My Daddy Is My Sugar Daddy
20. Chicken Pants

Sergio exhaled a sigh of relief after successfully escaping the threat of murder.

Hufh, it is not in vain also Sergio listened to Kalista. Actually Sergio is a good boy and very obedient, but it's precisely because it—just because his life back is so monotonous, Sergio instead immediately entertained on the adrenaline around Kalista.

Hehe, though not funny if it's true Rahadyan whipped him with a buckle.

Rahadyan had to lie down in the room overnight to relieve her constant headaches.

The single but single-born man woke up early, determined strongly that today he had to make sure Kalista did nothing with Sergio.

Time bodolah he cry. Whatever. Rahadyan made up her mind not to be consumed by her son's deceit again.

His intention.

Actually ....

"Hiks."

Rahadyan peeked out from the door of Kalista's room that was not fully closed, convinced that she had indeed heard the sound of someone crying.

Slowly, very slowly, Rahadyan pushed the door open. More clearly heard and even saw that his daughter was indeed crying.

She slept on the sofa with her bed, covered in blankets while crying very slowly. His hand operated the phone, sliding the screen to the right occasionally to change the photos there.

Kalista's photo with the woman who also looks somewhat similar to him.

Sukma Goddess.

"Hiks, bego." He cursed. "Why did you leave me?"

He seemed to whine very upset at that fact. Almost like a person who is angry because someone made a mistake when he could not make a mistake.

Rahadyan would not let out a restless breath. He should have known that this kid missed his mom amazingly. Of course if he's not bothering Rahadyan, he's crying.

In the morning.

"Of."

Rahadyan's gaze instantly shifted to the hallway, where Sergio appeared in a casual suit just waking up.

"What?" asked Rahadyan ketus. From now on Sergio is his enemy.

Especially after yesterday he threatened Rahadyan to report to the police if he was hit.

Cih, you children of today. Rahadyan was beaten by a broom until she was broken and relaxed. It hasn't been hit yet to report to the police.

"I was told to wake up Kalista, Om. He said breakfast."

"No need. He will wake up by himself. There."

Shu-shu. The evil spirit bullies.

No matter how Sergio's persecuted expression was, Rahadyan had to do his best to expel him.

But when Sergio was gone, Rahadyan pretended to knock on Kalista's room door.

The boy immediately hid his cellphone, pulled a blanket to close it to his eyes.

"Calistas." Rahadyan will pretend not to see him cry. "Let's have breakfast."

"No." The boy answered much more narrowly than the way Rahadyan answered Sergio. "Not bother. There go."

Rahadyan would have been annoyed if she had not just heard this child crying.

Well, even though it was very unpleasant, but Kalista's attitude was also because Rahadyan had never been a father to him before.

Of course, Rahadyan didn't do it on purpose, but indeed what could a fifteen-year-old understand?

"You," Rahadyan secretly felt awkward talking normally to her, "do you want to shop?"

"No."

"Don't you say you want my morotin? You said you wanted to spend my money." Rahadyan cleared her throat, feeling strange but still she said so that this child did not contemplate alone in the room. "I happen to have a lot of money."

Kalista's head instantly emerged from the blanket.

But not saying okay, but saying, "What amount of money, anyway? I have five million in my chicken piggy bank!"

Rahadyan cleared her throat once again.

"With chicken you can buy a yacht?"

The boy jumped out of his place. "I want to get ready so Om get out there!"

Money is everything, Rahadyan said proudly.

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