My Daughter

(060107)

Well today was a fine day for me, except for the hassle at work. Hi my name is Suman and I am working as a manager in a private firm. Now at home, I need to look after my baby daughter who is 3 years old, and her name is Kartika. She is my precious gems, because she is my only child and my only love. Well you see, my wife passed away when Kartika was born. And it has been a juggle of work and baby sitting my daughter. I don’t find it hassle, but the time spent on her is less. So she has to spend the day at the Child Care Centre and in the evening, I fetch her. She always gives me a hug whenever I fetch her. She tells me she hates the child care center. But I always tell her I have no choice, as I have to work to support ourselves. I don’t know if she understand, but she gives me a nod. I believe she understands it. Sometimes she would ask me why she does not have a mum like every one of her friends. I will try to tell her that her mum has gone for a long holiday. And she will return some day. This brings tears to my eyes. She will ask me why I was crying, and I have to lie to her that I have an eye problem. I know she will one day find out, but till date, I have to keep it from her. On Sunday, I will always make it a point to go out with Kartika, as I will miss her most of the time during the week days. I will take her to amusement park and shopping centre. She loves stuffy toys and I make it a point to buy for her. There was a point when I thought of getting a second wife to look after Kartika and the house. I have dated a couple of ladies, but non of them seems interested in my private life. I was about to give up, when my mobilerang. It was my friend Harka. He told me that there was this girl who is the perfect for me and my daughter. This remark he gave me since day one of my dating. Now I was pretty bored with his tactic, so I just gag in the line. But before I hung up, he told me she will be in JB restaurant at 8 pm sharp. Her names Helda. As usual, I gag and hung up the line. The rest of the day was fine at work, except for the constant thought of my daughter. Finally it was 5pm and it was time for me to leave and fetch my daughter. So I headed to my daughter school and as usual, she was waiting for me in the gate with a long face. But once she saw me, her face changed and rushed toward my car. I alighted and gave her a hug and asked her how her day was. She told me it was boring and asked why I was late.
We were home by 7 and I was about to prepare the food, when my mobile rang. I looked at it and it was Harka. Pretty pissed with him, I rejected his call. But it rang again. This time, I answered it. In the speaker, all I could hear was “Suman don’t forget 8 pm, JB restaurant”.I tried to explain to him, I cant make it, but he hung up the phone. So here I was one hour to meet this new girl and I was not even ready for it. My mind fiddle and I didn’t know what to do. So I asked my daughter what I should do. She told I should go. Now my problem was I had always left my daughter with the neighbour but I thought why I don’t take her along and she will reject me directly. So I quickly changed and helped Kartika change into a new pair of cloth. Now it was 7:30pm and it will exactly take me 30minute to reach JB restaurant. I quickly grabbed Kartika and carried her in my chest and rushed out the door. I hate making people wait for me. I started the engine and droved like crazy. My daughter was pretty excited to meet this lady, she mentioned how she looks and stuff like. I told her that she was very ugly and she always scolded small children and beat them. With out any knowledge of knowing her, as from the experience I received from my other relationship. At first she was a bit scared but later she told me I was lying. So I just explained to her that I too did not how she is like. Finally we reached the destination. It was already 10 minute late, I quickly parked my car and carried my daughter in my arm and rushed to the restaurant. The door opened and the waiter called me. Mr. Suman, Miss Helda is waiting for you in table 7. Well I figured out her name was Helda since the waiter told me so. As I put my daughter on the ground, I hold herhand and led her to the table. As we arrived to the table, Helda back was facing us. Now we were beside the table and I adjusted my throat to grab her attention. As she turned, she looked very pretty and I was dumb folded for a moment, until my daughter pulled my trousers and patted me on my leg as she spoke “papa she is very beautiful”. I didn’t know what to say, as Helda introduced her self and complimented my daughter. She squeezed Kartika on the chick and instantly grabbed and hugged her. I was surprised as Kartika accepted the hugging from stranger, as she often rejected the grabbing from other people. They got along so well, I forget that we were in the restaurant until the waiter came along to take order. I asked Helda what she would like to have for dinner. She ordered a steak, the same as mine. She also ordered for Kartika a kid meal. We chatted along the meal, as Kartika would often disturb her during her meal. I kind of found Helda attitude pleasing and felt some affection for her. After dinner, we walked at the park and kept chatting. After which we exchanged number to keep in touch. We keep in touch and she would often come to my place to meet up with Kartika and me. Now my daughter was livelier compare to the last time since Helda came into our life. She would fetch her and take her out if I was busy.Finally one day I proposed to her and we got married on 07 January 1978. As they say the rest is history….