My Daddy Is My Sugar Daddy
58. Thrilling Dating

"Om pick me up just to eat here?!"

Kalista was so in disbelief that he looked at Rahadyan as if he was sure his brain was dusty.

"Om guess I have time to follow Om crazy here?! Continue, Brother Agas also—"

"Calistas." Rahadyan cut Kalista's words quietly, then looked at her full of mysterious impressions.

At least, for Kalista it was mysterious.

Eyes that radiate affection. Eyes that emit curiosity but the slightest bit does not interfere actually make it disturbed.

The eyes that looked at him as if the Kalista was an adorable little creature, and the whole Kalista mistake was a lie.

That's very mysterious.

"I—. Not me." Rahadyan cleared her throat, then reviewed a small smile. "Papa wants to spend the same time with you."

Kalista jaws will fall again. He can only express 😳 to Rahadyan.

But, Kalista could not speak but was fixated on sincerity in Rahadyan's eyes which seemed to tell that she was very serious.

"Well, frankly, we don't know each other. In some aspects. So, I'm L—ehem, meaning Papa wants to talk to you for a minute."

Calista's hands suddenly trembled.

He wanted to shout saying Rahadyan must have gone mad. He must have lost some important bolts in his head to act so insane.

Kalista also wants to say that he does not want to know each other. Bodo is very if they do not know each other.

However ....

But instead Kalista's hands trembled, her mouth locked.

His eyes were fixed on the food plate, not knowing what else to say.

Unfortunately, there are those who Kalista does not know.

It was the fact that Rahadyan's heart was more timid than his own.

The man was smiling casually, when in fact he was nervous to death. It was like being on a date, but it was also different because it was a special 'date' with her ferocious daughter.

To get to know each other. To start a real relationship. To be open and loving as father and son.

It's all a lot scarier than just a first date with a foreign woman.

That's what the Director told him as an advisor.

"Well he keeps away from you, does that change the fact that he's your son? Child yes son. As long as you don't become the trash that left him, that means you're still his father."

Rahadyan looked at her son's face carefully.

Kalista's eyebrows are very similar to his eyebrows, although they are also curved more sharply. The way he was quieter, but his nose line couldn't lie that it was imitating Rahadyan.

His kid.

The existence that he never knew except when the Goddess Sukma came with the news of death.

"What do you like to eat?" asked Rahadyan, opening the casual chat she wanted.

But that question was immediately cancelled for Rahadyan himself, because that's not an important question now.

No. gabe. There's something else to ask first.

"Your mama" Rahadyan cleared her throat briefly and awkwardly, "she ever said anything about Papa?"

Kalista gasped at hearing that. Though he was still thinking whether to answer the question of what to eat, but suddenly Rahadyan changed the question.

And that's about Mama.

Calista's lips trembled faintly before his mouth opened answering, "Rarely."

It's rare. If anything, the talk will be short because Kalista does not like to talk about it.

"That means ever?" That was Rahadyan's reply.

Kalista looked at him with a look of judging eyes.

"Why indeed?" Kalista's voice sounded calmer than usual. Although it also cannot be called soft, because it leads to cold.

"He told you there why he didn't ask Papa for responsibility?"

Calista's lips pouted. It didn't sound special in his ears at all.

"Don't you know why?"

Kalista bet if Rahadyan must have understood why.

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