Papa To Oleander
23. Pigura Introduction Explanation

Ola

I began the journey of "lowering down" eating and headed towards the large and shiny workbench of mahogany that became the center of this room, complete with a large chair that looks soft and uncomfortable. It's not far from the entrance, on the right.

My attention was drawn to the frames hanging on the wall behind the tables and chairs. As I approached, I could see that most of the frames were photos of the memories of Angga's father. There was a shot of Om Beniqno and a member of his rock band, Revenge Riot, on stage during their concert. In some photos there is Om Ben who appears ordinary with famous people and state officials who I think have visited Beniqno. The rest are awards and certificates related to restaurants.

I then turned around. On the table, there were many sheets of paper and books that I did not want to think about what they contained. Obviously things related to this place.

Actually, when I started what I said was this food-declining mission, what was I hoping to find?

I shook my head again. Damn, Ola. Why do you get involved in the Angga business, anyway?

Quickly remove the view from the items on the table. But something caught my attention. The corner of a picture frame sticking out from under a book.

It is not the frame that attracts this curiosity, but the visible part of the photo. The shape of the foot and shoes worn by someone in the photo felt very, very, very familiar.

Then my hand just moved itself to take the frame.

Oh, my God.

My heart seemed to be jolted by something in the photo. The longer I look at him, the more trapped I become. My chest suddenly became so narrow. It makes it hard for air to get in and out of there.

No. No, no, no, no. No.

No. Not likely. Not likely. There's no way this could happen. He can't possibly still have it. He couldn't have kept it. Then, how do I explain why this photo could be on his desk? Why could? Wh why?

Wh why? Whether all this time he still keeps photos .. photos ....

What does this mean?

Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

I heard someone calling from behind sobs and cries. I knew he was Angga and he must have been around me, due to the fact that I was starting to feel the touch of other people around me, but his voice sounded like he was talking from somewhere far away. Or in the water.

The voice struggled with thoughts raging inside the head. One of them wants to dominate, to be the focus of attention, to be king in this brain.

And Angga's voice gradually began to gain a place. Not only because of his persistence penetrated my busy mind, but also because of the realization that he was the one who could provide the answers to all the questions in here.

When I return to this moment; today, the time is now, this place, and I know it is already in the arms of Angga. He wrapped his arms around my body, the left palm ending at the waist while the right cupped the back of the head.

"Hey, Honey, Honey, Honey. Hush. Hush. You why? You why? Tell me you why."

Suddenly something inside exploded. Driven Angga's chest hard. "You still ask me why, huh? You still nanya? What the heck is this? What. The. Hecks. Is. THIS?!" I then dumped the frame on the floor nearby.

The glass that protected the photo was clearly broken.

"That's what, Angga? Why is that picture on your desk? Why do you still have that photo? What do you mean, ha? The goose! I'm exactly what he means!" I grabbed the shirt he was wearing tight. I tried to shake the body with all my might. However, in fact, the power I had stored in my unstable body was not comparable to what the man who was now standing and flinching in front of me had.

"GO ON! NGOM! DON'T SHUT UP!" It was furious that I saw him who was just sitting there watching my rage. "BATH THE!"

I felt the vibrations of my body becoming more and more; sobs and cries mixed with anger controlled themselves. However, suddenly the strength that originally sustained the body instantly disappeared. If no Angga was perceptive to catch me in a fall, it was certain that the body would crash violently onto the plywood-lined floor.

"Stranquilo, please. Relax, yes, honey. Remember the same baby in your womb. Please, please, please. I don't want you guys to do anything." Angga pleaded while wrapping me back into his embrace.

This time I have no power to fight. "Clearly with me, no. Pleases. Evidently," I said softly to his chest. "Please. Pleases. Please."

He finally took a long breath. I could feel his body rising and descending according to the breath he inhaled and exhaled. "okay." In kalakian, I frowned lamaaa.

My eyes automatically closed, absorbing the sensation caused by the contact of Angga's lips with my skin. The touch instantly opened the memory box in his name that I had buried deeply for the past ten years.

"From the beginning, that night, I actually wanted to tell you everything. Explain what is really going on inside me. But .. I can't, honey. I can't.

Then, when I return to Jakarta, I want to try again to see you. And I'm stupidly waiting. Waiting for the right time. But you know what? The time is never right. The right time never came. I can't even find that exact time, honey. For some reason, that exact time never existed.

"The longer I get frustrated with myself. In addition to the guilt that tormented me day and night, the unfulfilled and distant desires of you made things worse. It makes me worse. That's why I'm the current version of myself. Crabby. Ill-mannered. Like lightly. As you say."

He put a kiss on my forehead again. This time it was just a glance. "Now, without me knowing, a long time I will finally come." Angga laughed stifled. That laugh sounded so wry. "But this fool doesn't know where to begin."

The man who was holding me tightly in his arms again sighed. "If I can be honest, I'm afraid, honey. I fear. I'm afraid that what I'm about to say is not enough to explain what happened. I'm afraid that my explanation isn't enough to get you back. I'm afraid that you really don't want to be with me anymore. I'm afraid of losing you forever, baby. I'm scared."

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