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Never refer to Freya as our daughter
Letta then stopped in her tracks, having left Marco with Freya to talk. She had some business with the grapes that needed to be checked. After she finished her business, Letta returned inside and saw a scene that had only existed in her imagination.
Seeing how Freya played with Marco without any burden, Letta pondered, “Could it be that the emotional bond between them makes them not even need much time to get close like they are now?” Letta remained silent at the door, continuing to observe their every move. How Marco treated their daughter, until her reverie was interrupted when Freya called her.
“Is Mom’s business done?” Freya asked, making Marco look towards Letta. Letta nodded, then walked closer, reaching out her hand, and cradling Freya to sit beside her.
“Haven’t you been keeping this Uncle for too long?” Letta said as she looked at the darkContent rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.
sky outside.
“Really, but I still want to play with my uncle,” Freya replied with a pleading look at Letta, who shook her head.
“Tomorrow, Mom will take you to the city, we can buy your favorite doll, how about that?” Letta tried to persuade Freya again, making Freya fall silent for a moment before looking at Marco, who was now smiling gently.
“Can we take this Uncle tomorrow? He said his house is far away, and he doesn’t know the area here. He also said he doesn’t have any family here,” Freya said, making Letta immediately look at Marco. Letta didn’t know what stories Marco had told their daughter.
“Unfortunately, Uncle has to go back to his house tomorrow too, he has to go back. He has his own life,” Letta explained, making Marco furrow his brow, but when Freya was about to answer her mother’s words, Marco straightened up.
“Isn’t that explanation too difficult for Freya to understand?” Marco said, making Letta fall silent, biting her lower lip, and that made Marco really want to stroke the lips of Letta that he missed so much.
“Do you really want to take this Uncle for a walk to the city?” Marco finally asked, bowing in front of Freya, making Freya nod.
“It feels like just giving those cookies earlier isn’t enough to express my gratitude to Uncle,” Freya said, making Marco just smile.
“Actually, you don’t have to do anything because I genuinely want to do it,” Marco said again, making Freya just fall silent before turning to look at Letta.
“Mom, isn’t Uncle’s eye color the same as mine?” Freya suddenly asked, making Letta widen her eyes. Letta had already realized that Freya had a level of intelligence far above average. She was very clever, and her way of speaking was far from that of a 3-year-old. She was very critical, especially realizing that her eye color was the same as the man in front of her.
“Really?” Marco asked, looking at Letta, who couldn’t even answer her little daughter’s question.
“Yes, that’s true. I always ask Mom why I’m not as pretty as her. I have different hair color, and I also have a different eye color from my mom’s. I thought I wasn’t as pretty as my mom,” Freya said with a sad face, making Letta immediately pull the side of Freya’s face to look at her while shaking her head.
“That’s not true. Haven’t many people said that you’re beautiful, you’re a very beautiful and special princess,” Letta said, as the little girl inherited a beautiful face like Marco’s.
“Do you regret having this face?” Marco asked, finally making Freya look back at him.
“J just want to look like Mom because she looks very beautiful to me,” Freya answered, making Marco nod and smile.
“Yes, that’s how I see it too. She looks very beautiful,” Marco said, making Letta look at him with raised eyebrows.
“Yes, that’s true, Uncle also told me that,” Freya said, making Marco this time look at her with a questioning gaze.
“Uncle?” Marco asked, making Freya nod.
“Yes, Uncle Abian. That’s what I call him. He said that my mom is very beautiful, but he also said that I have my own beauty, and now I see that our eyes look the same color,” Freya said, making Marco want to say that it’s because he is her father, that Freya is his flesh and blood.
“Yes, what your mother and Uncle said is true. You are very beautiful. Although your mother is also very beautiful, you have your own beauty. Maybe in a few years, many men will be kneeling before you,” Marco said, making Letta immediately sigh in annoyance.
“Stop saying things that will make Freya
ask more questions,” Letta said, feeling that Marco’s words were not suitable for Freya to hear.
“Why, Mom? I want to know more,” Freya said, making Letta shake her head.
“Not now. Later, when you grow up, you will find out for yourself. So, Mom has said that you are beautiful, and you are Mom’s princess, that’s the most important thing,” Letta said, finally making Freya nod.
“Okay, Mom,” Freya finally said without any further objection.
“Okay, then since Mom will take you to the city tomorrow, it’s better for you to go to sleep now because Mom doesn’t want you to be difficult to wake up tomorrow,” Letta said again, but Freya still didn’t move from her seat.
“Hasn’t Mom still answered my question? Can Uncle come with us tomorrow?” Freya asked, making Letta look directly at Marco, as if telling Marco not to agree to Freya’s request. However, judging from the smile he showed, it seemed that her request was futile.
“Of course, I’ll accompany you. After all, I also want to know more about this small town, right where you are,” Marco said, finally making Freya get up from her seat and cheer.
“Okay, I’ll go to sleep now. Tomorrow morning, Uncle should already be here,
so Mom won’t grumble if we leave late for the city,” Freya said, making Marco laugh. Marco finally nodded, then reached out his hand and tousled Freya’s hair affectionately.
“Alright, then, sleep tight. Do you need someone to sleep with you?” Marco asked, making Freya shake her head.
“No, I’ve been brave enough to sleep alone for a long time. Mom said I should bea brave person. I was a little scared of the dark at first, but now it feels comfortable,” Freya answered, making Marco nod before Freya kissed Letta’s cheek.
“I love you, Mom. I’ll go to sleep first,” Freya said, making Letta nod before returning the kiss from her little princess.
“Well then, I’m leaving,” Freya said, waving her hand to Marco, making Marco watch as the little feet walked away from him, before Letta rose from her seat, causing Marco to look at Letta.
“You should also be back where you belong, shouldn’t you? I hope you can get back
to your previous routine. Thank you for visiting Freya,” Letta said, making Marco look at her with raised eyebrows.
“Is this some kind of phrase to make me stay away from you?” Marco asked, making Letta sigh deeply. Of course, Letta could already guess that this was futile, as Marco wouldn’t just comply so easily.
“Haven’t you promised Freya to take me for a walk to the city tomorrow? Do you want to see the disappointment on our daughter’s face?” Marco asked, making Letta look at him with an unhappy expression.
“Never refer to Freya as our daughter,” Letta said, unwilling for Marco to interfere with anything related to Freya, even though he was her biological father.
“Why? Don’t I have the right to now? I’ve been restraining myself from hugging Freya and telling her that I’m her father. I just want all our relationships to progress smoothly, and I suppress my ego because
I don’t want to hurt you. So please, can
you at least understand my efforts right now to reach out to you both?” Marco said, making Letta fall silent while clenching her trembling hands.
“It’s already late. I don’t want to argue. If you want to come to the city, you better rest now. No, you’re not fully recovered yet. I don’t want Freya to wait for you too long tomorrow. She’ll wake up very early because of her current enthusiasm,” Letta said. After that, Letta left Marco alone, leaving Marco to just pull the corner of his lips. At least she didn’t push him away too far again. At least Marco had time to try to reach out. “Is this some kind of phrase to make me stay away from you?” Marco asked, making Letta just sigh deeply. Of course, Letta could already guess that this was futile, as Marco wouldn’t just comply so easily.
“Haven’t you promised Freya to take me for a walk to the city tomorrow? Do you want to see the disappointment on our daughter’s face?” Marco asked, making Letta immediately look at him with an unsympathetic gaze.
“Never refer to Freya as our daughter,” Letta said, not willing for Marco to interfere with anything related to Freya, even though he was her biological father.