My Daddy Is My Sugar Daddy
38. Sorry or Not?

"You know Narendra glorifies themselves more above all things."

Rahadyan pensively thought about Agas' words to her.

"A Narendra is even forbidden from bowing to the Queen of the United Kingdom. They don't bow down to anyone and never will. You know, right?"

Rahadyan sighed.

"I came as Narendra's deputy, sir, so I took Narendra's pride. Please don't bother my job too much unless there really is a problem."

"Miss Kalista cried not because I said she didn't know herself, but I said Miss deserves the love of her family. After all, your relationship with Miss is indeed bad, so it's very easy for this kind of thing to happen."

Agas silenced Rahadyan with a stark reality.

A billion dollars doesn't lie, that's the point.

But because of that Rahadyan became pensive considering the cry of Kalista. He was so sad and hurt.

Actually Rahadyan knew that the boy was not as strong as he seemed. He was hurt by many things around him. Especially Rahadyan.

Rahadyan sighed for the umpteenth time. Getting out of bed, Rahadyan came out of the room and was immediately confronted by her son's room.

In front of the room was Agas standing guard.

"Calistas are sleeping?"

"Already, sir."

The hours of Narendra's bodyguard are set. From four in the morning to nine in the evening. It happened Rahadyan came out one minute before nine, until when the clock pointed to a predetermined time, Agas resigned.

"I'm sorry, then."

Rahadyan looked at the young man's back in frustration. Can not be denied, indeed his charisma he did not play games. He looked only one level below the original Narendra.

Obviously Kalista likes it.

Rahadyan snorted at that annoying fact, silently pushing the door of Kalista's room open.

Rahadyan approached her daughter. Sitting looking at his innocent face in the middle.

"I—Papa apologize, Kalista."

Rahadyan reached out without hesitation to her son's face. Caress her delicate cheeks and remember it flushed when she was angry or crying.

"Papa's sorry ain't no shit."

He is a presence that suddenly appears in Rahadyan's life. No wind no rain, Sukma Dewi came to ask her son to be taken care of because he would soon die.

Rahadyan once again said she could not believe it, but when she saw this child, it felt like all of Rahadyan's world had changed.

O Allah. Rahadyan rubbed her own face. Calling his God even as an individual can be said to be far from religion.

Flashing in Rahadyan's mind, if only he had known sooner. At least when the age of Kalista is still a few months, a year or two years.

Sixteen years he grew up alone, just like his mother.

Rahadyan quietly clasped Kalista's hand.

It makes no sense that he could actually call me Papa.

Sixteen years is one-quarter the age of humans in general. If Kalista lived to the age of sixty years, it means that one-fourth of his life contains the emptiness of Rahadyan.

Not a minute.

"What do you say to me?" Rahadyan muttered in that void. "Sorry Papa? But Papa knows he won't pantes. Go on, don't you excuse me, Papa?"

But Rahadyan wants her relationship with Kalista not to drag on in this hatred.

Then what should he be?

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