My Daddy Is My Sugar Daddy
104. His son

Rahadyan stood up from her chair so surprised to hear the sound of Kalista's cry. But a moment later, Rahadyan found awareness of the situation there.

"Sorry." Rahadyan sat back down and squeezed her hair in frustration. "Sorry Papa wasn't there."

The sound of Kalista's cry sounded very clear and so deep.

Until now Rahadyan still regretted why in the early nights he heard the sound of crying his son, Rahadyan did not move to hug him.

Although Raynar said he would not want to be embraced by Rahadyan, it should still be better than being left alone.

"Kalista—"

"Om should be there." Now the cry of Kalista is interspersed with racauan. "Om should have been there from the beginning so Mama wouldn't be a prostitute."

Something felt like stoning Rahadyan's chest.

Frankly, Sukma Dewi being a mistress was not Rahadyan's fault. He didn't say, at least try, to let Rahadyan know about his son. And among all the other halal jobs, she chose to be a cheap prostitute.

But, even though it was the fault of the Goddess Sukma and her choice, it still would not be the same if Rahadyan came sooner.

Therefore Rahadyan understood what Kalista was crying.

"People wriggling me like it's all my fault." Calistas continue to sob. "Everybody on the talk should be like this. Bacot!" yelled at him suddenly.

"Everyone just knows how to talk" the boy growled next. "Everybody just knows how bad it is. Did I ever choose to be Mama's son? Did I ever become a concubine?! Never have! I never choose!"

"Calistas."

"Hiks." The boy's voice sounded even more terrifying to Rahadyan who could not be there hugging him. "What's the importance of knowing I'm hurt? If heartache is important, why do they talk to me this way when they know it makes heartache!"

"Not Papa." Rahadyan replied weakly. "And it wasn't Papa who said. Papa wants to know because—"

"What can Om do?!"

Maybe there really isn't.

Rahadyan's struggle so far, his attempt to conquer Kalista and attract his interest, Rahadyan felt it all meant nothing. It was just something Rahadyan did to comfort himself from guilt.

But ... even so ....

"I'll die for you, Baby Girl." Rahadyan smiled bitterly. "Papa will always give you my absolute best. Anything you need, Baby, anything."

"Who is also the—"

"You don't need Papa's heart because you don't hurt anything." Rahadyan clenched her hands tightly. "But, Kalista, that doesn't mean there's nothing Papa will do for you."

"...."

"What are you sad about, why? Because if you are sad, Papa will do all the ways to be sad you say. Whether it's going to cruise shopping, whether it's paying you guys like Agas over and over again, whether it's you're not seeing Papa, or whatever, Papa will love."

Jemari Rahadyan moved in the empty air as she imagined her hand grabbing onto Kalista right now, hugging her child tightly and lovingly.

"No matter where you are, son, no matter how you go to Papa, no matter what, there is a Papa for you. Your papa was not so good until you were sixteen years old. Your father is a jerk because you do not think about your feelings are empty from childhood. Your father that you hate. No matter what, it will always be there for you."

"Papa dear you. More than Papa dear anything. You're number one. Make Papa you're always number one."

Rahadyan closed her mouth, permeating her mind that was hugging Kalista there.

"Makanya believe, the only thing that will not hurt you like they hurt you, it's just Papa."

At the very least, Rahadyan would never call her a despicable descendant just because her mother was a prostitute who died of a venereal disease.

For Rahadyan, Calistas are Calistas. His kid.

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