Papa To Oleander
11. Too Many Sorry For Today

Ola

I did not release my attention from the figure who was now pitching with a definite step towards me. My feelings are uncertain. Half felt bad because he had to listen to Sableng's rapport about him. However, the other half felt a bit—no, no, no, not quite—lega because after all the chattering out of the mouth coated with flamethrower-colored lipstick was a bit - a lot of it represented some of my feelings.

Although I must admit, after a second thought, I don't really feel that right now. My feelings for Angga have changed, or arguably are heading towards change, since yesterday. Since that incident.

It was undeniable that there was a sense of pleasure that slipped inside when Raisa revealed that Bang Oli and Angga gave such a warning. Because, after yesterday's incident, I intend to be careful with what surrounds me. Knowing that they think the same, think the best thing for me, is a soothing thing.

However, the protest of my best friend reminded me of an important issue that I did not realize existed and did not understand why it could disappear from this mind. Why would such a big detail escape inside my head?

Angga is now on my left side after he greeted Mama by giving a fleeting hug. He then put both his hands into the pocket of the khaki-colored long chino pants he was wearing and stood in place. "Hey," she said gently with a smile.

The smile that automatically drew my smile. "Hey."

"How are you feeling today?" Angga asked. Deliberately paying full attention to me first.

"We are doing fine. Thank you." - Thank you." I got carried away with just ignoring him.

"It's good. It's good. How's food?" ask again.

"Cracker. Granola bars. Citrus fruit, grape, same dragon fruit. The breakfast menu also includes rice and salmon soup. It's nice, but I'm just not finished." I subconsciously mentioned everything I had eaten from this morning until this hour.

Angga smiled again. "Well, eat a lot. But, everything's safe, right?"

I know what he's asking. He deliberately did not mention the word out of fear it would become a trigger. We don't need to watch the same incident reoccur. I nodded my head in response to her question.

This time he nodded. After he was satisfied to check my condition, then Angga divided his attention with others as known as Raisa whose eyebrows furrowed after watching our interaction and Mas Johan who also wanted to know him. "Mas." Angga greeted while extending a hand.

Mas Johan immediately grabbed the hand with his hand. "People."

Angga then nodded his head at Raisa who was now looking at him with a piercing look.

Well .. this is NOT awward, like, at all.

"Gue hope your journey is smooth. Sorry you have to return earlier than the schedule should be," said Angga.

Johan said. "No problem, Ngga. I'm sure Raisa would rather have Olavia here than the streets. Honeymoon, ma'am, can be any time."

"Yes, Mas. Is correct. Moreover, he knows that soon he will be a aunt as well. Yeah, right?"

Raisa did not respond to the question posed by the man who was still standing with his hands in his pocket. Why he chose such a position, I don't know.

I saw the frown on Raisa's forehead become deeper and deeper after Angga said that. He now looked at me and Angga alternately. Obviously this is the time for me to take over the conversation.

"Engg ... Raisa, there's a, um .. I haven't told you the same .. same lo." I could feel the gazes of everyone in the room fixed on me who was busy playing with my fingertips. "Gue .. I .... Engg .. I .. I'm pregnant."

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Goslings

Mas Johan just hugged the shoulder of his wife who was in shock.

And me? I realized that Olavia had not told her about her pregnancy to her best friend. And this fact makes me very very very curious about the reason.

"What?" Again the word went out in obscurity. "L-Lo .. elo .. ha-pregnant?"

Olavia just nodded while keeping an eye on her best friend.

However, it seems that the one being noticed is unaware, or may not care. Because after witnessing Olavia's nod of the head, Raisa was instead busy pacing in front of us. Occasionally his hands combed his bare hair like that. He also took a long breath. Nail biting. Put his hands on his waist. All that he did alternately while continuing to walk downstream between us.

The sound of high heels knocking on the marble floor became entertainment.

I look back at my lady. His face has now turned into .. anxious? Why is he worried?

"Hey, you okay?" I whispered in his ear, intentionally. So as not to disturb whatever is going on inside Raisa's head.

Olavia whispered her answer. "yeah. Tali, I have a feeling that Raisa's not."

I haven't had time to ask the big question "why" when suddenly Raisa says, "Okay. I need to process this info. Babe, let's go." The woman turned around and walked towards the door without waiting for Mas Johan.

I get more confused with this situation.

"Sorry, La. I have to unplug. But, I beg you to understand my bini attitude, huh? He's your best friend. You must know why." Mas Johan looked at Olavia deeply and moments later the love of my life nodded. The man who said there was a descendant of the palace smiled thinly and said goodbye to us. "I'm sorry, Auntie. We'll be here again. Yuk, Ngga."

Such is. Johan and Raisa just passed by. Leaving me with the big strong why is getting bigger and stronger in my brain. WH WHY?

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Ola

I honestly feel guilty. Not only did I feel guilty for hiding this from my best friend, but also for my pregnancy.

Why am I even pregnant when it is Raisa who really wants and is ready to accept the presence of a baby in the midst of their small family?

However, after thinking that, I also felt more guilty for thinking such a bad thing earlier. My belly quells are beginning to show, evidence that the figure in my stomach is increasingly revealing its existence.

I'm sorry, Mama, honey. My mother does not regret having you. Mama was just sad to see Mama's sad friend. If you can ask God, you want to ask that your best friend is also given a pregnancy.

It must be exciting, right, if Mama and Aunt Raisa are pregnant at the same time. Mama wants to know, will you and her child get along just like us?

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