My Daddy Is My Sugar Daddy
1. Who Needs Papa?

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.

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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