered in favor of one of the participants.

The race event began with a quiz about toddlers. The host immediately read some quiz questions, which were then able to be answered by each participant.

Second race, imitating the sound.

In this race, the judges will assess how the baby imitates one word spoken by their respective fathers.

The first participant, standing in the middle of the stage holding her baby, uttered a word through a microphone extended by the host.

"Groasted pineapple" said the first participant.

The host immediately switched the microphone to the baby's mouth. But the baby seemed silent, not understanding what was going through it.

The judges finally judged the first participant had failed, giving the second participant an opportunity to show off.

The same incident also repeated, the baby remained silent after his father said a word. They were declared to be failing.

The next participants are the third and fourth participants. Their babies only slightly imitate a word that has been spoken, although it actually deviates from the meaning of the word. The jury decided to keep the value.

Next, the sixth player.

"Fuck," said the man who became the sixth participant.

"Nrou ...." The baby suddenly whined, crying as he reached out to the mother, who was watching the event.

"Looh .. kok even cry. Mother child," muttered the man, rushing to hand the baby to his wife.

They were also declared dead.

And lastly, it was Lucas' turn to test his speaking skills.

Before saying anything, Arya was pensive. "Lucas can only say pwapwa. What is the cave?" ask in the heart.

...[.No, you're the wrong host. Lucas tried to imitate your voice]...

"Haah? Which one?" Arya tried to remember.

...[.Before you left, you said, "Let's Go!" Then, your words were spontaneously imitated by Lucas]...

"Oh yes! New cave inget!"

"Can it start now? You see, the time has passed" whispered the host, found Arya pensive for a moment.

"okay." Arya took a deep breath, then took it out slowly. "Gooool!!" his cheers were full of vigor, while raising both hands high.

Lucas only smiled cheerfully, while sitting facing forward in the shackles of Aryan sling. It seems that the baby did not understand the meaning of the father's cheers.

It suddenly became the laughing stock of the audience, seeing Arya's behavior that seemed ridiculous to them.

"Come dong Lucas, imitate the voice of papah," Arya hopes in her heart, and wants to try it once again. "Gooool!" the cheers are back, with the same gesture.

"Oool's."

Suddenly, Lucas spontaneously said cheerfully, imitating the word that had been spoken, also raising his two tiny hands high.

Arya, the host, as well as the audience was stunned by it. They did not expect that the six-month-old baby was able to imitate the movements of the father perfectly, even though there was one letter that was missed from the spoken word.

The host who had been dumbfounded, slowly clapped his hands. Within seconds, the audience applauded.

The judges looked at each other, and nodded at each other, before immediately making judgments of Arya and the baby.

...[.Host, sorry to say so late. You've completed a level C mission, participated in the race with Lucas. This time you have completed the mission well. Congrats! The reward for the host is a shopping mall discount of 25%, and money worth one million rupiah. Thanks for the achievement]...

"Yes. Equally," Arya replied inwardly, then joined the other five participants.

"Okay everyone! Still the spirit?! Now is the last race. The race is approaching dad! Yeaayy!" exclaimed the host, mentioning the last form of the race.

This time, all of the fathers were seen standing some distance across from their babies. The babies appear to be sitting in front of the bench of each participant.

"For fathers, as much as you can urge this dede-dede to walk up to you, huh?! Whaaat! Three, two, one, start!!" cheer the host.

"Religion! Here's Grace!" The first participant tried to encourage the baby with enthusiasm, then the baby finally rose slowly.

"Mamaaan, this is samperin pataaak!" appeal to the second participant, extend both hands towards the baby. However, the baby did not budge at all.

"Angel ... Here son samperin papah!" call the third participant, calling the princess who seems a little bigger among the other babies.

The daughter of the third participant spontaneously ran, but not the father she approached, but Arya.

"Loh .. how come to me his run?" arya asked, astonished when she found the daughter of the third participant hugging her tightly.

"Yeah! Angel you curaang! Mama should be there!" cheer the mother, the wife of the third participant, felt jealous to see the behavior of the princess.

The third participant was seen laughing grimacingly, then in an instant the host walked up to him.

"Father fell well," said the host, although the race event is still going on.

After that incident, Arya now refocused her gaze towards Lucas. "Lucaaaass!" his dream was full of smiles, extending both hands towards Lucas.

"Klirvahoo!" Lucas slowly got up, following the baby of the first participant who managed to stand up.

The baby's body of the first participant seemed to be slightly swaying, trying to maintain body balance after previously had fallen.

Lucas finally stood up perfectly. "Klirvahoo!" his dream cheerfully, extended both hands towards Arya.

"Lucca!" reply Arya.

The entire audience, the host, and the judges were astonished, watching Lucas suddenly run.

The baby of the first participant also ran, apparently following Lucas' movement.

However, Lucas, who was much faster on the run, almost arrived in Arya's arms.

"Klirvahoo!" encourage Lucas with his joy.

Arya smiled more broadly, watching the baby successfully arrive in her arms. "Lucca!" He immediately held Lucas' armpit, lifting the baby's height with pride. "Finallyaa .. you did it son!" he said, then grabbed the baby's forehead with a warm kiss.

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"Congratulations to the winner, Mr. Arya Pratama and baby Lucas. You become the first champion with the best value. Yeaayy!!!" exclaimed the host, after draping a medal on Arya's neck, also draped a small medal on Lucas' tiny neck.

The entire audience, as well as those mall visitors who watched from a distance, also felt proud of the achievements achieved by Father and child.

The atmosphere of the mall became excited, accompanied by a lively applause from all visitors. The mothers were amazed by the smile that emanated from Arya's face.

Arya looks happy holding Lucas. He has his own pride in the baby, because of the unique abilities that the baby had displayed in front of people.

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Artist management office, Full Moon Management. A multi-storey luxury building located in the center of the city, became the bernaungnya a company that dabbled in the film industry.

"Yes ... haaa?! in seriously?! Send me the video!"

One of the girls stopped a cell phone call, sitting on a chair facing a computer.

After receiving a video file, the girl opened it.

In the video, Arya's face is clearly highlighted when following a race event in the mall, it seems recorded by someone to be reported to the girl.

"Boss, boss! Doesn't this guy look like our former talent, Arya Pamungkas, who died in an accident six years ago?" asked the girl, after stopping the video turnaround that highlighted Arya's face clearly.

A middle-aged man, complete with a luxurious suit, slowly bent over, listening clearly to how Arya's face was on a laptop screen. "Hmm .. I think I'm starting to believe the same Doppelganger theory" he said.

"How's boss? Isn't it a miracle to look back at the figure of a person who is very, very similar to Arya Pamungkas?" ask the girl.

In response to the question, the middle-aged man smiled. He walked away, then came back to the girl's table.

"Yes!" The middle-aged man pointed towards the laptop screen, referring to Arya's face which was clearly displayed. "Find where he is! Test his acting skills! If it's good, it's a benefit for us! Just make a contract!" his orders firmly.

"B—baik boss."

~Tbc