Father To Sapphira
Happy Family

Still PoV Rendy

I then took him to the car stand - mobilan. Safira noticed the cars that were there before riding them.

"Fia ride that one, Pa". Point it at the black and white jeep. A good choice. I think he'll pick the pink sedan in front of him. It turns out she's not as typical feminine as her mother.

I accept his request. Then take her to her car of choice. The owner of the stand tells Safira how to control it. I also pay attention to the direction given by the man who owns the stand to Safira. Safira's eyes could not be separated from the direction. Then Safira smoothly practiced the instructions he had just learned earlier.

I was amazed by his skills. Within five minutes he was able to control the car without any obstacles. I followed the direction the car was going. Fear also if suddenly something unexpected happened to Safira. Can run my life made by his mother because it has made his son wretched.

After being satisfied riding the car, Fira chose to play prostotan with other children. I just watched from the seat that was near the game. I glanced at the clock in my hand. At 12:15. It seems like time is going so fast. I waved at Safira as she turned her head towards me. As if understanding by the gesture I gave, he walked up to me.

"Fia's too fun to play, huh, Pa ? Sorry yes, Pa". Oh, my God, I'm not good with what he says. Buru - I hurriedly shook my head so as not to make him sad.

"No, honey. It's already in lunch time. Played first, yeah". I wiped the sweat on his face with my handkerchief.

Fira then grabbed her bag and took out the contents. Turns out he had a small towel with him. It's like a handkerchief. "Mother is ready for all the needs of Fia kok, Pa. Mother said, Fia can not make Papa bother. Because Papa never takes care of a child". He said as he rubbed the sweat on his face. Then he took out a bottle of bear-shaped drink from inside his bag and directly gulped it down.

"What did you bring, son ?". I tried to open the backpack shaped head of the minny mouse character. I was surprised to see the contents. There are wet and dry tissue. There's a supply box that I suspect is food. Also... Holy hooch! Wallet ? I looked at Safira while holding the wallet.

Safira who seems to know I mean immediately gave an explanation. "Mother said, Papa's money is not enough, or Papa forgot to bring a wallet. Trus we just walk - doang street without buying anything. So Mother take care - take care of this for Fia". My eyes widened to hear the innocent reply from the little girl before me. Risa's heart is making me ashamed in front of this little princess. Maybe he thought I would abandon his son. Haaa... Risa's... Risa's... This is how you think of me.

Safira grabbed the wallet I was holding and opened and took out the contents. "Who knows Mother Bawain Fia monopolistic money. Yeah, it's Pa. We need to check the truth of the money. Mommy could be lying to Fia".

Aaahs. He also said Fira. Who knows, Risa just put toy money in the wallet. Because I wanted to invite him to play. Aah, why don't you think about me, anyway. I waited for Safira to pull out the contents of the pocketbook.

The red money sheet. There are five sheets. Hold still. Seen, there's a safety thread. Diraba, there's a rough texture, visually impaired code. In terawang. I put the money in the sunlight. Again, I was flabbergasted at the authenticity of this money. Risa really equips Safira with real money. Damnit damnit!

"Why, Pa ?". Plain asking.

I smiled looking at his face. "What's wrong, baby. Uh, yes. This is Mommy bring what for Fira ?" I diverted this money from Sapphira. Although Sapphira has not fully understood Risa's intentions, but this can make me embarrassed.

"It's White Chocochip cake, Pa. It's delicious, Pa. Fia's favorite cake, Pa". His eyes looked bright at his favorite cake. He took a spoon from the cover. Then his hand pointed the spoon towards the cake. Hunt me hold that tiny hand to scoop it up.

"Eits. Patience first, baby. We should have lunch first. After eating, we eat this cake as a dessert. But first we look for musholla first for prayer". I remembered the contents of the Safira bag which also had a small bag filled with mucus. That means Risa wants her little daughter to not forget her obligation to worship. "Fira can still hold it or do we want to eat first ?". I also have to make sure Safira's stomach isn't empty. Because worshiping on an empty stomach will only damage concentration.

"Fia's not very laper yet, Pa". His smile proved that he was honest.

Aaa... Why there must be a Mbak - mbak kepo, anyway. My hand arrived - suddenly reflex scratched my head that did not feel itchy.

"Or don't - don't be a widower, huh ? Ouch... Want dong to be his successor's mom", his tone impressed made - make. I remember Wulan. He always spoke to me in this tone.

"I also want to be a surrogate mother for this beautiful sister. The father is also handsome". I shuddered with that compliment. I'm used to the word handsome. But somehow, when those who said it were able to make the fluff - the fluffy feathers bended me stood up.

"Sorry, Ma'am. My wife is resting at home. So it's my son's duty to take over". I said politely and gently. "Come, baby. Excuse Mommy. Let's". I grabbed Safira's hand and trained her towards the nearest Musholla.

Safira giggled after our distance with the women - the women were already far away. I looked at him in wonder. "Fira why, baby ?".

"Hehee... Papa funny. Aunty - aunty is Papa's godain. Hehee... " He shut his mouth, holding back laughter.

After finishing the prayer, we headed straight to the nearest angkringan for lunch. Our choice fell on chicken and orange juice. Safira seemed to enjoy the food. Sometimes he looks pungent when eating with sambal.

"aaah. Thank God, finally full". He said while cleaning his hands with tissue.

"Recarely full". Godaku while pointing to the robot bricklayer. He followed my index direction.

"Got ah, Pa. Later Fia can not eat cake made by Mother". Refuse smooth.

I just beat it with laughter. "After this, what are we going to play ?". I look around. Look at the game that exists.

"That's it, Pa. Let's sit down first". Safira sips half of its orange juice.

"OK on that". Reply relax.

For almost an hour we sat and told stories. Starting from school, Uti stalls to the work of Risa, the mother. His face will look serious when telling about his mother who is busy working.

Until we finally decided to try another game. He invited me to play a swing. Then blow the bubbles and lastly we ride odong - odong for a tour of the shop.

Time showed at four in the afternoon as we got off odong - odong. I took her home because she also needed to rest. His nap hour has been disrupted because of the fun of playing.

After taking Sapphira home and making sure she got some rest, I returned to my sister's house. My parents are not home. I haven't seen Sakha in a long time, my niece. It's still two years old. My brother has been married for almost seven years, but still has one child. She has PCOS and has difficulty getting pregnant. But with the patience of both sides, the Lord rewarded them with a baby whom they longed for.

"Hello hotshot... " I cried when I was at the door.