Papa To Oleander
1. What's He Doing Here?

The ola.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

What the hell is he doing here?

I didn't think it out. After all that had happened, especially what had happened lately, he was still able to reveal his nose shaft in front of me. She thought she could just show up in my room after EVERYTHING she did to me? And, yes, I mean it's EVERYTHING.

EVERYTHING IS.

Suddenly I felt something stinging in this corner of my heart.

****.

Pleases. Don't be weird, my heart.

"Baby girl, why are you? Is anyone sick? What are you feeling now?"

Papa's voice broke through the fog of resentment and anger that covered my brain, but it still took me a while for the question to really come in and be understood. I took my eyes off the big, uninvited, and disliked man who was now standing near my bed towards Papa and Mama.

And, it's no surprise that what I found was the confusion that was coloring their faces. Because of course they don't know. They don't know what's the reason for my sour face. And I don't want them to know about what's going on between me and the man they've been treating as their own child other than that Bang Oli.

Don't ask. I still don't know why I'm trying to keep that from them. Either I want to keep my face in front of Papa and Mama, or ....

Don'tdon't. Don't go there.

Yep. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Let's just say I really just want to keep my face in front of Papa and Mama and Bang Oli. Especially after this incident. I don't want to give them any more surprises.

No. gabe. No. gabe.

Don't think of any other reason. BECAUSE THERE IS NO OTHER REASON.

POINT.

Don'tdon't. Don't go there.

I shouldn't have thought that way. I shouldn't have thought about it anymore.

This is all his fault.

****. Stop it!

I shouldn't have done anything, thought of anything in front of Papa and Mama. "Oh, yeah, Pa. Everything is fine. I'm just. .. shocked, uh, no." I'm shaking.

Get yourself together, girl. I'm ingrained.

"I ... I'm just excited to see ehm, hm .. cupcake! Yeah, that much cupcake. Look, cupcakes!" I poked my hand towards the box on my lap with a fake smile on my lips.

"Are you sure, Sweetie?" Mama asked. The beautiful and big-hearted woman never missed anything with the superpowers she had as a mother. "So you look a bit ... weird."

"Yes, yes, Ma. I'm okay, really." I tried to convince them of another lie. Then quickly turned my eyes back to the polar bear.

In an attempt to make Papa and Mama more trusting, I even threw the biggest smile I could even in my heart somehow felt.

No one can fool a mother more like my mother, but I still try. Although it could be said to be foolishness, at least I have tried. By ... everyone.

Okay. Think of it like that first.

Although his forehead was still wrinkled, Papa finally chose to believe in his only daughter. "Thank God then. Papa just doesn't want to take any chances. You know, right?"

I'm nodding.

"Yes, already. If there is nothing, can, yes, Papa and Mama stay you here briefly with Angga? Let us go home and change clothes."

Hm, what? Papa said what just now?

I ... I wasn't expecting this. "Eh, uhm ...." I don't know what to say. Obviously I don't want to be left alone with that guy. However, I can't tell you the reason either. I carefully said, "But, like Angga, uh, Bang Angga can't, deh, Pa. He must be busy doing business. I'm living alone is okay."

What other options are there when you can't say "i'm not okay with something" and have to explain a lie other than making a diversion so that the conversation is now focused on someone else?

However, my plan practically backfired when Angga replied, "No, not really. I will check in with the employee. If Om and Aunt want to go home first, please. Let's replace the one I'm keeping Ola here. Om and Aunty relax, no prob." He boldly turned his head, looked at me, and said, "It's okay, La. Let them refresh themself."

Oh, how I wish a Jagakarsa-wide smile that stretches now would completely split his annoying face!

Oh, my God! How I hate him!

"Good, good. Fix that. Thank you very much, yes, Ngga. We'll be back soon." Papa replied while patting the hero's pretentious goddamn guy's back. "Come, honey," he told Mama who seemed quite entertained by this change of plan.

Why did Mama messem-mesem so, anyway?

Mama who doesn't know about my thoughts grabbed her purse and kissed my hair. "Mama went away, yeah. If you want anything, tell me. Okay?" Then he walked towards Angga and kissed her cheek as well. "Thank you very much, yes, Ngga. Auntie Ola," he said.

"No problem, Auntie," he answered, shrugging his shoulders. "Same aunt Om be careful on the road. No hurry, we'll be fine."

****

"What the fuck, anyway, lo, Angga?" I spewed out those words as soon as the door closed and I was one hundred percent sure that Papa and Mama could no longer listen to us. "What are you doing here? Why are you here? Ha?"

This guy, this weird, shitty guy has the guts to put on a guilty face. "Gue .. I just want to see you. I just want to know your condition."

I could not help but bitter laughter that went out from the inner palinh place in my heart. "Oh, huh? Really? Well, now you've seen me, haven't you? But, sorry. I don't want to meet you. So, out. See yourself out. Go."

"No," she replied quickly. "Gue promised Om and Aunt. I'll still be here no matter what you like or don't like my presence."

Another bitter laugh instantly came to the surface after hearing his words. "Ain't that the truth, huh? You never cared about me."

Really painful. But that's the truth.

Something has broken my heart again.

The gogga suddenly lowered his head and heaved a heavy sigh. "That's not what I meant. You know that's not what I mean, but I desire that one just now."

To be honest, though, I think that you don't deserve anything from me. How do we think differently, huh? Sarcasm insert.

With both hands on her waist, Angga then said, "Olavia, listen. I know I've made a lot of mistakes and I'm—"

"Oh, shut it!" I cut his words. "Don't start with your me-you call again. I don't want to hear those words out of your mouth. Hm, let me think." I tapped my finger on my chin a few times, pretending to think. "Oh! Lo know what? I actually don't want to hear anything that comes out of your mouth."

"Olavia, I beg you. Pleases. Give me a chance." The dog started to walk closer to the bed.

"No. I told you I don't want to hear anything from your mouth. There is, now I'll give you a choice. Shut the fuck up or get out of here."

I could hear whispers of rashes coming out of the man's lips as I turned and turned back. I chose not to pay attention to what he was doing. It's up to him.

Then I closed my eyes. If he chooses to shut up and stay, I don't want to see him. If he chooses to leave, I am ....

Fuck'em. His presence made me very messed up.

I don't need this shit. My baby doesn't need this mess.

Recalling the precious little life now in my stomach, I placed my palm on it and began to gently circle the movement I hoped would have a calming effect. "I'm sorry Mama for her stress, yeah, honey. You stay safe in Mama's stomach, huh?" I said softly, hoping Angga could not listen.

The room was filled with intense silence before the sound of someone opening the door replaced it. And for some reason that I didn't want to think about, my heart jolted.

Did he finally choose to leave?

Seriate...