My Daddy Is My Sugar Daddy
81. Party Dress

"Sorry." Rahadyan muttered a little while wrapping a bandage around Kalista's bruised wrist. "Sorry Papa."

Calistas turned their eyes without answering. Though he already said the grip of Rahadyan is indeed impregnated but does not make it disturbed.

A little pain is not enough to make a trauma cyst so there is nothing he needs to forgive.

Instead, the atmosphere between them became awkward. Kalista was confused as to how to treat Rahadyan.

Definitely not calling him Papa, whispered Kalista in him.

It was not enough to make Kalista feel they are a son and father. Don't blame Kalista. If the heart doesn't want it, it doesn't mean it doesn't want to, right?

"Ohiya," Rahadyan finished putting a bandage on her right wrist, "what if we go to the designer first?"

"Huh?"

"Working again outside, Papa anter you measure the body to the designer. Make your birthday dress later."

Slowly, Kalista's face became strange. What does it mean to go to a designer's birthday first? Buy the clothes!

"Also, because you already know about the surprise, mending all you discuss the same theme event organizer."

That's not what a wedding is?!

Kalista wanted to argue with many things, but the incident still made him confused what to talk to Rahadyan. The ends of the Kalista were silent, not moving when Rahadyan leaned towards him to attach the Kalista seatbelt.

"Papa can't wait for the show." Rahadyan smiled brightly. "You'll be the most beautiful, Papa promised."

There's something stuck in Kalista's throat. Makes him feel uncomfortable.

Anyway for now let's switch eyes, so as not to see Rahadyan.

*

"Mas Rahad." A woman dressed in fashionable and formal clothes immediately came to greet them as soon as Kalista's foot passed the boutique door.

Rahadyan ruffled her waist as soon as the woman stopped in front of them.

"I told you not to call me Rahad. My name's not old-fashioned like that, Midget."

He laughed sweetly. "Mas Rahad long time no see but already very old, well. You're fifty-five if you're not wrong?"

Rahadyan glared, but then snorted unconcernedly. He looked at Kalista who was looking at them without any interest.

"Calista, this—"

"Hello, Kalista. My name—ah, not. My name is Aca, which has an ACA boutique as well. Rahad said you want to make a dress, huh? Come, ayok. I made an example of that."

Rahadyan sneered, "Sok-sokan I-elo is the same young man. Inget. About like an SD child, forget about grandma."

"Hahaha, Kalista is so sweet."

Aca pulls Kalista while ignoring Rahadyan completely and Kalista complies because she does not want to talk much.

This shop looks pretty fancy. Although Kalista is not too familiar with the brand name of Aca, but maybe this is a famous place.

She was taken to a room inside the boutique, where she found three mannequins, each with a beautiful knee-length dress.

"There's three?" ask Kalista though actually not too curious.

Rahadyan smiled at him. "The father asked. Let me choose."

Then Aca began to explain the three differences in the design of the dress and each of its advantages. Kalista just silently looked, because Kalista did not like party dresses.

Well, if asked to choose, Kalista prefers to buy t-shirts and home shorts that can be worn everywhere.

"So, where do you want to choose?"

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