Novel & Cerita A Papa

All the things I had just packed were opened up and flung carelessly on the floor. "Justine! What right do you have to ask for a divorce from my son? You're just a rural girl from the countryside! If it weren't for Cameron liking you, could you have lived such a good life for so many years? "We've had to provide for you for so many years, and now you want a divorce! If you want to divorce, you have to pay back all the money Cameron has spent on you over the years!" Betty screeched. Ronald Zucker, my father-in-law, piped up from the side, "You even aborted Cameron's child! That was the grandson we had been waiting for for three years! How could you be so heartless?"

Papa. Richard Pete stood on the threshold, still in his dark chauffeur’s uniform, his cap clutched in work-roughened hands. He looked smaller than I remembered, older, his face etched with worry lines deeper than the last time I’d seen him – probably driving Eve to some gala while I rotted in St. Mary’s. His eyes, the same dark brown as mine, scanned the room frantically before landing on me, peering from the hallway shadows. Relief flooded his features, swiftly followed by profound sorrow. "Mija," he breathed, stepping forward, arms opening instinctively.

She stands up on my lap with the support of my shoulders before kissing me on the nose with a huge smile. "Papa good." Again she burst into a happy giggle making me hug her tightly. I have never felt this emotional before that I am barely holding back my tears. People will laugh if they get to know that Alessandro Bianchi, the biggest Businessman in Los Angeles is getting so much emotional just because his daughter called him Papa but no one will understand my feelings except me. It may be a simple moment for others but for me, it's one of the best moments of my life.

" _*]:min-w-0" "At least then nobody else gets hurt." _*]:min-w-0"> "Except you. And your father who's barely holding on specifically because he wants to see you safe. And me, who'll spend the rest of my life wondering if I could have done more to help." _*]:min-w-0"> Papa appeared in the doorway, leaning heavily on the frame. "Stop arguing. Both of you. We don't have time for emotional debates when reality is fracturing." _*]:min-w-0">

Bumaling si Fergie kay Papa na bigla nalang nagdilim ang mukha. Nang hindi sumagot si Papa ay bigla niyang sinipa sa tuhod si Papa. Napaluhod si Papa habang hawak parin ni Fergie. Akmang susugod ako ng pigilan ako ni Zykiel. "No. Not now." He whispered as he slowly held my hand and walk back. "Your father is an ex-army general. He can handle himself."

“Papa, I can’t.” “If you refuse, Maksim Aleksandr Kalashnikov,” Papa started. On his feet, he dusted the invisible specks of dust on his jacket. “You can forget about ever being a grand sinner.”

“If I bark, princess… if I drop to my fucking knees right here like a desperate dog and bark for you—loud, pathetic, ‘I want your pussy, Daddy needs your cunt’—would you fucking sit on my face and let me eat you up? Would you grind that sloppy, cum-filled hole all over my tongue while I lap up every drop of the load I just pumped into you? Fuck, Elena… imagine it. Me on my back on this carpet, barking like a bitch in heat, tongue out, begging. You’d straddle my face, those pretty red tits bouncing, and smother me with that greedy little cunt. I’d suck your clit until you’re shaking. I’d tongue-fuck my own cum right back out of you and swallow every messy drop while you ride my mouth like the

“That is not eating. That is meditation with rice.” “Mami,” Aiden said, his mouth still a little full, “I am enjoying the flavor.” “You have been enjoying the flavor for seven minutes.” “Because your food is really good.” I pointed at his fork. “Emotional manipulation is not a substitute for chewing.” On the other side of the screen, Papa laughed. His voice was warm, deep, a little rough, the voice of a man who had once made boardrooms in Bogotá go silent simply by taking off his glasses, but who now spent his evenings telling his four-year-old grandson that he could have a mini race car because life was too short for cheap toys.

"If your papa?" "Papa is my first love. He was a great guy and always been the perfect guy. There is no love that exceeds papa's love for his daughter. That's how I feel. Papa won't talk much. Papa's just going to listen while he looks you in the eye, showing his attention. And he would not have been able to see the tears of his children." Kaylila continues her story about her father figure.

Umupo naman si Papa sa sofa paharap sa'min. "Oo. Kahit nga mga pinsan n'ya ayaw n'yang kausapin. Introvert kasi yang anak ko. Ewan ko ba at bakit hindi n'ya namana ang kakulitan namin ng Mama n'ya. Hindi ko nga alam kung paano n'ya nakakayanang mag-isa. Mabuti nalang dumating ka sa buhay ng anak ko. Nakita ko ang unti-unting pagbabago sa kan'ya. Salamat iha ha." mahabang litanya ni Papa.