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 had been 30 minutes that I looked at him like this but father still ignored me.

"Dad," call me for the 100th time.

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.

"Hi, your father hasn't changed his clothes." He held my hand.

"Wearing a shirt like that, my father already looks handsome," my god who is only met with a cynical look.

I'm waiting for Dad to change his clothes. Although not as long as women when changing clothes, but 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 broke the object given by his friend. It was sent by his friend who was Singaporean. That's why he got 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 had just come out, so I forced my father to accompany me and bought me the book because my monthly money was running out.

"You still want to daydream? come down" said the father, who struck me in shock. When did we get to this store?

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, enjoy the pleasure of solitude while accompanied by romantic stories written in the novel.

"You look for the book, I want to find another book" said the father. I nodded and a few seconds later the father disappeared between the shelves.

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

"Adel." The call made me look.

"Eh? Sis? I think you're in America right now" I asked the man standing behind the counter.

"There has been no notification from the university when learning began, but it seems to be a long time," he explained.

"So I don't have much time in this country,” my candlestick.

"so. Oh yes, I have a job, see you later," she replied with a faint smile.

I went back to look for the book and found it in a few minutes. It's that interesting cover that made me find it quickly. After getting it, I look for another book to be my reading collection if only this book runs out I read before my target time. Anyway, there's a dad here.

I sat in the chair in front of the cashier, waiting for my father who was still looking for what book. My attention is sometimes focused on Amran who is busy bringing out new books in cardboard boxes. The book just arrived today.

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

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

After paying hundreds of thousands. I followed my father's steps and sat in the front seat of this car. Prepare to return to my home life that is certainly quiet without a mother. Akh, why don't you take me.

"Wanna go to the supermarket?" ask dad while slowing down the car.

"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.

"May too," I cried.

I got out of the car, walked next to my dad and walked into the supermarket, which was always crowded every day and everytime. Never mind.

"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 while putting my thumb and index finger on my chin, trying to think about what the ingredients were as well as remembering how you used to cook the cake.

"So Cil?" ask Dad.

"What?"

"His stuff?"

"Don't know," I replied innocently. Dad then randomized my hair making me pout my lips.

"Try to see the internet."

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

"Pad phones don't have quotas. Uh Cil, there are mothers, you ask." Father pushed me slowly towards the middle-aged woman he pointed at earlier.

I turned my head and looked at my father sharply and then walked over to the middle-aged woman. That woman seems like a friendly person. Thankfully, I don't have to worry.

"Excuse me, ma'am," I said, making the woman turn and smile. It's, really friendly. “I want to ask, ingredients to make any sponge cake?" I just try as gently as possible while scratching my nape that does not itch.

“It's okay, Mom. My mother's answer was very helpful. Thank you,” I said smile.

He just gave a small nod then continued his activities and I ran over to Dad.

"Dad, the material is te."

"Dad knows." Dad cut my words.

"Where do you know?"

"So already called the mother" replied the father cuek and then moved to look for the material. I grumbled in annoyance. So why do I ask strangers for groceries? What father's memory of last night's events has returned. Or dad just pranks his daughter. Wait, the phone can use pulses. Hm, dad.

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"Hello Mother. I'm the same dad's gonna 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 best you'll be home tomorrow. But Hello, Mother, My dear, My love, my Bebeb, my wife and my child's mother, " said the father eagerly to the camera and waved his hand. "Cil, get the cookbook in the closet."

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

"Okey, what's the first ingredient, Cil?" asked my father, who was also in my video, so excited.

"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 tablespoon of tbm, 1 spoon.”

"Slow down, Cil.”

I then repeated it slowly until all the ingredients I mentioned had been mixed in my father's front bowl. Huft, my father is already like a chef, really neat and clean, no flour spilled.

"Cil, there's something on your face. Let me clean it up." Dad wiped my face with his palm.

"Daddy didn't smear the flour on my face, did it?" my question was to interrogate by squinting my gaze as I realized that my father's hand was full of flour.

"Crazy." Father sighed harshly as I replied to him with the same thing, making him like a toddler covered in powder.

I replied with my father so that 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 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.

"Washing. 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. I guess the mood is sad again but I won't cry because I have no reason to.

I had just finished taking a bath and put on my pajamas, looking at myself in front of the mirror. My hair is still wet, I fluttered while wearing a hair dryer. After my hair was dry, I went back to see my father . Looks like I just finished my shower too. He was watching TV in peace.

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

"Jeez, Cil, the cake." Dad hit his forehead 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, tadaaa." I then turned off the camera and put it next to the TV.

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

"Nasi padang, you just take the money in my drawer," replied the father who still regretted the charred cake. He sat down at the dinner table, bemoaning the cake that was supposed to end up in the stomach but would later end up in the trash. How else would you like? Even in the cake was already black, it will be bitter when eaten.

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

"Hi, Dellong," she said with a warm smile as I opened the door.

"Why come here?" my many.

"Dad call. Oh yeah, I got two 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 is here?” ask the man who just came out of the kitchen. It seemed like the parting with the cake was over and he finally took the cake. “Come on PS, Van.”

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

"Yes, rarely Mother is not at home,” kekeh dad. “What bag is food?" Dad's gaze turned to the bag I was still holding.

I'm nodding. "From Devan."

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

I looked at Devan who was just smiling then shook his head slowly. He was sleeping on the couch, watching his favorite comedy. My father and I walked into the kitchen to enjoy this delicious fried rice.

The food was waiting for me to eat.