FIDWTGM!

C106-C107

There was a terrible silence at the moment. It was my father staring at me with a look of surprise that broke the silence.

"Jubel, you just,..." My father's hard voice, I was chilled to the core when I realized what I had just done.

'I, what did you just do? Calling my father Daddy!'

Now is the point where only two months of adulthood remain. It was a time when I didn't understand what I said to him. My father, who had approached me, held my shoulder and asked.

"Did you remember?" A face that looks desperate even though it looks impatient without knowing.

'Why do you look like that?'

I don't know why, but my heart ached like it was going to break. The red color that soon came back to me with a headache.

At that time, I came to my senses by his voice calling me.

"Juvel, what did you just...? " His sighing seemed to make my heart less lucky, but after I had already done it. I didn't want to blow the chance.

'Yes, shame is for a moment! Let me be honest with you this time.'

I opened my mouth with that determination.

"Oh, I'd like to call you that." I must have said very finely, but ah, his eyes grew bigger. I was afraid you'd tell me what I was doing that didn't fit my age.

"I see." Soon his eyes bent gently and a warm smile stayed on his beautiful face. That sweet smile touched the young heart that had been buried in my deep consciousness with your gentle eyes looking at me.

'Actually, I always wanted to call my father so softly, like any good girl.'

Somehow it felt like a child's whining, so I couldn't tell what was in my heart. Then, he opened his mouth.

"If you want to, call me that." I opened my eyes wide at the unbelievable words, but I could not overcome the growing feeling and shed tears.

"Juvelian?"

I have to pretend to be calm at my father's call, "Yes." One burst of emotion swept me out of control like a suddenly swollen river. I finally began to sob my mouth shut with my hands. As I suddenly burst into tears and my father called me over and over again.

"Juvelian, why are you doing that? Where are you sick?" I thought I had to stop crying over and over again, but the kind of inquisitive question that stimulated my tear glands.

'Do you know what? It was so easy, but it was too difficult for me.'

I was afraid that you would reject me like that day, so I couldn't help but look at it. It was just my best to follow in your footsteps.

"Tell me what's going on," I stared at him at my father's question. Although it wasn't a warm tone, there was concern in his eyes.

''Can I still do it?'' He asked with a curious look.

"What?''

"Is it okay to call you Daddy?'' At my sobbing question he looked at me silently, then nodded slowly.

"Of course," he patted me once on the head after he had said. It was an awkward and careful hand, but it was so desperate for me as a child.

I knew.

Now I said I don't need your love, but it's just a self-defense.

Actually, I still liked you.

I ended up sobbing.

My father just stared at me silently and held my hand. Although there were no words of consolation or even hugs, it was a turning point in a new relationship for our clumsy and inexperienced woman.