The Baby's Father -Shawn Mendes (ENG)

PROLOGUE

You said "I wanna get to know ya".
Why you gotta get my hopes up?
You said that you were staying over.
But then I wake up to the cold air.

How could you make me believe?
That there was something in between you and me.
I look around and I don't see you.

Where were you in the morning, baby?
You didn't leave your number for me.
Left me without a warning, baby.
I said, where were you in the morning, baby?

And how do you, how do you just walk away?

(Where were you in the morning by Shawn Mendes)

***

You suddenly stop your activity when you hear that song on the radio. You were cooking for breakfast as the song comes up. The radio start playing that song louder as you unwittingly turn up the volume nearly to the max.

You don't like that song, but you neither hate it. Every time you hear that song, you always lost your mind for a moment and cry. That song makes you remember something in your past. Something unexpected that is still hard for you to believe.

"Huwaaa!!! Maamaa!!! Huwaaa!!!"

In the middle of the song, you hear a sound of a baby crying. Oh! That's your baby girl who is crying on her high chair. She's crying because she suddenly heard a loud sound from the radio. You hold her and trying to calm her down.

While you trying to calm her down, you look at your baby carefully. She has brown eyes and dark brown hair, while yours is completely black. Her skin complexion is fair light almost pink, while yours is light brown. She doesn't look like any common babies in your country, Indonesia.

Your tear drip as you remember something about that song related to your baby. You start singing that song along with the radio, and your baby stop crying. You knew it would work, because it often happens. Your baby always become emotional and tantrum when she hear that song, but she doesn't hate it. She has a strong connection with you so that she can feel the same with you.

Yeah, you secretly loves that song. Even though it always makes you cry every time you hear it, you still listening to that song. You feel like you're a part of that song and you think that song was made for you. And it's hard to believe that it is... Yeah, that song was literally made for you.

"Hey sweetie, do you want to know something about this song?" You talk to your 5-month-old baby as if she could understand.

"You won't understand now, but someday you will. This song has a secret that related to you. Something that's still hard for Mommy to believe until now..." you looked down at the radio that still playing that song.

"That song was made for me, by your father, ..." you stop your sentence for a while.

"... Shawn Mendes." you end your sentence by mentioning a name. A name of your baby's father.

"Mommy will tell you a story behind that song while making breakfast" you put her back to her high chair as the radio stop playing that song.

"It's a really long story, you better not fall asleep while listen to it"

"Daadaa! Daadaa!" Your baby says a word, responding to you.

"Yeah, it's a story about your Daddy. You will know who is your Daddy. Promise me you won't cry when you hear it, ok sweetie?" You ask that to your baby, but you yourself have already want to cry.

She nodded as if she understand what you are talking about. You kiss her and continue your cooking.

"Okay... the story goes to a year ago, in Malibu".