Papa To Oleander
32. The Road to the Heart of Olavia

Ola

Today was really exhausting and exhausting. I did not expect that the journey I imagined would only bring pleasure and even include other flavors.

Life is like that, isn't it? Always keep the balance by presenting something in pairs. Men and women. Left and right. Big and small. Heavy and light. Likes and sorrows. Laughter and crying.

Eating and false contractions.

That was the first Braxton Hicks experience I had during my pregnancy. I deserve to be so surprised. I think I'm really going to give birth on the black BMW 2 Series Coupe that Angga brought in earlier.

Thankfully it didn't. If it had happened, I couldn't imagine what kind of trauma I would have given that guy. Already the car will be very very very very dirty, my screams and anything that will be witnessed will haunt Angga for life.

Well, phew to that. Thank goodness it didn't happen. Praise be to You, the All-Knowing, All-Wise and All-Everything. It turns out, even though he is suffering from sin, He still loves me and Angga. Especially this baby.

My stomach is already very big. After exhaling a long breath, I muttered in my heart.

I'm sorry if Mama made you shock with that much food, yeah, honey. After all, the mother would take it every time she saw the food. Especially the food that my mom ate. It's all delicious, right? Mama's favorite, tuh. If again the road to the top must stop there first. How's it? Do you like it too? Is there anything that does not match your taste so you did the protest earlier?

By the way, you really made Mama shocked, you know, honey. Seriously. Never-never-before Mom's stomach was so tense. So shocked and panicked, Mama reflexively shouted. You heard that, didn't you, Mama's yelling was as fast as what? Very hysterical until Mama sure Mama has made Om Angga is hanging.

Mama thought Mama also made her panic. But, Mama knew she was trying to hide the panic she felt from Mama with all her might. The reason is definitely because he does not want to make Mama added senewen as well.

Yeph. You heard that right. I know Angga was also very anxious, but he tried hard to aggravate his feelings for me. I could see the way he bit his lips. Also how he opened and closed his fist many times. Things that the man always does when he feels anxious or agitated.

Mama also heard he fell asleep calling Mama use the term darling again several times. But, tasi Mama is not too concerned about it because .. yes, Mama does not want to make it a problem. Also because ... hm .. if Mama can be honest with you, Mama likes when she calls Mama by that name. Make Mama remember our past, you know. And make the feelings that were once in your heart come back to life.

You've heard a sentence, whether it's from a wise man, or from a movie you watch, a book you read, you forget. Importantly, it sounds like this. One will show his true nature in the crucial moments. And, Mama so remembered the attitude of Angga earlier. Does he really still love Mama as he says? Was his love really that big to the point of being able to last for over ten, eleven years?

What do you think? How should you do, dear? Do you have to stick to your principles, be careful in taking a stand, be more concerned with common sense than these feelings, or do you have to go back to following your heart? Can you just follow your heart?

What should Mama do?

Goslings

"Thanks, Ngga, I did not want to go around earlier," said Olavia when he turned around when he managed to open the door of his apartment.

Oh, well. L'm ....

"I'm going in first."

Before I could open the door, I prevented her from moving by putting my hand over her soft arm. "Eh, sorry, Olavia. Sorry. So ... so gini. Eng .... I thought, engg .... What ... can I stay here first? I .. I'm afraid that you'll experience something like that again. Anyway, if I go back home, I'm sure I won't be able to sleep because I think you continue. That's why I dared to say this to you. Engg ... what .. what is it? I can sleep on the couch, nothing, really. Just so it's near you. As long as I can easily check on you all the time."

Well, I don't know what I just said sounded like by Olavia. I don't care if I look like a fool because of my stuttering speech and I don't look sure. I admit I'm not sure because I don't know what he's responding to. Obviously, I've conveyed what's on my mind, which I value quite well, to the number two woman I love most in the world. Whatever he wants to say.

Yeph. Whatever him. Even if he refuses to be accompanied, I can hang out at this door all night. Sleeping on the corridor carpet that I debunya seven derivatives of this I was okay. As long as I am near them.

More or less I tell this to the woman in front of me. After hearing my clumsiness, her beautiful eyes widened. "Eeeew, no!" He exclaimed. "You can't sleep in front of here. Dirty, Ngga!"

My smile is flashing on my lips. "So, can I do it, right?" I asked to be sure.

Olavia exhaled a long breath. I'm sure the inexhaustible expression attached to her pretty face was just a pretense. He knew for sure that I would do anything I could for him. "Yes, can. But, I do not want the responsibility that tomorrow morning your body aches because of the uncomfortable sleeping position on my small sofa. You have to promise me you won't protest. Don't protest at me, okay? Accept the consequences yourself with a chest." He pointed his fingertips to my nose.

If I'm not forced to keep the attitude, I've caught it and I put it in my nose the flickering finger and the girly sulter. "OK, okay. I-i promise. I won't protest. In fact, I plan to make you breakfast pancakes plus choco chips tomorrow morning. How's it? You want to, right?"

"Yes!"

I told you that I already knew the way to Olavia's heart. Let alone the path of the spirit, the path of the mouse I have memorized. Believe, deh!

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