Papa To Oleander
29. Favorite Aroma Shirt

Ola

After that day, everything almost went smoothly. Go and go home to work with Angga or Bang Oli. Lunch wherever I like. Go back to the office or go straight to the apartment. Dinner is up to me and there will always be a drop off.

Every day for a month.

After a second week guarded by Angga and Bang Oli, Mama and Papa began to believe that I would be fine and finally chose to realize their desire to vacation around Europe for one month. They think that they will be ready to exert all their soul and body to welcome the arrival of the first grandchild of the Arifin family in April.

My pregnancy is now in its ninth month. Through video calls, Mama kept advising me to start taking time off from office affairs. Papa even advised me to really step back and become a silent partner only at Swarga Design in order to be able to concentrate on raising children.

Nine months ago, I could confirm that I would immediately reject this idea with full resistance. However, now, after swallowing the books of child development and parenting science, I honestly feel that Papa and Mama have a point as well.

Therefore, I began to prepare for my departure by choosing a candidate who would replace my position in the office. In two weeks, with help from Bu Renata who claimed to still be heavy-hearted to release the best boss, Swarga Design will now be controlled by Bu Raya. Senior designers who have just moved to Jakarta.

Yeah, you heard that right. I didn't choose one of my old, stupid, unprofessional employees. In fact, I gave them a letter of warning that was in outline; don't be julid or get out of here.

Well, some of them chose to stay under my small company. They just have to prove their ability to eliminate the nature of the julid.

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Goslings

"Olavia, haven't you?" I knocked on the door of his room many times. My daughter has spent over an hour in there.

What the hell is she doing really? Why does he have a tendency to make me lose my mind, anyway? My hobby makes me parno.

"Olavia, Sa–" Shit. I almost mentioned the forbidden word. Fortunately, my mouth can still be broken.

For almost two months, honestly I still often slip. However, Olavia always pretended not to know or not to hear. He'll take his attention away from me or look for something to do in my moments acting like that moron.

Well, how else. I don't think I'll ever get used to not calling the woman I love the most dearly. So, what? Just sue me.

"When do you want to be in there? I thought someone was going to leave quickly so that they arrived quickly, too" joked me still from behind the door.

Before long the door lock was turned.

I immediately took two steps back from the door.

"You, uh!" I know I've been faced with the love of my life that is not too lovely. Aroused looks. With frowning, fiery eyes, and a loud breath, he looked at me. "Patience first, why? You don't know how to be pregnant. Make clothes just need a struggle to know, Ngga!" spray him.

Oops! Looks like I'm wrong again, Audience.

"Sorry," asked me grimacingly.

"Sorry, sorry. It's good you said sorry." Olavia snorts. "Patience why, anyway? Are you lazy to take me everywhere? Are you tired of taking care of me? Bored yet? Huh yeah?"

He once again took a long breath. The tense manner of its foundation had already begun to loosen.

"Goodle. Good." As bad as I can praise him. "Now, give me a chance to explain, yes, Olavia. I'm not lazy. I'm not tired. I'm not bored. I asked if you were ready yet because you yourself said that if you were hungry, would hurry up and eat the sweet potato. Aye, right? I just want you to get what you want. You want to wear whatever clothes you have to be beautiful."

God fucking. I couldn't help but praise her appearance. Despite wearing only black long leggings and a matching sports bra, Olavia is the most beautiful woman in the world after Nyokap for me. Hands down's. I don't care about Jodie Comer or the Kardashians who are said to be the most beautiful women in the world.

Bullshunts.

This is the most beautiful woman in front of me.

And her most beautiful pregnant belly.

Fxck. Nothing is not beautiful from an Olavia Marie Arifin, my adored woman.

"Udah. You just add the sweatshirt so you don't catch a cold in the car." I finally concluded my response. "I'll wait."

"Eh, where are you going?" Suddenly he grabbed my arm as I was about to turn around.

Yeah, it's worth it if I'm confused, right? "Engg, I'm going to the living room. Watch TV while you wait for me."

The woman in front of me looked sour again. "Ih, you!" He exclaimed.

Okaay. What the hell is this? "Yes, Sa– uh, Olavia. What's up?" Mucus! Just barely. I then tried to apply the spell I just told this woman. I took a deep breath and I let go slowly and quietly. This is what matters. Sneakily. Let Olavia no longer take it wrong. I don't want to be on the ugly side anymore.

My beloved Olavia extended her hand. "Where? Here!" ask and tell him at a time.

Oh, my God, the All-Aware. Please help me to understand this woman's request. "What's here, Olavia?" I asked in a voice that was intentionally softened.

His forehead is getting wrinkled. "Shirt! You told me to wear a shirt, right? Whereabouts? Here's clothes!"

He couldn't have asked for that, right? I pinched the shirt I was wearing with my thumb and index finger tips. "This is what you mean?"

"Olavia crossed both hands and placed them on her large belly. "Yes, what else?"

Oala. Basic Angga is insensitive. For the umpteenth time, it turns out Olavia wants to use the clothes I'm wearing. Then I just take that shirt off there and I put it on him. "Udah?"

Olavia stuffed her nose into the collar of the plain t-shirt I had just worn and took a deep breath. "Udah," he said with a sigh and a smile.

Damn. I love it when he does that. I love to know that Olavia loves the smell of me left on the shirt I wear.

God damn. This girl really!

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