My Daddy Is My Sugar Daddy
2. The Quiet One There

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."

Rahadyan gasped at the words.

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."

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.

Rahadyan knew Kalista was experiencing this because of her mistake. Therefore Rahadyan will certainly be responsible, take care of and care for him, not even abandon him.

Yeah, hopefully he'll change too. So be a little sane.

"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.

Rahadyan will do her best to take on this responsibility.

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