Papa To Oleander
15. Overthinking

Ola

Orgy: hi

Orgy: good morning

Angga : gmn sleep last night?

Angga: hope everything is ok

Some messages from Angga that entered this morning have just been read by me. Scroll clock on the phone screen Now it's one past twenty-three meridiem. Nearly six hours after the messages were sent.

Olivia: sorry

Olavia: I just got hold of hp

Just now that the message was swapped status so delivered, they were read. Well ... that's fast.

Then my phone rang. Huh uh? Directly called? Okay, then.

"Hello?"

"Hi." I heard the answer from across the line. "How are we feeling today?"

Oh. Straight to the chase, aren't we? Goodgood. "Good, good. No more incidents."

Angga's laughter exploded considering what we said was an "incident".

"My stomach is safe too. Maybe because it's been in the twenty-fourth week too, huh? Doctor Sheila said, right, the disappearance is gradual. Hopefully it will stabilize soon. Let me get active again. There is no work at home."

Angga just said, "Well ...." After that, he went back to silence. Doesn't sound like the sentence continues.

Hm. Why her? Running out of words? Getting bored with me? Not interested in what I am discussing? Am I overshare?

****. Why am I overthinking because of this Unclear Bear?

Don't think too much, Olavia. Don't be too dizzy. Whatever he wants to do and not do. It was her choice. It's none of your business.

But ... once again, it is easier said than done. I kept turning my brain, carried away by the current of thinking too much and drifting by my own prejudices. The biggest question word dominates the space in my brain. WH WHY?

Why did Angga then just shut up?

Is he tired of driving from Jakarta to Bogor every time he checks my condition to Mama and Papa's house? Well .... If you remember again, Angga did come to the house almost every day for this month. When faced, he did not say anything. However, he could have kept his tiredness in his heart, right?

And now that feeling has reached its peak.

No. No, no, no, no.

"Hey, Ngga. Ngg .. I .. I have to go. There's something I want to do. Thanks for calling me. See yes. Hye!"

****

Goslings

Lah? Why would Olavia just turn my phone off? Though, right, I'm not done talking?

Oh, my fxcking God!

Yes, yes, yes. On other occasions I will aemakin adore-muja the love of my life because of his independence, work ethic, hard work. However, no way in hell, I disagree less with his stubborn nature for now.

Come the fxck on, she's pregnant, man! Get pregnant! And her pregnancy was also accompanied by severe nausea and vomiting. Indeed, now the symptoms have begun to decrease. He, thank God, already felt stable and good. However, who can guarantee that later it will not come back after he works, tired, and many thoughts? Who can guarantee that he will be okay when driving, wearing high heels and eating irregularly? Who can guarantee, huh? Who is?!

I was so stressed myself thinking about all that while she was just planning what she wanted.

Well then, would any of you want to know what I want after hearing Olavia's wish? Right. It is up to someone to want or not. Obviously I will share. So, here it is.

I want to wrap him in a thick bubble wrap, then take him to the house I made for us. Stay there I'll give her everything she needs and wants. Without him having to work even a little to get it. Anything just snap your fingers and, voila! Appear in front of him.

I want her to be healthy, safe and comfortable. Giving birth to the baby in good health, bringing the baby home again, and we will raise him together while trying to make our own babies. We will be a happy family forever.

How's it? Sounds perfect, right?

Teetot. Wrong-wrong! That sounds too ..egoistic, even in my own ears.

God damned. I'm really confused.

I picked up a cell phone lying on top of a shiny breakfast bar. The kitchen that had been scattered was also finished I cleaned while I struggled with my own mind. Luckily I finished lunch before I called Olavia. Otherwise, I would have lost my appetite.

Twice I tried to call, the operator said that the number I was going to was busy and to try a while later. I, because of my tendency to dissent, just immediately repeated my call again without waiting. At least it makes me laugh by myself.

Fucking Angga. I know I'm stressed again. Take his humor.

The Shucks finally picked up my call when I called him for the seventh time. "Oi. What's up?" answer from across there.

"Where are you?" I immediately poked him with demanding questions.

I could hear my best friend exhaling out loud through the static sound coming out of the speaker phone. "Gue's on the road, nih, Nying."

"Where are you going?"

"To bonyok's house."

My ears are straight. "Getting to Bogor? You're not going to Singapore, are you?"

"That's it, man." I think he's blowing another deep breath. "Nyokap Busan called. Said Lala was going back to her apartment. Bored at home, so he wants to go to work again."

****. That's fast. And it seems like it's happening. ****. "Continue?" I asked, trying to get some info on the situation.

"Yes, Nyokap is worried. So Mama called me to persuade Lala not to be back first."

Okaay. Phew. Thank you, God, it's not just me who thinks like that. "Yes. I am also the same caller of Olavia. He also said it to me."

"Seriously lo?" Then I heard some words coming out of Oliver's mouth. "Yes, already. Lo where now? Still at Beniqno what's at the club?"

Oh, ****. I need to find answers quickly. "I'm on the way, yeah." This answer is a lie. "You know, right, yesterday you said you wanted to go abroad. So, I think I'm going to standby in Bogor. Just in case." This one is honest.

Connect ....