Papa To Oleander
14. Proof

Ola

"Yes, already. For the future, you do not hesitate if you want to tell Mama, okay? Whatever it is, Mama and Papa will always be there for you. Your brother too. And ... It looks like Angga isn't going anywhere either." Idih, the Mama still had time to tease.

"Damn, Mama. Whatan, anyway?" I was half embarrassed.

"Mama hopes you two can straighten this tangled thread as soon as possible. Mama likes Angga, honey. It could be because we've known him for a long time. But, in addition, Mama also had a feeling that she was a good child. Behind her now more serious and more mysterious looks, Mama believes she is still the same Angga as her teenage version of wearing glasses.

"But, Mama's all handing it over to you again. If you want, please. Your mother's blessing is in your hands. If it feels no longer possible to unite, yes, nothing too. Means you're not a soul mate to each one."

Ouchs.

What was that?

What just pierced the corner of my heart? Why it feels so painful when Mama mentions the possibility we are not paired.

Why, the hell, are you Olavia? Why do you feel like that? Don't you really want Angga anymore? Didn't you say that there would never be anything between you? Remember you said something like that in front of him and Lina?

Oh, my God.

The words that Mama said just a moment ago came back to her ears.

It's time to learn to think without letting emotions take over everything.

Mama's right. All this time I have allowed my emotions to take over not only reason and thought, but also this tongue.

Oh, my God. How many words did I say when I was blinded by anger and didn't realize it hurt Angga's feelings?

Memories of the past few months have flashed in my head.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. Olav! What the hell have you done?

And why is Angga just silent? Why didn't he reply and spy on me as well?

Oh, my God. Olav! What the hell have you done? What have you done, huh?

Why is he just quiet, huh?

From behind the fog of guilt and confusion that enveloped my brain, I heard Mama's voice calling before it was really caught by me. "Darling? The darling? The olavia? Sweetie's? Hey!"

"I .. I feel so guilty about Angga, Ma. I ... I. .. I also had a fight at that time with him and .. and .. and ka-kasar. I ... I .. new thought and I .. I ... I ... now sorry, Ma."

"Hey, it's okay, honey. It's okay." Mama patted my back. "It's okay. You can apologize to him. Mama's sure she wants to forgive you."

"But how, Ma? How's it? I still feel hurt sometimes with him. I still like to be angry when I see him. Now it's just sometimes, but it's still there, right?" I kept arguing with Mom's words. Not willing to give up and accept the truth solely because what Mama said is true.

He will of course forgive me. Sure oes. Besides the things that have happened between us, Angga is not the type of person who holds a grudge.

"How do you mean? How about a confused show, anyway, honey? Yeah, you should just apologize to him. Easy, right?"

Okay, Mama. It's easier to say it than to do it, Ma. It's easier said than done. At least for me.

"You're feeling heavy, huh?"

"Engg .. anu, Ma. That ... it .... I .... I ... I ...."

Mama laughed. "Basar you this. He feels guilty. But, it's my turn to say sorry that's so heavy a butt."

"Mama! Why bring ass, anyway? We're, aren't we, talking Angga, not ass!" my protesting while trying to reduce the red hue I was sure started to rise on the cheek.

My mother's laughter is becoming more and more. "Yes, it's your fault. Why be such a big guy?"

"Damn." I rolled my eyes, pretending to be annoyed by the words Mama had just said. Even so, I know it's a hundred percent true.

The crisp sound of her gelatin filled my childhood bedroom. My voice suddenly stopped my brain. How not?

Oh, my God. How long have we not been doing this? Sharing stories, joking around, and sharing laughter like this? When was the last time I was in this house?

Dark fog covered me again.

"Hey, you! Don't be so dumb, dong." Mom snapped her finger in front of my nose. "Mom laughs alone, eh!"

I'm grinning.

"The obvious ...." Mom paused for a moment to clear her throat. "Obviously, sooner or later, you have to apologize. The sooner the better. Because Mama is sure, the more postponed, the more crazy you will be. That's why you don't think too much. Sometimes we need to make decisions quickly. Let life not be flat."

"Duh, Mama's already like the tagline potato chips, yes." Now it's my turn to be sloppy. "Life is never flat."

"Eh, but right, right?" The middle-aged woman poked my chin.

"Yes, right, yaaaa. Yes, yes, Miss Arifiiin."

"You're wearing Mama again."

I whinesan. "Thank you, yes, Ma." I hugged Mama tight. "I'm sorry, too."

Mama wrapped around me with her arms. "Yes, Honey. Ja. You welcome. Mama also wanted to say thank you because you wanted to tell Mama. Uh, this could be Mama's story to Papa or our secret, right?"

Hm. How, huh? "Originally Mama can promise Papa will not nyariin Owen and make the same calculation he."

It takes a few seconds to think before you can give an "okay" in response. "Oh, yes, Sweetie. While we are talking about this, you also do not forget to clarify your situation with your brother, huh? You know he loves you. Anyway, Mama guessed she had an idea who the father of your baby was. Aye, right?"

Waw. Why am I just thinking about this, huh?

"And so is Angga."

Hm.

"Because if you're not mistaken, you said that Owen was performing at Beniqno."

I'm nodding.

"Well, what more evidence do you need? Si Owen is still wandering freely out there until now only according to Mama has become a clear sign that they both are very dear to you."

Oh, my God.

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