Papa To Oleander
24. Initially

Ola

The night of the release of third grade students of Cempaka International High School. I remember how that night went.

Om Beniqno and Aunt Susan held an after party at their home despite Angga's refusal. Yeah, you guess it. A very significant difference in the personal of these two children. Om Ben is used to a crowded life, while Angga really takes care of his privacy. So, yeah, that's it.

Angga ended up running away from an ongoing party at his house and sneaking into my room.

Yeph. You heard that right.

Bang Oli forbade me to attend the party. Although there will be him and Angga who will take care of me there (let alone Om Ben must have calculated and prepared all the forms of precautions that he foam get), he said, Bang Oli felt the need to remind me that I was only sixteen years old and that party was really not my cup of tea.

He was right. I'm not a teenager who likes to be in a crowd of strangers. What am I there for anyway? After all, I will still meet with Bang Oli and Angga after this. Even if I wanted to, Raisa was no longer here to accompany me. Last afternoon she had flown to New York to embark on a new adventure; pursuing her ideals at the Fashion Institute of Technology.

I remember very well how sadness dominated the heart space after driving my best friend and sableng to the airport. How we exchanged words of encouragement, sorry, see you soons, and I love you while hugging and tears.

How about then I crouch in the room and make a video call with Angga. A very, very, very dirty call. There were so many tears, snot, red faces, and puffy eyes in it. After Raisa's departure, Bang Oli and Angga's departure begin to overshadow.

Yup. My brother, my best friend, and my lover will leave me here alone. The thinking that keeps me down.

However, as always, Angga can turn my bada into the brightest day in the blink of an eye. He promised to see me tonight to comfort me.

My mood changed by one hundred and eighty degrees. I who was busy being upset, immediately ran to and fro to get ready. Still fresh in my head how bother I find a way to make my eye swelling disappear, or at least decrease. I tried to cool it with ice cubes directly, then use a compress. I also use an eye mask and face mask afterwards and go back and forth in the wardrobe room to look for clothes that "fit".

If I remember that moment, I'll laugh to myself.

He kept his promise. Ten o'clock in no matter how many minutes, my window rang. Someone threw a small stone a few times.

Hut the window, then Angga entered so carefully. We just breathed a sigh of relief after both of his feet stood on the carpet covering my room floor without making a single sound.

"Hey." He whispered.

I greeted him the same way. "Hi."

"You still sad?"

"No." I'm shaking. "Because you're already here" I said, looking down in shame.

I remember how Angga cupped my face, landed gentle kisses on both eyelids, then his lips dropped to both cheeks, getting lower to my chin. Kalakian he began to move up; from the lips, to the top of the nose, continued to the forehead, and ended at the top of the head. Not long after that I knew I was in his warm arms.

The fragrance of Calvin Klein CK One perfume, a gift from me on his eighteenth birthday two weeks ago, immediately filled my nose. I breathed in deeply.

I remember how the world, everything in it, as well as the problems they brought with them instantly evaporated. To be meaningless. There were only Olavia and Angga, both, in this room.

"What do you want, honey?" asked Angga after she let go of her embrace.

He chuckles and shakes. "Watch again?"

"He-uh. Want to, yeah, Ngga?" I took out my strongest weapon; scorn. I pressed my lower lip and put on the most clear look I could. "Today I was the same Raisa promised to watch together, but not so soon. Now you have to replace him. Temenin I watched. Yeah, yeah, huh?"

Angga pretended to groan. "You know exactly that I can't win against your mouth."

I hugged him with excitement.

With feet prodding on the mattress and backs leaning against the head of the bed, we watched The Bucket List. Yes. The Bucket List's.

The movie that finally inspired me to express those three words. "I love you."

I felt Angga's body jerked. "Rooks. What's?" Know that he was already resting in front of me, my feet were still scattered between his thighs. "What did you say just now?"

Shame and excitement flow in the blood. "I love you," I said softly while looking down.

"Hey." The tip of Angga's finger moved my chin so we looked back. "I want to hear you say it while you look at me."

His wish is my command. "I love you, Fencing Emilio Addams. I love you."

The dark brown beads of Angga instantly sparkled. Happy dancing in both eyeballs that seemed to shine in the dimness of the room. "And I love you, Olavia Marie Arifin. I've kept this feeling a long way, before I knew the true meaning of those words. For as long as I wish you would feel the same. And, now, after you've just realized my biggest dream, I'm the dumb one, I don't know what to do."

"Kiss me."

"What?" Angga again jerked.

"Kiss me. Like, really kiss me." I grabbed the shirt he was wearing and pulled closer. Above her lips, literally, I repeated those words again. "Kiss me, Ngga."

And, to Angga, my request is also an order.

Without the need for another preface, he eliminated the few centimeters available. In a moment our lips met. However, he still kissed my lips carefully.

"Give me the real kiss, Emilio Addams. Show me what the real kiss is supported to look like. Show me how it feels. Teach me how to do it right."

"I-I don't know." Anga stammered.

Instantly my forehead shrinks. "You mean? You don't know what?"

He rested his body on his heels and massaged his nape. "I .. I don't know how to do i-it's right because I've never been, eng .... I have never, engg ... have never kissed the same .. same ... same other girls, engg ... other than .... other than the same you."

Now it's my turn to be flabbergasted. "What?"

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