Papa To Oleander
18. Sweet Apartment Apartment

Goslings

"No!" Olavia was crying out. He hastily denied his father's words. "No, no, no, no." He shook his head only to then nod. "I mean, yes, Pa. Yes. Yes, I can. Yes, I promise. Angga same Bang Oli can take care of me from Papa same Mama ngebbyin me work again."

Oh, my fxcking God! What just slid off Olavia's lips and into my ears was really good to hear. Seriously. It's like drinking cold-pumped tea in the middle of the Sahara desert. Makni. The vow.

So good, my heart immediately flowered. A smile automatically expands on my lips as wide as possible, as wide as my lips can be. Fortunately I was looking down, otherwise .. I could be the same with Om Arif and Aunt Yuni if they saw me like a crazy person like this.

If Oliver sees, mah, I'm very bodo.

"okay? I want to, Pa, Ma. I-i can. I-i promise. Come on, Ma, Pa. Come onl. I, I promise. Okay, I promise. Maaah. Papaaa." Olavia.

"OKAY. But, you should really keep your promise."

"Yeah! Thank youuuu!"

I tried to hide the smile again to see the cute and adorable behavior that was being done by the love of my life beside me. How can I not consider it cute and adorable try? This woman of mine is shaking her hips to and fro on the sofa while clenching her hands. His laughter was floating in our midst. His happiness is clearly felt.

Cutely.

Adorable.

Uh. My heart. Now my heart feels like it can rival the Furano flower fields in Hokkaido, Japan. Flowery.

What try for. Is there a blooming heart like my heart right now?

"But, Sweetheart, you really have to keep your promise. You hear Papa? Papa and Mama don't want to take any chances, whatever, against you and the baby that's in your womb right now. You heard Papa, right?" add Om Arif in kalakian.

I, once again and not intending to be so knowledgable, really understand why Om Arif and Aunt Yuni so heavily released Olavia and her baby from their custody. It's still clear in my head what Oliver said while Olavia was still being treated.

Hyperemesis Gravidarum can cause miscarriage.

In addition to all the chaos that exists, I do not expect such terrible things to happen to my beloved woman and the baby that I can make sure is the offspring of the bastard.

Olavia looked straight at her parents. "Ola promise, Pa. Ola will take good care of Ola's child. Ola promise." He then got up and met his father and mother. One by one they were hugged by him. Before long, I heard my adored woman exclaim, "Group hug!"

I'm chuckling. Another cute and adorable tradition of the Arifin family that was pioneered by the love of my life since he was still as big as a corn seed.

Cute and adorable.

"Dragon, come on!" Olavian voices echoed on the walls of the central room of the Arifin family. "Group hug time!"

Oliver's groans became the catalyst for my smile turning into a loud laugh.

God fucking.

I also want to.

Group hug, that is.

****

Ola

Phew. Relieved.

Teetot. Haven't.

Mama is still in the kitchen putting together a boxy stock of breakfast bars, biscuits, granola bars, salted cheese crackers, pregnant women's milk into the supply cabinet after filling my refrigerator with a variety of fruits, yogurt, and other foods, and pregnant women's milk in the box again.

Well ... is a bit excessive, anyway. But who can stop the action of a mother based on caring and affection for the baby?

Automatically my hand just went straight to the stomach that was already shaped small bump.

Look at that, baby. Your grandma is clearly on a mission. You are already loved by so many people. So don't be afraid, yeah. Mama once told you that no matter what happens, we'll deal with both of them. Mama was wrong, honey. We're not just the two of us. There are Opa, Oma, Om Oli, and Om Angga who will accompany us. And, hopefully Aunt Raisa and Om Johan can soon join in our squad, yes. Hopefully.

Hmm.

I suddenly miss that Sableng so much. It's been over a month and he hasn't replied to my messages. My phone never picked up either. Only communication with Mas Johan made me discourage any intention of meeting him.

Mas Johan always said that my sahabaku is fine, she is healthy, she is safe, and they are still in Singapore to do the pregnancy program.

Oh, my God. Heart melos. I really hope they get those two red lines soon. Hashtag fighters two red lines.

"Sweetie."

The call from Mama returned me to this moment. I got out of bed and headed out. "Yes, Ma?"

My mother also walked to my room. We passed in front of the door. "Mama is done with your fridge and your closet. There's something you can help me with, right? Is your room neat?"

"Udah. Just change the sheets, Ma. Not many things that want to be filled. Kan, Ola just brought a wallet." I answered lightly.

"Eee! Why did you put it on yourself? Why not wait for Mama first? You're not tired, are you? Dizziness, right? Stomach safe?" Mama then repossessed.

"It's okay, Mama. Ola, right, the gold was slow too. Don't run around." I tried to make fun of it to remove the worries that now color Mama's face.

However, on second thought, it is also free. As I said before, worrying about children is the job of every parent in the world. O ....

At least I tried, right?

"Yes, already. Come on, rest here." Mama grabbed my hand and directed us both back to the kitchen. He then took out two bottles of mineral water, a cup of plain yogurt, and a box of black berries from the refrigerator.

While I was still trying to finish the mixture of berries and yogurt in the bowl, there was the sound of the door opening and then some heavy voices conversing.

"Honey, we're in the kitchen!" yell Mama.

Soon the three men appeared; Papa, Bang Oli, and who else if not Angga. In his hand were two plastic bags bearing the Beniqno logo.

Oh, my God. Don't tell me they want to eat burgers with cheese fries in front of me right now. I can't determine if this irritated feeling that started to burn my heart was due to the possibility that I couldn't partake in the favorite dish in Beniqno or because my stomach was also likely to be just throwing a tantrum by looking at it.

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