My Cool Duda
The McD 7

Nata parked his car in the parking lot of a special restaurant xx. The woman grabbed the slin bag over the car dashboar and attached the slin bag to her shoulder.

The sound of Nata's knocks rhymed as his legs began to enter the restaurant area. Nata walked towards the upper floor, the room that had been ordered by his Papa.

Arriving upstairs, Nata's eyes wobbly looking for a table that has been ordered Papa. His eyes stopped on one of the tables that had been occupied by three adults.

Nata stepped closer to the table. One of his hands pulled up the chair and occupied it with a sarcastic gesture.

"You've finally come too. Papa thought, you won't come like the nights before." Nata's presence was greeted by the voice of a man currently sitting right in front of Nata.

Nata snorted hearing it. "Forced." answered the woman straightforwardly.

The man who served as the birth Papa of Nata was only able to smile thinly. It's okay if his daughter comes with a forced situation. Nata came and met him alone was more than enough for the man.

"We eat first, after that there is something Papa will say." said the man to Nata.

Nata just nodded lazily in response to Papa's words. The woman swiftly grabbed a plate that already contained her favorite cake. No hypocrite, Nata is indeed a hard-line sweet food lover. Whatever food smells sweet, he will love it.

Papa Nata tried to hold back his smile at the mere behavior of the princess. His feeling warmed up when he saw Nata greedily stuffing pieces of cake into his mouth.

Twenty minutes passed. Nata has finished his meal. The woman grabbed her phone and played it. The boredom and saturation now encircles Nata's feelings. The twenty-five-year-old woman prayed in her heart that today's dinner would be over quickly.

"Ekhem," Papa Nata cleared his throat to make Nata stop his cell phone playing activities.

The woman folded her hands in front of her chest and looked at her Papa as if waiting for what the man would say to her.

"Nata, this is Aunt Tiara and her son Sheila. Aunt Tiara is a close friend of Papa." said Papa Nata.

"Continue?" sahut Nata sounded lazy in response.

Papa Nata sighed for a moment. "Papa is getting married to Aunt Tiara" he said in a straightforward tone.

Nata chuckles small. Seeing the response given by his daughter, Papa Nata asked.

"You agree, don't you think Papa married again? Papa is sure, Aunt Tiara will be a good mother to you" said his father, smiling.

Nata. "Whatever. If you want to get married again, I don't care. Now I live with Grandma. I'm not going to interfere with Papa's business." Nata spoke while looking at the pair of eyes that were very similar to him.

"Nata! Who taught you to speak so impolitely like that huh?! Papa doesn't like your attitude!" snapped Papa Nata while staring at his daughter sharply.

"Oh yes, no papa. Maybe Nata is still in shock at the news of our marriage" said a woman trying to calm Papa Nata-Arthur.

Nata got up from his seat. "Papa forgot? I was never taught any courtesy by my parents. So, who's wrong if I act like this?" Nata said with a big breath.

Papa Arthur was silent staring at the look of hatred that emanated on his daughter's pair of eyeballs. The two sharp netra men suddenly sayu. His heart throbbed pain when the man got such a gaze from his only daughter.

"I go, thank you for the food." said Nata as he hurried away leaving the three adults who were both silent to each other.

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Nata walked towards the parking lot with a muttering mouth. Repeatedly he said swear words to himself because it was out of control. He should have been quiet when he heard his father's words.

However, Nata lost control. The woman couldn't contain her anger when she saw a clash from the man who was supposed to be her first love.

Nata drives his car at an above average speed. The streets of the city at night were quite quiet, making the woman dare to drive her car quickly.

Until suddenly, Nata's car stopped in the middle of the road to his house. Nata cursed when he realized if he forgot to fill his car gasoline.

"Ah, fuck! Why can you forget anyway," muttered Nata while banging his head on the steering wheel of the car.

Today was the worst day for Nata. Nata's car stopped right on a pretty quiet street. Only one or two vehicles passed.

Nata is still in his position. His head was still leaning against the steering wheel of the car. Both of his eyes closed. His mind recalls when his father said he was getting married again. To be honest, Nata actually strongly disagrees if his father remarried to someone else.

Nata couldn't imagine it if it happened. Nata remembered his late mother. Nata felt that his father remarried, as well as betraying his mother.

Tok tok!

Nata opened both of his eyes. The sound of a knock from the windshield of her car made the woman instantly gulp her saliva rough. Slowly Nata lifted his head and turned to the side. Her heart was racing as the woman looked at the silhouette of a man's body.

"Grandmother, Ata was afraid.." muttered Nata with a barely audible voice.