Papa To Oleander
13. Revealed Already

Ola

"No, Ma! No!" I rebut as fast as lightning. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. I've made my parents think that far with my silent actions.

Obviously, the long breath that Mama took out was a breath full of relief. "Thank God. Thank goodness." Mama shake. "If it had been the story and you didn't want to tell us, it would be another story. But thank goodness that's not what happened. Not really, are you, honey?"

"No, Ma."

"OKAY. Alright. Thank goodness." He was unceasingly giving thanks.

I just shudder at what's on Mama's mind. Has it been circling there all this time? Inside Papa's head too?

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

"Thank you, God. So Mama can now wholeheartedly say this. Regardless of her origin, Mama and Papa are thrilled to learn that you are pregnant with our first grandchild, our family. We can't wait to welcome him into the world. You remember that, huh, Olavia?"

I nodded again. The tears falling down with the movement of my head. "His name is Owen" I said in submission. Now it's my turn to caress my stomach gently. "I met him at my birthday party in Beniqno. He's performing there."

It was my turn to shut up and listen.

"Long story short, I fell in real love with him while he only considered me as a filler of time and entertainment as he tried to realize his dream. He left me after he signed a contract with one of the music labels."

I knew I was in my mom's arms. The fragrance of Chanel no. 5 immediately surrounded the air around us. "I'm sorry Mama, yes, dear," she asked as she removed her pagutan from my body.

The gelak to the outside of the chest is inevitably accompanied by the sound of a runny nose. "Why is Mom apologizing? I was wrong. I've been so wrong with Mama, Papa. The same Bang Oli. I have broken my own promise just because the man who turned out.

"I also fought with Bang Oli. Brother was angry because I had abused Mama with Papa and I was angry because I felt arranged with him. After Owen left, I just realized and thought that maybe it was Bang Oli already knew what kind of man Owen is. And he tried to warn me, but, yeah, I'm the one who's basically a stone head."

I exhaled a long breath. "I just want to love the kayak that Mama and Papa have, Ma. I just want an existing partner, who understands, who is supportive. Hence, when I felt attracted to Owen, I tried to be that way for him. In the hope that he will also treat me as I do him. But ... but, in fact, I was wrong. What do I do, Ma?"

Mama's seat has now moved next to me. I lay my head on that small but strong shoulder. Embrace my shoulder. My hair is slowly flowing. "You don't have to do anything, honey. You just have to be patient."

My head was straightened when I heard the word patience. "How patient, Ma? I was patient with Angga. But, in fact, he also left me. Now, I think with interest from the start, Owen and I will survive. And Mama look, right, how's it going to end?" I protested while turning my buttocks to make us face each other again.

I saw Mama's eyebrows go up. "Anga?"

Okay, I didn't take into account the possibility of this kind of slip-up. Kuhela deep breath. "Yes," I'm releasing carbon dioxide.

"Hm." Mama mutters. "If you can tell, when did that happen?"

"Well," said Mama. I can tell off his tone of voice. "You can find out for yourself where the fault is, right?"

Alright. "But, right, a lot of people out there who managed to survive with their partner during High School, Ma? Mom and Dad met after college, right? It's not much different from High School."

"Basic, you are." Mama laughed. "Remember how different age are you with how old is Angga?"

"Two years."

"Well, you were age .. how many, yes, about sixteen years. Right?"

I'm nodding.

"Now, think again. Try to remember what you felt when you were that age," ordered Mama.

I took a moment to do what I was told. Repeating memories and picking up feelings that had existed at that time. "I ... I feel like I want to stay close to Angga," I replied as I looked up. My eyes met with eyes of the same color that belonged to Mama.

Covered my face using both of its smooth palms. "Darling, you from childhood are someone who does things with all your heart. You love with all your heart. There is not one item, one toy that you only play with once or two. They always retire if it is no longer functional or shaped. Look at that doll."

Mama then pointed her at a shabby doll lying in the corner of my bookcase. The child doll with long hands and feet was already thin and full of stitches here and there. "See? You were born so. However, Mama is sure now you can understand why Angga left you first. He wants to go to college, honey, and their college isn't close. You can imagine for yourself how much sacrifice you had to make at that time. And considering your new age.

"The late teens and early twenties are the time to find your identity, dear. Exploring ability. Not spent lamenting lovers far away there or spending the day full of jealousy and suspicion. And, if Mama can be honest, Mama supports the decision taken by Angga first. Although the method may not be right, but still.

"You can be angry with Angga, can be so. But, don't let that anger cloud your common sense, your logic. It's time to learn to think without letting emotions take over everything. It's time to learn to stretch your chest. Because you will soon be a mother like Mama. And one of the keys to a successful relationship is forgiveness that never breaks up. Whether it's a relationship with your partner or with your own baby."

I ....

There are no words to describe how I feel right now. Instead, I chose to embrace the wise woman in front of me. How fortunate that I and Bang Oli were given God as good parents as Mama and Papa. How foolish I was as a child not to realize this sooner.

I ....

I ....

"Thank you very much, Ma. And ... and .. sorry Ola."

My mother's face was getting tighter and tighter around my body. "Together, Honey. Ja. Ja. Mom and Dad have forgiven you a long time ago." There were tears shed on my cheeks with both palms. "Already, already. Don't cry anymore. Mama's granddaughter will follow her sadly."

I'm nodding. Hey, Sweetheart. Mama is okay, really. Mama is not sad. Mama again cry happy just this omamu country. It's fine in there, yeah. Love you's.

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