My Daddy Is My Sugar Daddy
52. Never Wanted To Have

That means Rahadyan hired that expensive bodyguard for Kalista? Just because of that?

He .... He ....

"He's crazy, huh?" The kalista scrunched his forehead inexhaustibly. "People dapet 1 AD to live a year two years he uses a month doang? Maddened. You crazy Om!"

Sergio dropped himself onto the sofa by the window, full of resignation. "I said Om Rahadyan was crazy. Yaiya money that much for him is very small, but not that time also."

Kalista's lips pouted on the fact that Agas was really expensive.

Actually, it's appropriate for a man like Agas. It is he expensive. But, Kalista meant, why did Rahadyan do that?

"According to you why—"

"Calistas!"

Sergio's room door was suddenly slammed open, revealing Rahadyan's figure as if chased by a mad dog.

He gasped for breath looking at them, but immediately glared at the shuddering Sergio. "Sergio, you son of a bitch!"

"Not me, Om!" Sergio jumped away from Kalista as if he would be cursed if he approached. "Calistas who enter here by themselves! Swear, Om, swear!"

"Have, bacot! You tuh—"

Rahadyan's shout stopped because she saw Kalista silently looking at her. And as if the tantrum was a lie, Rahadyan cleared her throat, looking at her son more gently.

"Kalista, you can't go to a boy's room alone. No, the rame-rame is also not allowed but alone especially."

Kalista's mouth was pouting. His forehead folded on Rahadyan until the man was nervous.

What else now? Is he going to cry saying he's the son of a despicable mistress so please forgive him?

Or will he scream saying Rahadyan is so useless that someone then stop living?

Rahadyan tensed up thinking that.

Didn't know that Kalista looked at him because he was busy thinking about other things.

Wh why? Kalista still did not understand how many times he tried to think about it.

Thank you for bringing Kalista together with her idol Agas, but why did she pay such an expensive person just to accompany Kalista fantasizing every day?

"Calista, ahem." Rahadyan was so tense that she cleared her throat repeatedly.

Approached by her daughter slowly, do not know whether she turned into a pitiful cat or a vicious cat.

"This, Son. I'm not looking for you, am I."

Who knows he's madly arranged, should not enter Sergio's room. Although he can't, but he can't go berserk.

"I don't want to say you're wrong. That is, if you want to chat with Sergio should be the same Agas, continue if you can not ngobro—mean, if you can outside, in front of the TV. Let you also be—"

"Of."

Rahadyan gasped at the sound of her son. "What?" reply he was spontaneous, staring carefully.

Don't rampage, don't rampage, don't rampage. That's what Rahadyan muttered like a spell.

But, he also muttered do not cry, do not cry, do not cry, because lately Kalista so often do that.

Both of them do not.

Meanwhile, Kalista increasingly frowned at his thoughts.

He did not like the thing that came to his mind right now, but Kalista also wanted to ask him for a reason.

And then in the end ....

"Om can't I be Om's son?"

Rahadyan heard it.

Oh my God, what else is this kid going to do?

"What do you mean?" Rahadyan was getting anxious to hear it. "You're my son. Obviously my son. Not a fuss."

"But Om didn't want my Mama."

Jamb.

Rahadyan cleared her awkwardly. "I-it—"

"You never want me to exist, do you?"

"Kalista—"

"Javab aja."

Rahadyan sighed, but quietly nodded.

Yes, he never wanted the existence of Kalista in the world.

In fact, he never thought he would have her.

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