Papa To Oleander
31. Hope (which is Easy-Always Not Fake)

Goslings

What the fxck?!

Olavia suddenly shouted hysterically beside me as I was about to step on the gas pedal to slide down the street. I instantly reflexively pressed the brakes deeply when I heard that terrible sound.

What the fxck is happening? What the fxck is going on?

Fortunately, at the same time I also had time to act quickly and hold Olavia's body so as not to be too affected by the sudden braking action I did using my arm stretched out in front of his chest. "Darling, you're okay, right?" I quickly opened the seat belt that twisted and twisted the body so that now I faced my woman who still looked in pain. "Darling?"

"P-abdomen ak-ak-aku .. s-s-pain bang-banget, Ngga." He whimpers. The breath is expelled from the mouth, short and frequent.

What the fxck?

Don't tell me he's contracting. But if so, I can't panic.

Don't panic, *******. Don't panic. You won't help if you panic first. Don't be a useless guy. Don't lose your mind. Pake lo brain. Free you read the book of pregnancy and childbirth seabrek-abrek if in the end all the knowledge is not used to help love in your life.

Please, please, I beg you, Angga. So useful person in the most important moments like this.

Come on, get your shxt together.

I take a breath to calm myself down. After that I held her hand. "OK, you set your breath first. In." I took a deep breath.

I saw him follow what I was doing. Goodgood. That's what I mean.

"Out." I took a long, slow breath. "Good, good. You keep doing that, yeah. Don't freak. Stay cool. I took our car out first."

I moved the gears with our hands still interlocked and directed the car to the side of the road not far from the parking area where we ate earlier. Soon I got out of the car and headed for Olavia's door. I then squatted near him. "Still sick?"

My woman was weak. "Strain, Ngga. My stomach feels really tense. It's been a little reduced now, anyway. But the remains are still there."

"Okay, okay." The panic I was trying to hide inside my chest was about sixty percent. Forty percent is still there to keep me alert.

Olavia in Kalakian let out a very long breath. He leaned his head against the back of the car seat while closing his eyes.

I just looked at him and continued to gently massage the back of his hand. I want to wipe his forehead soaked by the sweat. However, at the same time, I don't want to bother him either. That's why I let him first.

I am letting her take a moment for herself to father her thoughts.

I don't know how many times passed before he finally opened his eyes.

"Where, honey? How now? It doesn't hurt anymore, does it?" Believe this. I've tried to refrain from directly bombarding him with my stupid questions, and the one I just held back.

Yeph. You heard that right.

Olavia wiped his forehead with his hands and let out a long breath. "No. Not anymore. Was safe. I think it's safe."

"Are you sure? Like, really really really really sure?"

He laughed even though his voice still sounded very tired. "Yes, Ngga. One hundred percent sure."

Twenty percent of the anxiety within me thankfully evaporated with the information. Unfortunately, there is still something left. "Do you think we should count the time? Uh, I mean, the distance? Intervalently. Whatever the called. That was a contraction, wasn't it, Yang? Uh, Olavia?"

Yeah, God. Bacot me.

"I don't think it's necessary. I don't think that was a real contraction. Just Braxton Hicks, fake contractions," she explained with a smile without worrying about the hiccup I was doing.

Phew. Braxton Hick's. Thank you God it was just a Braxton Hicks.

Oh, my fxcking God. He almost got me a heart attack. However, I think this managed to take ten years from the rest of my age rations that exist now.

How not? Darling, right, how hard was Olavia's screech? When I try to concentrate on driving again.

"You're scared me to death." I admit.

"I'm sorry. I was scared too" he whispered.

Fxck. "I'm sorry. It's okay. What matters is that you're all right now." By the Most Merciful God, the Most Merciful, I would love to wrap this woman I love the most with my arm and let her be there forever. However, I'm not sure he wants me to hug.

"Kunaon eta tea, Kang? What's up, huh? Can I help you?" Two young men knew it was behind me.

I'll stand up immediately. Damn. I didn't realize I was squatting that long. "Eh, ouch." The joints in my knees are crunching. "Eh, no, Kang. It's."

The young man standing in front looked towards the inside of the car. I immediately turned my head. It turned out that Olavia had upheld his seat.

"Well, is that okay?" This question was directed at Olavia.

My wife also smiled kindly. "It's okay, really. Aman."

"Oh, we thought there was nothing. Because I had seen the same Akang Teteh car just out of the parking lot there continued to stop again. I thought I was on strike."

"Ah, no." He answered again.

"Yes, then we'll excuse you, Kang, Tea. Be careful on the road, yeah, Kang. The same wife her son guarded. Mango."

Welp. "Eh, yes, Kang. Ja. Thank you very much."

The two men then passed.

For the umpteenth time I exhaled a long breath. But this time for a different reason.

Damnit. I like too much what the same Akang said earlier. The same wife her son guarded.

Ready, Kang. Not yet my wife and really contain my baby, I have been taking care of them very carefully. Especially if you are a bini and my son. Geeh! Don't ask again, bye.

"Why?"

That soft voice distracted me. "Hm?" I muttered as I turned to face Olavia.

"Udah?"

I nodded.

"If so, go home, yuk."

Well, damn. The words he spoke, the way he said them, and the expression on his face when he said those words. He really knows how to make my heart float and fly freely like a soap bubble in the air.

Yes, God Almighty, please. Pleases. If you can ask, please grant this one servant request.

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