Trapped In Ambiguity

Q-time with dad

I looked at my father closely. He was still busy with his laptop and ignored this daughter. Be busy or just pretend to work. It's been 30 minutes I've been staring at him like this but Dad never budged a bit.

"Dad," call me for 100 more times.

Dad still doesn't care about me. He never even glanced at me one bit, let alone to turn his head.

"alright. Get ready." Finally, Dad made his voice.

"I'm ready, Dad. Let's go." I pulled Dad's hand. I can't wait to go to that bookstore I haven't been to in a long time.

"Hey, your dad hasn't changed his clothes yet." He held my hand.

"Wear a shirt like that. My father looks good" I said.

I'm waiting for Dad to change his clothes. Although not as long as women when changing clothes, father still long for me who is impatient.

"My father is very handsome" I said.

Dad glanced at me, like he was still angry about last night. I accidentally damaged the object given by his friend, it was sent directly from his friend who is a Singaporean. That's why he was mad at me and he just asked me to talk just now.

I was actually afraid to start talking to her, but the latest book from the series I was following just came out, so I forced my father to accompany me while buying me the book.

"You still want to daydream? come down" said the father, who struck me in shock. On my journey, I dreamt of what happened last night.

This store looks quiet as usual, in contrast to Sunday night, there will be many singles who spend their time reading books in this place.

"You look for the book, I want to find another one" Dad said. I nodded then father left me among the shelves.

The smell of the new books on display near the entrance really made my favorite scent. Can't wait to buy a book, open the plastic and smell it.

"Adel." The call made me look.

"Eh? You you? I think you're in America now" I asked

"I'm not leaving yet, maybe tomorrow. After all, there has been no notification from the university when learning began," he explained.

"You've got plenty of time in this country."

"so. Oh yeah, I have a job, see you later," she said.

I went back to look for the book and found it in a few minutes, an interesting cover to quickly find. After getting it, I look for another book to be my reading collection if only this book runs out I read.

I sat in the front seat of the cashier, waiting for my father who was somehow still looking for what book. I sometimes noticed A who was busy taking out new books that seemed to arrive today from within a dose.

"Have you been waiting, Cil?" ask the father who has 3 books in his hand.

"As you can see." I sighed softly and then got up from my chair, following the father who walked towards the cashier.

***

"Wanna go to the supermarket?" ask dad.

"What do you want to buy, Dad?"

"Make a cake. Isn't today until tomorrow morning the mother is not home, how about we cook a cake later tonight?" take dad.

"By tuh, yeah," I cried.

I got out of the car, walked next to my dad and walked into this supermarket all day and everytime.

"What do we need, Cil?" ask dad.

"What kind of cake do you want to make?"

"Bolu's cake looks good."

I nodded my head, thinking about what ingredients are needed as well as remembering when my mother used to cook the cake.

"So Cil?" ask Dad.

"What?"

"His stuff?"

"No idea" I replied innocently. Dad then randomized my hair making me pout my lips, irritated.

"The internet's check."

"Father's phone, my phone's left at home."

"Parents don't have quotas. Uh Cil. There's mothers, you ask." Dad pushed me slowly.

"Excuse me, ma'am," I said, making the woman turn and smile. " I want to ask, what ingredients to make sponge cake?" I asked to try as hard as possible.

"Oh sponge cake? The basic ingredients are just wheat flour, butter and eggs. For additional ingredients such as tbm, canned milk, vanilla and sugar. That's what I remember," he said gently.

I smiled and thanked him. He continued his activities and I approached my father.

"Dad, the material is te."

"Dad knows." Dad cut my words.

"Where do you know?"

"So Mommy called," replied the father cuek then moved to look for the material. I grumbled in annoyance. So why do I ask strangers for groceries?

***

"Mother's Hola, so I'm the same father would make this cake, Bun. Greetings to your mother," I said pointing the black camera at Dad.

"Camera can now vid-call?" ask Dad while taking out the groceries earlier.

"It's just a video of dad, if you've come home later we'll love you."

"Geez, at most mom's coming home tomorrow. But Hello Mother," said the father excitedly to the camera and waved his hand. "Cil, get the cookbook in the closet."

I put the kemera on the kitchen shelves to record the activities of the two of us, as if making a video like a chef.

"What's first, Cil?"

"I haven't even found the recipe yet, Dad." I grumbled in annoyance. I started looking page by page. "Daddy, 400 grams of wheat flour, 2 eggs, 100 grams of butter, 1 tbsp tbm, 1" I said.

"Slow down, Cil."

I then repeated it slowly until all the ingredients I mentioned had been mixed in my father's front bowl. I got out of my place and approached my father.

"Dad, there's something on your face. Let me clean it up." I wiped Dad's face with my hands full of flour.

"Cil, you didn't smear the flour on my face, did you?" asked Dad introgating by squinting his gaze.

"Dad." I let out a rough sigh as my father also rubbed it quickly on my cheek, making me like a toddler covered in powder on his face.

I retaliated with dad until the kitchen was filled with flour. "Dad, less lipstick." I gave dad red food coloring and dad smeared it on his lips. I did the same thing. My father and I are really enjoying my childhood and my father's life right now.

"My stomach hurts from laughing, Cil. Let's finish the dough and clean up this kitchen."

After I moved the dough on the baking sheet, I put it in the oven. Father who regulates the temperature and time. After that, cleaning the kitchen began.

"Huft, tired. Dad, I'll take a shower." I rushed to the room. My hair and clothes were full of flour. I'll shower and shampoo under the shower.

"New." I flicked my hair in front of the mirror after putting on my pajamas. I then met my father in the kitchen. Looks like I just finished my shower too. He was watching tv quietly.

"Daddy smell the charred smell, don't you think? my many.

"Jeez, Cil, the cake." Dad hit him on the head and immediately ran into the kitchen, opened the oven and found our cake charred, completely pitch-black.

I took the camera and brought it closer to the cake. "So Mother, our cake is burnt, tadaa." I then turned off the camera and put it next to the tv.

"So what are we eating tonight, Dad?" my many.

"Tell the field" replied the father who still regretted the charred cake.

The sound of knocking on the door made me run to open it, maybe it was my mother who had come home tonight.

"Hi, Dellong," she said with a warm smile.

"Why come here?" my many.

"Dad call, I'm under 2 packs of fried rice for you guys." He showed me a black bag.

"Thank you, Devan." I took the bag and told him to come in.

"Devan's here, let's play ps."

"So you call Devan to play ps doang?" my many.

"Yes, Mother is rarely not at home. Is that bag food?" point dad at the bag I'm still holding.

I'm nodding. "From Devan."

"Well, thank you, let's eat first, Devan."