Papa To Oleander
22. Awkward

Ola

History really repeats its story again.

What's happening now really feels like deja vu. The Giant Polar Bear looked back at my every move while I ate the teriyaki salmon, rice, and chickpeas that Mr. Joko had made. However, the difference is, now we are in the office of Angga, a small house with an open floor concept located in the corner of the area, separate from the main building, the main building, but still adopt the same industrial style as can be seen from interior design in Beniqno.

The difference also lies with my dining partner. Although the person is the same person, but he is no longer the Lord of the Giant Polar Bear Hard-bodied, Angry, Less-than-Peccable, and Like-to-Other. He has now turned into the Most Gentle, the Most Mindful, and the Most Smiling.

His tone was soft, full of patience. He also deliberately took me to his office, instead of taking one of the tables in the restaurant, because considering the smell of the menu of the choice of visitors who were definitely mixed in the air and did not want to disturb the calmness of me and my baby. Or in other words, she doesn't want me to be nauseous and vomiting anymore.

How considerate of him. Am I right's?

Especially with him who always threw that smile at every opportunity. A smile that has been my weakness since we were teenagers, ten years ago. The Smile ....

No, no, no, no. Don't think about it, Ola. Don'tdon't. If you don't want to ruin your mood and appetite, don't let your mind go there. Already, already. Stop. Stop overthinking and travel down to your memory lane right now!

I cleared my throat and grabbed the glass of water that was on the table. I hope the water I gulp not only cleans the esophagus from the food that is stuck there, but also sweeps the thoughts out of my head.

A woman can hope, right?

"Same?" Angga asked with a frown between his eyebrows.

I cleared my throat again. The worry that dyed his voice made me a little. "Yeah" I replied after once again clearing my throat. "Aman, really. Just drag it. By the way, the food is great. Later please tell me thank you very much Mr. Joko from me, yes."

"Okay, I'll tell you later." He then nodded towards my plate. "Yes already. If that's all, gih, the food."

"Yes." Yeah." I was devouring a piece of teriyaki salmon from my plate when a desire arose within me. And like the wishes of other pregnant mothers, it must be fulfilled immediately. "Eh, Ngga."

The man who had spent his lunch—imagine it, he also asked to make the same menu as me just in case—soon take a look from his phone that just clinked and look at me. "Yes?"

Well, the soft tone that Angga uses now really makes me and the internal organs associated with this feeling so convulsive, and it creates a strange and certainly dangerous sensation for me. I ....

Shxt, Yes. Not now's. Think nothing of him and his smile and his attitude and the feelings that have been fuelled by the drastic changes that have taken place in the past two months. Please, I'm begging you, Ola. Pleases.

Shxt. Okay, okay.

I didn't think that my heart could beg like that.

Breathe, exhale.

"Gue wants a banana milkshake mixed with dates. Is it in the kitchen?"

Now, one of the worriedly linked eyebrows had risen high on his forehead.

Well, I can handle his attitude like this. Like before these two months.

However, my inner satisfaction lasted only a few seconds as his lips said "done" without giving any protest or ridicule first. Next in the middle, he suddenly took a cell phone and typed something there. "There's more, isn't it?" his casual tans, like banana milkshakes and dates are standard requests he hears daily.

Or, maybe ....

God damn.

Why, the hell, am I?

"Olavia?"

Angga's voice managed to release me from the trap of my own mind. "Eh, yeah. Sorry." which."

"You still want something else, don't you? My intention, anyway, let all be made the same kitchen people. But, if there's nothing, then it's okay. The important thing is, if you want something, don't ask me for it. Yea?"

Smile it again.

That shady look again.

God fucking.

I'm back to beating. I tuck the hair I pulled behind my ears while smiling awwardly. I nodded awwardly, answering Angga's statement with a raucous "yes, okay" that forced me to really cleared my throat this time with awward. Eventually I lowered my head, took a fork, and went back to eating. With an awward movement.

I wish I could go back to eating. However, after trying not to overthinking so as not to damage the appetite, the appetite that I fought for finally swept the waves wrong behavior because of the sweet attitude of the fencing Emilio Addams who sat across the table.

God fucking.

"Who? Why not get washed out? Just a little more, huh." Angga commented as I heavy-heartedly ended up having to push the plate slightly to the middle as a sign of it having finished.

"Udah full," my timpalku carelessly.

Yeah, right. If you are full, then who, dong, asked for a banana milkshake mixed with dates just now? Hm?

Oh, shxt.

Angga was not ashamed to show his teeth while laughing and shaking. "You, yes," he said, putting both elbows on the table and propping up his chin which was filled with new hairs growing out with fists. The smile still puffed up on his face. "Yes, do not need to be forced if you are full. You want to move first, right? A walk around here. Where to make milkshakes."

"Ah, good advice. Okay." Okay." I shifted my chair and got up from my seat. It's not that I really have to "drop down" the food I ate earlier to provide a place for my milkshake as Angga said, just standing and walking around the room six times six meters makes me avoid the observation of the guy.

Good though. Because I'm tired of misbehaving in front of him.

My shoes have been removed and I replaced with slippers provided by Angga house near the door. My brain immediately focused my senses on the taste of the sandals I was wearing. Hm. I wonder who has visited here and used these sandals?

Eergh, Ola!

Shaking my head at a glance, trying to do it as smoothly as possible so that Angga does not realize the chaos that is going on inside me.

If only I knew that the chaos inside here was nothing compared to what would happen.

Connect ....