Daughter of the Widower: The Single Daddy'S Daughter
#14 Out?!
Unlock it... Stopple... Unlock it... Stopple. These toys are getting boring. Is there a nose ready for me to pinch? Bring back this old toy.
“Huaaam...” yawn wide open my lower jaw .
“We sleep yuk,” says aunt.
“Miss!” shout, “Purpose papa!”
“It's eleven o'clock at night, miss. Look at her eyes, miss, she's narrowed.”
It's noisy! I don't want to sleep! Going to bed just made me unable to sleep!
Papa's... Where are you? It's been a week~ Should papa be here now! Not a permanent escape, right?! Don't even try to think about it! I'll summon all the troops who were my birthday guests yesterday to search for you to the ends of the earth—
“Nona~ guess, who's home?” another auntie came up to me smirking ugly.
“Papaaaa!!” as fast as the flash-run superhero, I took a run, “papa papa!”
“Don't run around,” that sometimes cold quiet voice that I've missed so much.
Both my hands held her feet. I can't believe I miss this guy. As bad as any man, he's still the handsome papa of the dreams of wives in the world.
My body was lifted from the footing of the white tile. His tired-looking eyes became clearer beside me. I wonder what he's been doing this week.
Dear papa~ papa must be tired right? Here, hug! Papa's fatigue must have disappeared~
Sometimes I'm weird myself. How can I behave this blanket when Sekar has never been interested in children. Maybe in the corner of me there are still children's thoughts.
“Huaaam!” this stuff is getting annoying.
I never woke up more than nine o'clock the night before. The big theft of energy bags for my eyes that I deliberately saved to welcome papa. Nice baby cycle! I can finally work with you. Now I have to execute my plan—
“Huaaam..”.
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It seems like sulking has become my trademark. I am angry and do not like the situation I am in. Now not exempt.
I'm mad! Papa just got home last night. Now papa busies himself with whatever it is on his desk. He acted as if he had been there this week. What the hell is that family for him?!
Why yesterday I was able to fall asleep in papa's arms. I want to show her a special surprise, I prepared for her. I've been trying so hard for that! When I wanted to show him, he was busy.
A firm knock from the door. The door opened momentarily reminding me of horror films that still have not met his sinister figure. The typical rural face of a maid's aunt for a moment looks creepy when it appears from a dark room.
“Master, there is a big package just came.” said the aunt is still in her place.
Type papa stopped. For a moment I saw a shadow of myself in his shiny black pupils, “Bring the package upwards. Later I go there.” said papa back typing.
Aunt nodded and went to close the door. Heh. I had hoped that the aunt brought other news that could lift the bone sitting papa from her work chair that had been lost tender. Now he is typing faster as when Sekar works like a horse because the deadline is standing in front of his desk.
Tired up! I'll just sit down. He should have given me a seat in the middle of these bookshelves! Irritating!
Papa was out of his chair. Is this the time to attack? Papa! I just sat down! Waitme!
“Pappa!” I followed his steps.
He stopped his steps as if waiting for my short legs. I know what he's thinking. 'I'd rather carry her than wait for her who's like a snail to mind home'. Yes already. Come take me.
His strong hands made must function in two different activities. Carrying me and turning off the work light. A cutter was pulled from his neatly arranged residence with his friends, hanging from covering part of the kitchen wall.
It was dumbfounded with a pretty big brown scrawl in the living room lying beside my toy shelf. I was dropped off on a soft fur carpet from just feeling it I already knew it was expensive. Why am I here? What I want to show him is in my room!
He sat beside me with the big package, “try to see this first.” his hands skillfully split the tape one by one package.
What is it? Why should I go see the contents? Oh, new toys? That many? Papa be a kind person?! Sure one?! No way!
Heh... Is that a toy?! Toys are like books with a variety of interactions for children. I've seen it like this on social media. Just a passing advertisement.
Little Rasyi seemed to see the toy differently. New toys always make my whole body excited. How about I try it for a second?
“Great phone!” exclaimed aunt watching me busy with the first sheet of the book.
It's finished! Up next... Up next... Up next....
Uh. Am I done trying every page? More fun than I thought. I look back at papa. It turns out he was watching me. It's done pa. Papa has a new one?
“Again pappa!” myrag.
He plays his eyebrows. His hand grabbed something else from the package box. Another toy book? He opened the plastic and flipped the first sheet for me.
I really can't believe I'm enjoying every page. The simple educational toy was very suitable with the sweet daughter of the descendants of the diluted-brained doctor. Some more!
Where did I get this habit? It's strange that I think about it from Sekar's point of view. The physicality of a child less than four years old is more influential than the 25 years I spent as Sekar.
Yep... It's not bad either. Think of it as a less happy childhood enjoyment. My childhood was not special. More in the direction of trouble.
“Again!” I cried after trying a marathon of four books at once.
Papa was silent as if thinking. He held a book in his hand. Looks like it's the last one. What is papa waiting for? Give me!
“Sit with papa. Here.” said suddenly.
Huh huh? Tumben once he asked me like that. Yes already, nih. On the way~ I was led by his hand to sit on his lap.
The book is open. Waw. Come to think of every interaction in the book from the stitching of these various fabrics getting more difficult every book. Still, I can't possibly be in trouble! This brain I have taken care of and brushed well and correctly.
“Can?” tanyanya gently.
“Iya!” I started to act.
“Spirit miss!” aunts are still loyal to be my supporters.
There's a sequence of numbers. It's gonna be easy. Never the school alone already know, let alone the Sekar who has graduated S2 accounting. I should be teaching now.
“Hmm...” a faint smile approached his face.
Why is he laughing? There is nothing funny about a kid getting things done. That's a development you should be proud of. Bodo time! I just continue what is in front of me.
Again I finished it quickly, “Again?” there's more?
“That's the last.” he said elbowing his feet held face.
I know that line of face. He did not smile at all but his eyes seemed to say clearly that he was interested. What is the reason that he is interested in that?
“Tonight Rasyi has to sleep fast.” said papa suddenly.
“Why?” I asked my lips.
He smiled again, “tomorrow Rasyi come papa out.”
Out... out?!