My Daddy Is My Sugar Daddy
79. The Grave Pilgrimage

Come to think of it, this is the third time they have driven together after Rahadyan yesterday picked her up from school and when Rahadyan picked her up from the tomb of Sukma Dewi.

Rahadyan glanced at her son repeatedly, while the boy was still looking out the window.

Is she feeling sad because she is going to visit her mother's grave?

"Ehem." Rahadyan pretended to be stirring in order to attract his attention. "Calistas."

The boy glanced.

"As for Papa's future wife, who you asked yesterday—you want what do you think?"

Kalista's gaze would usually be cynical or at least scornful of Rahadyan's questions, but this time he just stared flatly as if he had no concern even for insult.

"Why do you think it's me?"

"Obviously Papa nanya you. She'll be—" So Mama for you is what Rahadyan almost said but immediately stopped by instinct.

Hmmm, don't be. Don't say that. Kalista loved Sukma Dewi very much and did not seem to want to have a replacement, so he certainly did not want to have a new Mama.

"I mean Papa," Rahadyan revised his words, "how will he interact with you later, so I have to ask your opinion."

"Whatever Om." Kalista threw away his face.

"You don't have an opinion at all? Simple as a kayak, you want him not much to say, or you want him who obeys religion. Your opinion, Papa wants to know."

"Whatever Om."

Rahadyan sighed. At least, stubborn Kalista did not disappear.

I think he's in a bad mood now. Yes, her name is also female. Especially at the age of puberty, so it is only natural that he likes to change is not clear.

"Ah, should we stop by for flowers?" asked Rahadyan at once to divert the conversation.

Going to the cemetery for the pilgrimage usually bring flowers.

"No need," replied Kalista lazily.

"Why?"

"Mama won't wake up writhing the flowers, so it's no use."

His car quickly arrived at the funeral Sukma Dewi was located. Rahadyan came down after Kalista, although in his heart he did not feel good coming without bringing flowers.

It feels like a necessity to respect.

Rahadyan's gaze was fixed on her son's expression. Unable to hide, the sadness on Kalista's face was evident as they approached the tomb.

When they almost reached the cemetery ... The calistas suddenly stopped.

The boy stood looking at his mother's grave with an expression that slowly grew colder.

"Make what?" he whispered almost inaudible.

But Rahadyan heard and understood the meaning.

The grave, unlike last time, had its soil treated. The grass has even grown well on it, while the surrounding is given a protector.

The part of the name that was yesterday just plugged in with the board has now been changed into marble.

It was all on Rahadyan's orders.

"There's no harm in taking care of your Mama's grave. So Papa—"

"Whispering."

Rahadyan.

His eyes pushyly stared at Kalista who suddenly lowered her head, bluffing her teeth as if she was holding back in anger.

Kalista's hands clenched tightly and somehow her anger slowly turned into hatred.

"Well!" Kalista let out a rough sigh before suddenly chuckling. "It sure tastes good if everything is spared the same money."

"Kalista—"

"Om has no sin even if the woman is pregnant with Om's child, because Om is rich. Yeah, yeah, yeah, Om doesn't know. Don't know at all. The wrong mom. You mistress doesn't know herself."

Rahadyan's mouth clenched without making a sound.

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