Father To Sapphira
Child Candidate Cajoling

Still PoV Rendy

Arrive at the shop. The atmosphere is still a bit quiet. There were only a few buyers who stopped by. Likewise with Zein's workshop which is located right next to the shop.

I approached Zein who was sitting leaning on the front bench of the stall. He looks stuck on his phone. Occasionally a smile was etched on his face.

"Again, bro ?". I put my ass right next to her.

He's a little shocked. Maybe he was so focused on his phone that he was not aware of my arrival.

"Eh, bang Rendy. Not really, bang. Just look at the funny video". The answer is a little nervous. He then turned off his phone screen and kept his phone in his pants pocket. "What do you drink, bang ?"

"Coffee items only, Zein". Message her. He then passed inside.

I'm impressed with him. Although he was young, he never looked embarrassed to help his parents serve buyers when his workshop was quiet. Especially now that his parents' stalls have provided food, whose fans are dominated by women. He was unable to serve their orders in a friendly manner. Maybe it's also one of the strategies he markets his good looks.

"That's it, really... It turns out there was Papa. Fia thought Fia was wrong". I flinched hearing Sapphira screeches. His face looked very happy. Aaahs. I will always miss him as he seems.

"Here baby..." I patted the empty place next to me to sit.

"Fia get the book first yeah, Pa. Fia is still working on PR. Trus heard Papa's voice". He said as he passed inside after getting a nod from me.

"Firaaa. Don't run - run. You can fall down later". Zein said as he almost hit Safira who was in a hurry to get into the shop. Zein stood in the doorway staring at Safira who ignored his words then shook his head. "This is bang, coffee. The cake was eaten too". He placed a cup of coffee in front of me and a small plate filled with the same cake that Sapphira had brought while they were playing in the park.

"Thanks, man". I answered while sliding the coffee cup. I close my nose to the top of the cup that's still puffing the coffee vapour. Aaahs. Just inhaling the aroma alone can make the mind a little calm.

"Papa... " Safira came with her book and stationery and placed it on my front desk. He chose to sit across from me. Maybe because Zein had already occupied his seat earlier.

"It's a cake made by Mother, Pa. Fia helped him out, too. Mother said, this is a new recipe from the store". He shifted the small plate next to my coffee cup. Then refocus on his work. "Tasted, Pa. Also yesterday Papa did not eat the cake that Fia brought". Again without looking.

I stared at the cake in front of me and then turned to look at Safira who was focused on doing her schoolwork. "This is really the same Mother Fira who made ?" My God to get his attention.

Safira glanced at me sharply while frowning. "Tell Mother. Papa will not believe if this cake Mother made. Even though Fia has said to Papa if Fia also helps Mother make this cake". He then snarled. It seems that talking to every girl should always be careful in sorting words. Not only the adult, the little girl before me now also looks sensitive.

Zein sniggered next to me. He shook his head at the adorable behavior of his nephew. "Udah, bang. Taste the cake first. Ntar Fira crashing, loh. Difficulty persuading".

"Bang, dong's tire patch". Shouted a man as he pushed his deflated-looking motorcycle on his rear tire. Behind the man was a woman with an annoyed face looking exhausted.

"OK, bang". Zein replied as he gave his hand. "Bang, I'm staying first, yeah". His sidewalk while pointing at the direction of the workshop and passed.

"Papa don't keep seeing Fia. The cake was eaten. Later on lalet loh. Can be redundant cake made by Mother".

I was amazed to hear it. His gaze did not turn away from his duty at all. But it was as if he could see my every move staring at him. Really, Risa's psychic-like talent had decreased to her. He made me misbehave, until I spontaneously scratched my neck that is not itchy at all.

"Why the hell, Papa never want to eat food made by Mother ?". This time he looked at me sharply.

Aaahs. This little girl always made me have to think hard to reply to her sentence. "Mh... Not that, honey. That's... A... What is... ?" Huh... I was confused as to what answer. I don't know why every Risa gives me food I don't eat. Not that I don't appreciate his work. It's just that, if it's near Risa, my brain seems full of all the desire to make her happy. To look at her baby-like face. I don't think my mind can turn away from him.

"Huh... Even dumbass, anyway. Fia eat the cake". Sapphira began to grab the small plate of white chocolate cake in front of her.

With a quick movement and arrived - suddenly I again grabbed it from Sapphira. His eyes glare at me. Mouth gaping. "Let Papa eat. Fira would have often fumed cake made by Mother". I send the piece of cake. Then I put it slowly in my mouth. "Hm... So yummy". My mouth continues to chew until it consumes almost as much as the contents of the plate. A blend of creamy-tasting white chocolate and mette nuts plus savory chocochip. It feels so obvious and wants more. Again and again. Aaah, like a dope.

I put the plate down and changed it with a cup of coffee and sipped it. "aaah... Very nice, yes, the cake. The shop is always a visitor's rame". I looked at Safira's face so bright.

"Newly believe Papa kalo kalo cake made by Mother delicious". He smiled with satisfaction.

"believe me. The best cake made by Mother". I'm jawing her adorable chubby cheeks.

"Eh, Rendy... Sorry, Mom just finished making soup. Want to have lunch, all right ? It just so happens that today I cooked at the stall. I also set a table for us to eat". Said the mother who was in the doorway.

"May, Mum. This laper is again". Cepet welcome. It seems like a good time to convey my point.

"Fira call Om Zein, yeah. Say we eat together". Mother's orders to Sapphira were carried. Safira closed her writing book and took it towards the workshop.

I followed mom in. We gathered in the shop. At the corner table the stalls are neatly arranged rice and side dishes that I think are very tempting. Sambal paste with cassava leaf decoction. There are leaf lalapan lettuce, cucumber and cabbage. Aahs... This perfect dish.

"Kurukk... ". My stomach cannot be conditioned immediately. "Hehey... It's a laper, sir, ma'am". I said quickly when I found my stomach was ringing.

"Please eat Nak Rendy". Continue to the Father while offering dishes and bowls of rice.

I immediately greeted him with enthusiasm. I scoop rice to my plate. Then take the sambal and the side dish. "Let's Sir, Ma'am. Eat". I ate immediately after asking permission first. I am used to Risa's family. Even from school, I often stopped by his house just for lunch.

"You want some soup, too, Ren ?".

"Eng... No need, Mom. It's more steady". My heart was quick when Mom wanted to get up from her seat. "Mom enjoy eating it first".

"Damn... Papa eat don't take Fia with him". I looked at the source of the voice behind me.