Suddenly a HOT DADDY
Chapter 41 ~ The Protector

The thunderous applause boomed as the horse Izora was riding on had reached the finish line first. Zora hugged the horse, kissed it while gently stroking, “Thanks, Heroku!”

The girl turned around, looking down at the man who was catching up with her. Regret clearly shone from the man's face.

“Zora!” the cheers of the spectators proudly aired on that scorching afternoon.

Zora chuckled, adjusting her breath that was still panting, wiping away the sweat with her long arms. Raise your thumb in front of Adhras, then turn it down. That girl's face looks annoying. “You lost Adhras! Fun, have a baker for one month!” zora clapped her hands excitedly.

Still showing a look of annoyance, suddenly Adhras's gaze bowed as Lala stood upright while looking up at him, “Down!” lala's decree pointed with her eye movements.

Inevitably the man immediately got off his horse, standing lazily in front of Lala. Unexpectedly, a hard slap he got on his right cheek.

“How dare I have a betting plan to kiss my son! What do you think my daughter is, huh?! Just be careful how you dare to do anything. I broke your neck. No matter who you are!” firmly the woman glared sharply.

Lala circulated her gaze to Zora's friends, who were now elbowing each other. No one dared to open their voices.

“Zora, home!” lala said without turning her head, immediately waltzing away leaving them all.

“Udah, disperse! Disbanding. Adhras, bet is off!” Izora got off her favorite horse. Then lead the four-legged animal following the mother. “Ah, address failed to have this fixer!” gerutu Zora who knows not the purpose of the mother. Since long ago, the woman would never allow Zora to be close to any man. Whatever the reason.

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Long boots attached to her feet, Zora picks up a haystack in the shed and puts it into a trolly. Zora stepped cheerfully while humming.

Excitedly, the girl filled the source of the horse food in each of the stables. Especially his favorite horse. “Hero! Food coming!” yells.

Hero—sang horse who was having a comfortable ride, immediately went to his master. Zora smiled, gently stroking the horse's head. Both of them seem to have a bond, because of their togetherness for many years.

“Eat a lot!” said Zora avenged the animal.

It had become his custom, helping the mother take care of the master's horses. After school, he would have replaced his mother. The girl was so stubborn, not wanting the mother to be exhausted.

Finished with his task, he returned home. A very simple house, yet so well maintained and clean. Very comfortable for them to live in. Despite frequent derision from their neighbors, fellow workers at the horse farm. But, Zora was already ignorant of it all. It's just that, Zora often finds her mother crying alone.

“Who my lovely mama is!” praise the girl cheerfully.

Yeah, that's their day. A strong girl who never complained or grieved in front of her mother.

As the night wore on, Zora sat facing the dining table with her mother.

“Zora, don't ever have another affair the same ...”

“Male!” serobot Zora cuts Lala's speech. He memorized his mother's warnings every day.

“Well, it knows. Why did you dare to bet?” lala squinted her eyes.

“Quiet aja, Ma. Before I was able to match her abilities. He's just a fingernail!” Zora pointed at the tip of her pinky fingernail.

Lala exhaled heavily, looking at her mere puppet princess with a pushy gaze, “Don't underestimate the men, Zora. They can do reckless. Mom doesn't want you to do anything. Mama only has you,” she said gently as she touched Zora's arm.

“Yes, my dear mama. Sorry Zora. Next time I won't pay.”

Just finished saying suddenly sounded the door banging violently. The two women of different ages stared at each other in the midst of his shock. Even food in the mouth, until they stop chewing.

“Mama is here. Bring a sharp weapon or anything that can protect Mama,” orders the girl to move immediately. Zora, always been the guardian angel for her mother.

He also took a rope and a broom as a tool of self-protection. His footsteps were so slow, so as not to make a sound.

The banging on the door of the house was getting deafening. Zora looked at the mother who was already holding a kitchen knife in hand. Only one of Zora's hands extended out to touch the door handle, even with a thumping chest.

Connect~

Uncle Ric has no rations. 😌