Yuki pulled her face away from Agung's soft apron, her small hands clutching the glowing cloud dress tightly against her chest. She looked up at him through her ash-blonde bangs, her amber eyes blinking with shy curiosity.
"Papa..." Yuki asked, her voice as soft as a whisper, "how did you know today is my birthday? Did Mama tell you?"
Agung froze. His smile remained perfectly in place, but internally, the "Panda" brain was short-circuiting. *Today? Today is her actual birthday?! I was just trying to make up for the missed ones!*
He slowly lifted his gaze over Yuki's head to look at Kotori. Kotori was standing with her hands clasped tightly together, her eyes wide with genuine shock. She gently shook her head, mouthing the words, *I didn't tell him.*
It was a complete, miraculous coincidence. Or perhaps, the universe's way of giving the street sweeper from Pekalongan a lucky break.
Agung looked back down at Yuki, his expression softening into a look of absolute, unwavering affection. He gently tapped her on the nose with a flour-dusted finger.
"Well, Yuki-chan," Agung said, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial, magical whisper. "Mama didn't have to tell me. I told you, I'm a Magician-Papa now. And a magician's greatest trick is that his heart always knows when his little bird is celebrating her special day."
Yuki's face lit up with a radiance that could rival the morning sun. She threw her arms around his neck, burying her face into his shoulder. "Thank you, Papa! Best birthday ever!"
Kotori let out a soft, overwhelmed sob, pressing her hands to her cheeks as Umi placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. The "Ghost" hadn't just returned; he had accidentally pulled off a miracle.
But the tender moment was immediately shattered by the reality of having fourteen children.
"**MISTER MARSHMALLOW! WE'RE HUNGRY!**"
Taiyou and Sora, Ai's energetic twin boys, were currently using Agung's legs as a climbing frame, their tiny hands gripping his apron pockets.
"Give us the yellow magic rice!" Taiyou demanded, pointing at the bubbling pot of *Bubur Ayam*.
"Yeah! And where are our magic presents?!" Sora chimed in, bouncing on his heels.
Agung laughed, effortlessly scooping up both boys—one in each arm—despite their squirming. "Alright, alright, you two little hurricanes! The magic rice is coming right up. But first..."
He set them down gently on the tatami mats and snapped his fingers.
Two small, perfectly stitched **soccer balls** materialized in a flash of light. They weren't just regular balls; they hummed with a faint, kinetic energy and jingled softly, designed to perfectly return to the kicker's foot no matter how hard they were struck.
"For the Sun and the Sky," Agung declared, handing them over. "Happy late birthdays, boys. Practice hard, and don't break the windows, or your Mama will have my head."
"**SO COOL!**" the twins yelled in unison, instantly dropping to the floor to inspect the magical sports gear. Ai leaned against the counter, her eyes shining as she watched her sons finally get a gift from their father.
Agung then turned his attention to a small girl rubbing her eyes by the doorway. Kureha, Kanata's daughter, looked like she was one blink away from falling asleep standing up.
He walked over, kneeling in front of her. "And for you, Kureha-chan..."
He didn't snap his fingers this time. He just opened his hands, and a **dream-sheep plushie** appeared. It was impossibly fluffy, radiating a gentle, soothing warmth and the faint scent of lavender. As soon as Agung placed it in her arms, Kureha hugged it tight, letting out a contented sigh.
"Papa is squishy..." Kureha mumbled, leaning against his knee. "And the sheep is soft..."
"Just like your Mama," Agung chuckled, looking up at Kanata, who was giving him a sleepy, approving thumbs-up.
Finally, a confident little throat cleared loudly. Reina, Lanzhu's daughter, stepped forward. She had her mother's proud posture and piercing eyes. "Lanzhu's princess requires a gift fit for royalty, Marshmallow-Papa. What do you have for Reina?"
Agung gave her a dramatic, sweeping bow, fully playing into the royal act. "Only the finest for the Queendom, Princess."
With a flourish, he produced a delicate, ornate **rose-gold tiara**. It shimmered with tiny, embedded crystals that seemed to catch the light even in the dim kitchen. He gently placed it on Reina's head. It fit perfectly.
Reina reached up, touching the cool metal. Her haughty facade instantly melted into a wide, gap-toothed smile. "It's... it's beautiful! Look, Mama! I'm a real princess!"
Lanzhu crossed her arms and sniffed loudly, turning her head away to hide the tears welling in her eyes. "O-Of course you are, Reina. And... I suppose this Panda isn't entirely useless after all."
Agung stood up, wiping his hands on his apron. The kitchen was a chaotic symphony of jingling soccer balls, sleepy sheep cuddles, floating cloud dresses, and the smell of Indonesian spices.
"Alright, Royalties, Swordsmen, and Hurricanes!" Agung announced, clapping his hands. "Grab your bowls! The *Bubur Ayam* is served!"