Papa To Oleander
20. Pregnancy Hormones
Ola
"Lo cry?"
Bang Oli's voice jolted me back to reality. "Eh, e-no. Who's crying?" refute me while wiping the corner of the eye and cleaning the nose.
"Olo olo, tututu, don't cry dong, Lala Tuyung. I will be sad too. Olo. Cup cup cup cup cup." Bang Oli poked me with his mouth.
I really want to slap that ugly face. "Don't mess with pregnant women, yeah." I finally decided to threaten him.
He chuckles. "Damn. The pregnancy hormones are no joke. Seriously."
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Be me here, in my own office, but these people managed to make me feel like a stranger, so uncomfortable. Just speed up the footsteps that are now wrapped by Salvatore Ferragamo Varina Leather Flat in black that complements the suit I am wearing; maternity dress loose black patterned white dots from INGRID & ISABEL ®.
As usual, I am dressed to kill. But now I feel like I am the one who is dying.
God fucking.
Why does my room feel so far away?
"Boss!"
A familiar voice sounded from behind. Since I knew exactly who the owner of that distinctive chirping sound was, I did not hesitate to turn towards the source of the sound. And it's true. Renata was walking quickly to meet me.
I enjoyed the torment that he delivered to my ears. I haven't heard the repetition in two months and I just realized I miss it. "Thank you so much for the flowers and the chocolates. Sorry at that time I was still very out of it so I could not say hello," I explained as I returned the embrace of the mother of three children who was also my secretary.
"Eeey, it's nothing, Boss Mom. You're sick, not fooling around." He joked back.
For the first time since I set foot on this floor my laughter was completely out of my chest. "yeah. I wish I was just pretending to be sick and going to the hospital." My hand immediately touched my stomach which was starting to bulge. Things become habitual as time goes on.
"Aaah, come on, boss. Don't mellow-mellow, ah. It's still early." Renata led me to the door of my room which was only a few meters away in front of us. "But, I'm sure there's no concept of time to gossip" he added, winking.
Well ....
It turned out that what she hopped would be a hot gossip wasn't that hot. It's cold and fuel. But it had happened and I will never regret what I get from it.
"Basic bastards! Goddamnit! Goddamn bum! I'm sure he'll regret having done all that same to you, Boss. I'll pray that one day he will come back and prostrate at your feet for an opportunity he never deserved from the beginning. May God grant my prayer. Aamiin's." He rubbed his face with both palms with an excited spirit.
Ah, my heart.
That awkward feeling had finally turned into joy. Just because of one chatty mother who loved her boss in such a way that she was willing to curse the unknown young man.
The tears came again without excuse. His scrolls boldly carved a trace on this cheek. "Thank you, thank you. Next month I give you a bonus, yes. Remind me that I forgot."
Aw, ****. Pregnancy hormones really are no joke.
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