Papa To Oleander
30. Topgallant

Goslings

We ended up actually doing a culinary tour. The journey that originally started because Olavia celebutukan said "Ngga, like Cilembu roasted yam tea is delicious, too, nih" when he saw his Instagram feed immediately turned into "Ngga, like a sweet angel tea, we'll come here first, okay? I suddenly want a golek." Then, "Ngga, his grandpa wanted a fried gurame too. It's delicious in there. Yuk, get there." And then, he said, "Ngga, Ngga, Ngga. Stopit! I want that!"

Welah.

My adored woman, miraculously, could spend everything she ordered other than goat satay. Thank goodness I did not have to prostrate at the door of heaven his future son in order to persuade Olavia not to finish his portion of goat satay. Can be hit by Doctor Sheila and her family later I.

Instead, he begs. From inside the car, he had already promised that he would only eat two skewers. "Please, Ngga, please. Two tusuuuk. I really want to. The baby actually wants to. Later if he's upset you want responsibility?"

What do I have to answer then for the reason? It is impossible, right, I argue with medical facts that say there is no relationship between the desire "cravings" of pregnant women with the case of an illiterate baby. All babies will experience that as a result of the growth of their teeth. If I answer like this, then Olavia would be my prophet.

Be, I just wish him all the wishes. Because that's why I exist. I was created by God and sent down on the face of the earth to meet all the needs of the woman whose name is Olavia Marie Arifin. Point. There's nothing else than that. So, there's no reason for me to refuse, is there?

"aaaa. Why do you have to drive through here, anyway?" Olavia suddenly whined.

"Well? Where else are we going if we don't get through here?"

"You, ah!" He sneered. "This is your fault. Why did you choose the path here. I, right, so want to eat goat satay."

I actually held my tongue against calling him that. In fact, it is very desirable that this heart mentions the word in a long way. Sayaaang. But, yes, that's how it is. I had to replace it with my own name. "Olaviaaa, we, right, don't know if for sure the meat is ripe. You remember Doctor Sheila said something."

Her lower lips were advancing, her forehead was getting wrinkled. He's funny when he's grumbling like this. I was so worried; whether I should laugh or pity to see him groaning.

I called out to him Dear in heart before opening my voice again. "Don't sulk that way, dong." Dear.

My beloved woman is still silent.

Yeah, God. This girl knows what she can do with my feelings. I exhaled a deep breath and pulled the car over before taking a parking position on the side of the road. "How do you want it?"

I've smelled the smells I'm gonna give up.

"I told you that I wanted to satay the goat" Olavia said after spending a few extra seconds in silence. "Pretty you know that this way doesn't stop by first."

Yes, baby, yes. Very fond of.

I love you so much, Elo.

"Come, Ngga. Ayoooo."

Okay, so then. Your wish is an order for me, Princess. I turned the car around and we headed to the satay place.

Although I was once blamed and made a scapegoat, but I gave up and just wanted to spend a portion of the famous goat satay on Jalan Raya Puncak KM 79. And borrow a sentence from my beloved Lady Princess, it would be a pity to stop by here but not try to singunyang others. I ate goat soup there.

Soggy. Yeah, already. Just take a shower.

****

The love of my life answered with a sigh. "Udah. Yuk, go home."

Yeah, God. My heart. My body was immediately cold hot upon hearing the sentence Olavia had just said. Yuk, home.

Go home.

My hopes that were as high as Mount Everest instantly created pieces of dreams as beautiful as nirvana. The scenes that appear so treat my thirst for a future with Olavia. Such a picture as when we were both officially married, which in the stomach was our son, and the house I had prepared for him in Sentul was our main residence.

Uh. My heart is so light. Floating like a balloon, high into space.

I can't hide the smile that pulls the edges of my lips up to my ears. "Yeah, go home."

Damn. That sounds really really good.

****

Fortunately we did go to the top not on the weekend. Then the case, we obviously will not be able to enjoy the delicious foods freely and meet the road though quite crowded, but the current still moves smoothly.

"Om Arif with Aunt Yuni when are you coming back?" I glanced at Olavia at a glance, making sure he heard my question.

"The plan was the day after tomorrow, but I don't know what's going on yet either."

I glanced at him again. From those few seconds, I could see my adorable woman stroking her stomach while staring at what-apq that passed out there. "You must be really upset, aren't you?"

I swear by what I only intend to tempt women who throughout pregnancy do not stop communicating with the baby in the stomach through the caress. I swear to God I was just kidding. However, maybe because it is basically me who is not sensitive times, yes, my jokes even ended the opposite.

"Kangen knows, Ngga." Olavia finally replied after being silent for a while. The vibrations in his voice became a sign of the chaos I had accidentally made.

Damnit. Damnit. Damnit.

"Hey, hey, hey." I suddenly reached out to my woman's hand. "Sorry, sorry. I just want to tempt you, really. There is no intention to make you cry," I explained again. Now replace me who stroked her hand gently, hoping I could calm her with that gesture.

I heard him sobbing.

God damn it, Angga. I cursed myself in my heart.

Can't bear to not look at her face and make sure Olavia's treasured tears don't fall again, I turned to the woman sitting in the passenger seat. "Sorry, sorry, sorry. I don't mean to make you sad. I know you must miss them. Patience, yes. Kan, you said it yourself that the day after tomorrow they will go home. The day after tomorrow you will be able to meet your father and mother again. Patience, yes."

I wiped his cheek with the back of my hand holding Olavia's right hand while occasionally glancing down the street in front. "The cry, please. Later–"

My sentence was cut by a loud yqng cry from Olavia. "Remember, aaaaaaaaaa!"

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