My Daddy Is My Sugar Daddy
5. I Don't Like Ice Cream

"You want nothing just call Aunty, Non. You also said."

Kalista nodded faintly at Bi Tina's words before the woman left, leaving her alone.

Kalista's view immediately swept through the room and inevitably judged how different the lives of his father and mother.

Rooms of this size, for Kalista and Sukma Dewi it is like a super luxurious house. Not only is it spacious to be used as a place to roll around, the walls are also clean without mold, every corner seems to be filled with piles of cardboard clothes, then the bed will also not be narrow slept two people.

There is AC too, muttered Kalista while staring at the AC that was right above his bed.

Kalista takes the remote on the bed, setting the temperature to be cooler because it is hot.

Then Kalista sat on the small sofa in front of the bed.

Then silence.

Silent.

Silent.

It was silent and suddenly her tears fell.

"What a good thing" Kalista wrote, cursing all the fancy things around him. "Well, why am I here if Mama doesn't exist? It's no use!"

What is comfortable.

What a big house.

Everything's empty. This spacious and cold and clean and luxurious place was empty.

There's nothing.

There was no Mama's voice, no Kalista's life, nothing that could make her feel like she was home.

"Bego!" Kalista once again cursed her mother with bitter and sad feelings. "Mama should have come here a long time ago! Mama shouldn't be a bad pel*cur!"

If this family is kind enough to accept Kalista, it means that if first Sukma Dewi admitted she was pregnant, surely she was accepted.

Surely he will not fight desperately so cheap women and eventually die of disease.

Kalista sat on the floor hugging her own knees, crying sobbing for not being able to handle this loneliness.

His heart is not calm. His soul is uncomfortable too. Kalista felt unable to accept that now this was his home, he had to stay here and there would be no more Goddess Sukma in his life.

Without Kalista realizing it, in front of the half-open door was Rahadyan and Raynar.

Raynar who saw his brother pensive by the cry spontaneously patted him on the shoulder.

"I know Brother emang rada is not sane from the first time. That's why Mama likes to be angry," he said sincerely and realistically. "But I also know Brother is not a person who will deliberately leave people, let alone his own son."

Rahadyan was somehow sad. There was a sense of unease in his heart that was suffocating due to Kalista's cry.

"Should I go and cheer her up?" Rahadyan could not hear him.

Although in him there is still a sense of 'strange' and 'do not believe' in the reality of the child's son, but Rahadyan's heart like to keep saying that the child should not cry.

Unfortunately, Raynar said, "I guess that's not a good idea."

Rahadyan looked at her sister. "Who knows he needs a hug. I mean .. nevermind."

"Obviously she needs to be hugged." Raynar folded his hands. "But it's more obvious he doesn't want a hugged brother."

A reality that is hard to dispute.

"Or," Rahadyan suddenly thought of another idea, "what if I buy him ice cream? Who knows if he's a whim?"

"Absolutely," Raynar replied with a big smile, "no."

Then his smile turned flat. "Did you think he was a baby? Can you please have some ice cream?"

Rahadyan tried to defend herself. "But she's a girl. Girls always like ice cream."

"But that doesn't mean—"

"Excuse me!" The two jumped in shock at the pressure-filled hoarse voice coming from inside Kalista's room.

I do not know since when the boy was standing by the door, holding his handle with a face full of wrath.

"I don't care what you guys want to talk about but if you can't go in front of people's rooms!!" shouted Calista full of emotion. "Where to go!"

As if it had been her room since birth, Kalista slammed the door.

And don't forget he left one more scream.

"BEGINNING TODAY I DON'T LIKE ICE CREAM!"

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