Married Three Breeding Widow
My Daddy is My Sugar Daddy: By Candradimuka

The big commotion of the day happened in that four-story residence. Four of them were sitting on a luxurious brown sofa, while one could only stand stiff, bowed at the anger of the mother.

"It makes no sense at all!" The oldest woman there slammed the map in her hand onto the table. "You can hide this from Mama! Mama knew you weren't really, but maybe you have kids, none of us know!"

Rahadyan, the man who became a suspect tonight secretly glanced at the map containing the results of DNA tests that showed a match between himself and someone named Kalista.

Rahadyan could not defend herself, that she did not know something like this happened. And who could have predicted that at thirty-two, he already had a sixteen-year-old?

Indeed, Rahadyan admits she had an uncomfortable history as a child and teenager. Even though he was the first child of this family, Rahadyan was also the one whose behavior was most ambiguous.

But as you get older, Rahadyan's wits also get more and more worked up. Now he focuses on his life, focuses on making his parents happy, and focuses on increasing his money.

The sins of the past suddenly come to haunt us.

"Rahady! You hear Mama say what?!"

No. gabe. But Rahadyan hurriedly replied, "Sorry, Ma."

"Sorry?! Sorry you said?!" Mama's voice was increasingly blaring until Rahadyan's ear felt bloody. "You let your son out there sixteen years alone and you apologize?!"

Yes, how to continue? Rahadyan nelangsa in heart.

Not that it was intent either.

"I'll get him, Ma." Rahadyan said the sentence as her responsibility.

"Obviously you picked him up! She's Mama's granddaughter, your son that you missed all those years!"

Then Mama massaged her rough temple while growling furiously. "Akh, you could be like this. The mistress who grieved him. If Mama's grandson does not really, you are the one who Mama fired as a child. Know you?!"

".... Yes, Ma."

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Kalista just stood still looking at his mother's belly button. Three people he paid to help bury the woman's body immediately rushed away, not too want to interfere with the reality of Kalista alone.

Night butterflies, that's what they call their mother.

Women are worthless because they can be bought with a sum of money by very many different men.

Kalista admitted that her mother was not a respectable woman. He was despicable, disgusting, and not someone whose death was mourned by anyone.

But ....

"Basic bego." Kalista clenched her hands tightly, only able to curse with a bated cry. "Udah I told you not to work like that. Begos."

Kalista had repeatedly asked her mother to stop, but she always smiled awkwardly saying no one would feed them if she stopped working.

They must have money to be treated like humans by others. But now what?

Now Kalista just stood alone looking at the ugly grave, not accompanied by anyone to just cry.

Who wants to cry over trash? A woman who is paid by a man's husband for him to cheat on, a woman who is paid by someone's father to make him a mistress, a woman whose presence just corrupts the city.

No one thinks he's a human.

"You know you can't respect your mom or your mom's job." That's what this concubine said when she could still stare at Kalista. "But you know Mama loves you. Mom always loved you."

Kalista tried to keep her mouth shut so as not to scream in tears.

You liar, you Kalista in your heart.

If he loves Kalista, why should he leave her alone in this world? He should be here!

"Your father will pick you up, Kalista. You're not alone."

Who needs that unclear Papa?!

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Mom knew that soon death would come. Mama also knew that soon Kalista would be alone.

So before the death came, it turned out that Mama secretly went to meet the family of the man who pregnant her first in order to accept Kalista as a family.

Kalista did not know that, until death was really in front of his mother's eyes.

So when the man appeared, the foreign man who he said was Papa, Kalista's gaze did not welcome him in the least.

"I'm late." He said that when he saw that Mama's grave was covered by the ground, with no flowers or anything. "I guess the funeral is after the zuhur."

Calista's lips trembled by that speech.

"Nothing," he answered withstanding a cry.

"What?" Rahadyan was surprised and did not understand the meaning.

"What sholatin." Calistas are getting vibrating. "No need to wait for the Zuhr."

For God's sake, he didn't expect it to be like this. Kalista's mother didn't ask for anything about her funeral. He only asks that Rahadyan come to pick up Kalista to stay with him.

Rahadyan gulped. Especially when he saw Kalista crying in front of him.

Unable to be lied to, Rahadyan could see himself in the physicality of this child. She was beautiful like her mother but that line of face belonged to Rahadyan.

"Kalista—"

"Who do you want him?"

Rahadyan gulped.

No. gabe. Honestly no.

The buried woman, Rahadyan, is very difficult to remember. But clearly, Rahadyan is convinced that it happened at the age of 15 or 16.

In the days of Rahadyan still like to go home at midnight, then Mama yelled telling him not to go home, but if Rahadyan did not come home for real, Mama would beat him with a broomstick.

"Basic useless."

Rahadyan jerks. Whahuh? What did this kid just say?

"Om making children, keep missing pregnant women alone until she has to sell herself for life! What's his name for useless?!"

"Calista, I'm enggak—"

"Don't think I'd like to ngakuin Om be my Papa!" Kalista shouted less and full of awareness.

His intention is this way. It was his intention that he wanted to be the trash that troubled this person.

Want Mama, want him to confess Papa, all just act arbitrarily in the life of Kalista.

Why should he keep silent? It's Kalista's life but it's like he can't choose anything.

"I'm just going with Om because of Om's money. I just want to spend my money until I'm satisfied!" Kalista threw away his face. "You're tired, Om just throw me away. I'm like my mom."

Want him not to like, want him to protest, Kalista does not care.

He threw away the Kalista, then the Kalista was at least free from the shackles of this damn blood.

But if he took care of Kalista, then he would really do all sorts of things to trouble her.

"Kalista—"

"Don't call me by name either!"

Kalista glared as he turned back. Shouting without giving him a chance to talk.

"My name is given to my mother, don't get dirty with your mouth Om! Om don't have to daze me, Om don't have to ask me, Om don't have to be good with me!"

Rahadyan was silent because of the shock of seeing this hostility.

Maybe he was not in a position to defend himself, but I swear, Rahadyan never intended to hurt his own son.

Why does this child even seem to have a grudge against him?

"Why squirm me? Oh, you don't like it?" tanya Kalista defiantly.

Rahadyan was in severe shock.

"Now Om choose, want to take care of me or want to nelantarin me? I don't care which one."

Rahadyan covered her face and repeatedly sighed tiredly.

This stinking boy. He thought Rahadyan would throw it away even if he acted crazy?

Even if Rahadyan has a side of the trash, letting her son fight alone is not an option.

"Follow me." Rahadyan passed by, hinting the boy to go home with her.

But secretly he glanced at the navel of his mother Kalista.

Goddess's Sukma, it's written there.

The market name.

Even though his name was already written, Rahadyan still could not remember. Makes him realize that he used to be probably just playing someone without thinking at all.

Sorry, whispered Rahadyan in herself. You may not say the same to me because you know I'm not responsible.

After all, it was at her age still High School, or even the end of Junior High School.

But I promise to take care of Kalista. So that's quiet there, Sukma Dewi.

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