My Daddy Is My Sugar Daddy

My Daddy Is My Sugar Daddy
125. Unimportant Information


"Kalista, I just want to say that ...." The Director gulped, not expecting to be nervous in front of his student to apologize about yesterday's incident. "I'm sorry to make you sad."


Kalista. "No pa-pa, ma'am."


"Well, it's not 'no pa-pa'. I make you sad, disappointed because of my attitude." Director Ma'am squeezed her hands against each other and slightly lowered her head as if she was not as confident as usual. "To be honest, Girl, I'm a bit clumsy."


"Eh?"


"You could say 'Mother Director' is different from me, Winnie without the title of Director." The woman laughed half grimacingly. "Then you brought me a gift, that's what I'm happy about."


Kalista.


"One of the best moments of my life, my student squirms waiting in front of the apartment just to give me a gift for fear I think he's lying. I would have understood if there were no souvenirs. I'm so glad you think I'm all that."


The Director smiled weakly.


"But I want you to go to your father first. I don't want to let me mention your Papa position, so that's special for you. That's why I asked you to come home. Not because I'm not a smug."


"...."


"Sorry."


Calistas pursed their lips and glanced at Agas. To be honest, Agas told me that that night he asked the Director to be cold.


But well, it would be a lie to say Kalista didn't think that the Director's mom was fed up with her.


"I'm sorry, too, Mom." Kalista tried to smile. "I'm bothering you just because you're good to me, as a teacher."


Mrs Director was stunned.


"Honestly, I don't want to admit this, don't like other people think this but I realize that I'm .. super sad."


"Kalista—"


"Mom, I get it." Kalista raised her hand, preventing the woman from giving her unnecessary entertainment. "I'm also not the Kalista that others think I am. I'm not a bitch that bodo very much with other people, pede streets while being called cheap."


To be honest, Kalista was just pretending. He always felt depressed and refused to admit it because it was sad and weak. Therefore Kalista always be rude, lewd and dare to speak out so that no one is aware that he is alone.


In the last sentence Kalista hesitated, because Bu Director actually looked at him as if Kalista spewed out something that was quite heartbreaking.


"I'm wrong, Mom?" ask Kalista carefully, afraid if he even offended.


The Director suddenly cleared his throat. And to his surprise, the woman rubbed the corner of her eyes, wiping away a trace of sadness.


"Mother why?" ask Kalista again, don't understand.


"I have no idea" he replied faintly. "Calistas, it's not just you who's freak in this world."


"Eh?"


"In fact, I think nine out of ten people try to be something much different from themselves to be accepted by anyone. So, you're not wrong if you caper to anyone."


But why does the Director look sad?


"I also often feel I'm too confident up front while in there, I'm not sure." The Director smiled wryly. "And frankly, I'm also just a lonely woman who is happy because there is one student who is obsessed with me. So .. I can say I am sad. A little too much."


Eh? Isn't that the same as Miss Director said she doesn't mind Kalista's behavior?


The two women dissolve in heart-to-heart talk until they do not realize that everyone has pulled over.


In the back, Rahadyan whose intention was to directly invite her new boyfriend to a date and buy him all things including a doll shop with her saleswoman all over—kini actually pensive to hear the conversation Kalista and Bu Director.


"Of." Sergio patted Rahadyan on the shoulder. "I know you're into her but just a little and unimportant information ... I have a boyfriend from Paris."


Rahadyan. Damn, it seems obvious he likes the Director?!


"Then, can I give you some information as well?" timpal Agas was surprising. "To my knowledge, Miss Director once rejected three proposals from three 'very' rich men with the words 'marriage hinders her career'."


Rahadyan did not want to thank that annoying information.


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