Papa To Oleander
34. The Bucket List

Goslings

When the woman put her head on my chest, she put her hand over the exact part where my heart was, I'm sure he can feel how hard my heart beats with the adrenaline running in the blood. I'm sure he can also listen to his voice through the ears attached there.

I'm sure he knows how happy I am right now and I don't care. Because I wanted him to know that he was the cause of the happiness that flooded my body, filled my brain, and that made my heart explode with joy.

Her. Yes, he. The one and only, Olavia Marie Arifin. There was nothing but this woman.

I peeked at the top of his head for a long time. Enjoy the mixture of floral scents from the shampoo he wears and the sweat he lets out while soundly sleeping last night. I really miss this smell.

Damn. God is very good because he has given me a prayer full of sin. Thank you very much, Lord, for returning him into the arms of the servant. Fxck.

Shxt.

Damn.

My eyes are getting hot.

Fxcke.

I couldn't stem the tears that were rising and they were pouring down my cheeks. Without a second thought, I held my adored woman with both hands and I stuck my face in the space between her shoulders and neck; my favorite place from long ago.

I felt the grip of both hands holding my left lower arm strengthening. Before long, I also felt his body tremble.

Both of us went through a few times with a hug while crying over our closeness.

Finally, the moment I was waiting for finally came. The moment where he would forgive the innocence of my youth and would accept me into his life as a whole again. Not half as much as yesterday. With one foot inside and one foot outside the door, at all times must be ready if he expels me for not wanting my existence anymore.

This time, with this, Olavia proved that she really wanted me in their lives. And I'm also really serious about saying that I really want a place in their lives.

"Thank you," I whispered between sobs. Fxck, I know I sound pretty cool, but I told you I don't care. All I care about is revealing how much I thank the most beautiful and kind woman on earth other than Nyokap. "Thank you, honey. Thank you for trying to forgive me."

Olavia just nodded.

I held my head up again, impatient to stare at my woman again. But that made me realize one thing. "Shxt, Honey. I've made your neck flood with my tears and snot."

My lady's guts sound wet. However, it did not reduce his crispness in my ears that were already drunk in love.

I then took off the shirt I was wearing and used the shirt as a rag to clean Olavia's neck of that disgusting liquid. I also use it to wipe my face and dry the palms I wear to wipe the beautiful face as beautiful as the love of my life.

"Well .... I'm sure I have an idea how big that feeling is. Because .... I also feel more or less the same. I ... I haven't felt peace like this in a long time. Last time .... Last time when we ... we ...." Olavia raised her shoulder and lowered her head.

I didn't allow him to take his eyes off me. "I know, Honey. I-i know. I'm sorry for hurting you. But, now, thanks to your opportunity, I can prove again that I have changed. At least my pride has diminished a lot. I'm not a dumb guy anymore."

"Yeah?" tanyanya rasp.

"Of course!" I immediately replied.

"Good." He's nodding. "Goodle. I really hope you're not that stupid anymore, Ngga."

I wrapped him back in my arms. And I went back to inhaling the scent of the body and the products he was using deeply. Until my lungs, heart, brain, all my internal organs were filled with Olavian fragrance.

"Yes, already. So watch, right? Or are you going outside?" I gave you a choice.

"No way, still tired. We're home today, aren't we? I want to lay low first. Later in the afternoon also the plan to videocall Papa with Mama."

"Oh, okay. Then I'll take my clothes first. My clothes are already in-laundry, right? Where did you put it?"

However, before he could stand up, Olavia had already pulled my hand again. "Where are you going?" ask her with a frown.

"You want to get some clothes." I replied, somewhat confused by this super duper fast exchange of emotions. New times better I've managed to make him upset again, anyway?

"No need. Don't wear clothes. You just fall here. I want to be my pillow too. Do dress up."

Well, damn. I really did not expect the answer to come out of the lips that a year ago was busy cursing my existence. "Okaay, if that's what you want. Your wish is my command, dear."

I can finally say that word too.

"Then, what's with the waiting?!" he shouted impatiently.

Be. I lay down along the sofa while my adored woman also slid her body beside me. Now he puts his head on my chest, his big belly is mostly parked on my thighs. While some decorative pillows on the sofa lined up to support his back and waist.

If a few days ago you asked me what my plans were for this Wednesday, I would do whatever Olavia wanted. Yet, still. Watching our historic Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman movie while relaxing and falling like this is not what I have in my head.

But, I fxcking glad it turns out this way. You bet your**, I fxcking do.

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