I Love You My Sugar Daddy
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"You can laugh at me if you want. You can make fun of me stupid. You can say I'm weak because that's how it is now." Alesha spoke straight, but so clearly a tone of despair came out of her mouth.

Alesha now chuckled to try to decipher the tense atmosphere. "I don't want to waste my energy on such things."

"If you think about it carefully, it looks like this woman is a very great person."

Alesha looked up, now looking at Rafael with a seductive look. "Look how he can make a man so perfect like you can't forget him."

"And I am sure that there are many women around you. Wah-wah .. This world apparently cannot rotate in one direction only."

"Humans are really like representations of the universe. There are so many galaxies in the universe and they all have their own centers. Unfortunately, sometimes all people see is the sun at the center of the solar system."

"In that galaxy there are other centers of revolution." Alesha muttered to herself.

Raphael who heard it now frowned. "What do you mean?"

Alesha now shook her head and again commented. "It's nothing, that's what it means."

"Do you know that people like me have never thought of anything similar in the past? I am a very silly human being. Ye know? I used to live in unreal fairy tales."

"I don't know if it's good times or dark times, because I'm blind. I never thought about being the center of the world, but I always thought of being the main character in a story.

"I've always lived well and happily in fantasy because in truth to me, happiness is so simple."

Alesha now looked up at the sky which now showed the moon and the stars looking cheerful. The sky was so bright today, as if it was comforting lost humans.

"However, I never thought that I would find such a great misfortune. I never thought that my world would be shaken by such a great momentum."

"Because I think is the Goddess Fortuna. I thought that luck would always surround me, but it didn't." The woman has now lowered her intonation.

"Think of it, we're pretty similar. Moreover, when I came to your house." Alesha continued her words, concluding with a straight look. "Look at you, it seems like you grew up lovingly."

"A person who grows up raised by love, to the point of not knowing that love cannot grow just and nurtured anywhere."

Rafael is looking. "You also love someone who doesn't love you?"

"It's not so and it's not that simple."

Alesha looked ahead with a blank look. "I love someone I don't know. I don't know what his face looks like. I love her, but only by missing her, to be able to convey it."

Alesha turned her head to the side, feeling stared at with a look of confusion. Seeing Rafael's confused face, a moment made him chuckle a little.

"He is my father. She was dead before I even had a memory that I could carry while growing up."

Rafael flinched, suddenly feeling uneasy to hear Zaara's story at this time, but looking at her now, instead of feeling sad, the woman looked so friendly with the words she said. Like someone telling a fairy tale to a child.

Alesha then straightened her eyes back to the front. "Mother loved him by loving his memories. That lavender flower, which is always a celebration of her birthday and me ...."

"I'm their only memory I've always wanted to keep. That's how love takes each other's place."

"However, as I grow older, I become more aware that, despite imitating her ways, love cannot be cultivated by just any hand."

Alesha now smiled faintly. "Maybe I want to love her too much to not know how to love her. Because I never knew him."

Then Alesha turned her head, her eyes then stopped at the sight of the man who was looking at her as well. "Why? You moved?"

The woman then put on a smirking face. "Don't feel burdened because I'm telling stories like this. I'm used to telling this story to the florist's keepers to be cheap."

Alesha held back her smile, then slowly her laughter broke. "God! Your expression is so funny."

Rafael now threw out his breath while frowning. Bizarrely. Sometimes this woman is really weird to the point of making her goosebumps herself.

Alesha then stopped her laughter.

A moment later he returned with serious intonation. "I think the answer is only one. Now I understand why love is often expressed with flowers. Because love is like a flower."

"Flowers can only grow in the right soil, in the right hands and well cared for. He can grow up perfectly."

"You're assuming too much." Sentences are voiced with the flat intonation of the master.

It was difficult for Rafael to translate the millions of phrases that were ruffling his head right now.

The words of his ex-wife who asked him to get married still roam in his empty shadow.

Raphael could not understand all the forms of paragraphs that were in the knot of his sense now. Knots that he may not have touched for a long time or tried to be removed by force again because it was feeling quite bloody.

"That's not an assumption." Alesha interrupted, now preparing to voice out a justification. "This is just my understanding. I told you, didn't I? Although our understanding of love is different, but we are quite similar."

Alesha now took a strong breath, while stretching her muscles that were suddenly stiff because she was sitting in the same position.

"You should thank me for coming with you to tell a story. I see, it's so sad when a former lover who's still loved even told me to get married again." Alesha narrowed her eyes with a sneering look. "Luckily, my mother was sleeping."

Alesha then crossed her arms in front of her chest. It was a breach of point in that contract. Think of a way to make it up to you."

Rafael is smiling. "Not to worry. Don't you remind me, I already remember."

"If more and more were observed like this, it turned out to be very different." Rafael looked straight ahead.

Alesha turned her head and frowned. "What?"

"When I first met you, I thought you looked like my ex-wife. Even your names are the same." Raphael answered briefly.

Alesha turned her head. "really? I have the same name as him?"

Rafael's reflexes are nodding. "His nickname is Aeleasha. Therefore, when your friends called you, I immediately targeted you, who just happened to be in a very precarious state."

"Well, love really does make a person blind, yes. I can't really look like him, can I?" The woman spoke in a soft tone.

Then Rafael now looked at Alesha fixedly. Observing him up close.

Her hair was jet black and looked healthy, although it was now quite messy because it was not combed all day. His nose is a little sharp. Her lips are not too thin, but they are also not thick. I don't know, the more observed Rafael is, the more he doesn't understand.

"There may be a woman more charming than me. It's almost impossible. It doesn't seem to exist." The woman muttered to herself, making Rafael now cluck in annoyance.

It was very different from Alesha who was laughing.

"I didn't know you had that much confidence. Just make me creep." Rafael swiped his palms on both of his arms while taking his eyes off.

The laughter next to him stopped, changing deheman which ended with a serious atmosphere of silence.

"Say." The woman suddenly snaps.

Rafael turned his head, looking at him with a questioning look. One eyebrow is now raised.

Alesha now folded her hands in front of the diaphragm. "Something you haven't said yet."

Rafael was instantly riveted, his heart rippling. Is correct. Right enough. How does the woman know clearly? But what makes the rhythm of his breathing is not because it is one, Rafael must say now or not. He suddenly hesitated about his decision.

"Why? I'm right, aren't I?"

Rafael nodded, now exhaling slowly.

"really. There's one important thing I want to say."

To be continued...