Papa To Oleander
35. Mom and Her Super Power

Ola

After watching (and this time it was my turn to flood her sex body with tears and snot, God! God, I can't believe I just said that), we chose to clean ourselves up and order lunch. I mean, I went into the bathroom and Angga was busy calling the restaurant people to set up the lunch menu and deliver it here.

I .... Feels ....

I can't speak.

****

Goslings

After ordering what Olavia wanted, tuna sandwiches, mashed potatoes, salads, and of course banana and date milkshakes, I asked Dimas to deliver them directly because I all wanted to check out the restaurant with him.

Olavia's not looking out and I don't want to leave him alone either. Be the restaurant manager I told you to come here.

After turning off the phone, I returned to the living room again. I sat on that historic couch again. Not for nothing, but this is where I and the woman I love most reconcile. Because this is where my relationship and he started again.

Fxck. Man, I .... I still can't believe what happened.

I leaned my body and put my head on the backrest. While looking up at the ceiling of the apartment, I exhaled a long breath of relief. Damn. I can't believe God is the same as me.

I promise to do good more often from now on.

****

Ola

I was greeted by a counter full of food and greetings from Bang Dimas. "Eh, La. How's it? It'll be a little later, I guess."

I smile. Kuelus-elus my stomach is covered in an armless gym sweatshirt belongs to Angga. "Yes, this, Bang. The doctor's estimate, anyway, is about two weeks away. Don't know the baby."

"Whatever he wants when, it's important that you're as healthy as he is" chirped Angga who then kissed the top of my head.

Bang Dimas eyes widened to see the behavior of Angga. "Eh .. loh ...." Bang Dimas. "Duh! Yes, yes!" He finally cried out and shook his head. "The boss is overprotective with you. It's a couple, anyway?"

I laughed and looked at Angga. Not surprising. He was sending a piercing look at his employee. "Udah, ah." I patted her chest gently. "Don't be so fierce."

Bang Dimas who was subdued by the plotting of his boss was grimacing. "Sorry, Boss."

I heard Angga cleared his throat. "Yes, already. Eat, yuk. That Abis you can call Om same Aunt. But it's only been two and a half, anyway. Are you sure they're awake? It's still early in the morning, you know, Yang, in Holland."

"Nowhere. They want to tour around the last city while looking for souvenirs he said. Yuk, ah, eat. That crying event made me really hungry now."

Bang Dimas's eye brows instantly rose high onto his forehead. He's probably thinking what I mean by the crying event.

"Oh, you mean, uh, you mean, you're the one who cried because you saw the movie just now. Aye, right?" Now it's Angga's turn to be hilarious. "Yes, already. Yuk, eat. You eat, Dim."

****

I chose to contact Mama and Papa from the sofa that is now my favorite place and left Bang Dimas and Angga in the kitchen. Even so, I can still hear their voices coming from here when talking about work.

My video call was picked up after the third ringing. Mama's face was fresh, not yet polished makeup, filled the screen. "Hi, Sweetie. Good morning."

"Oh, yes. It's noon in there, huh? How is Mama's grandson? Have eaten? You're safe, right? Gaj happened nothing, did he?" Mama bombarded me with questions.

I chose not to tell you the details of yesterday. The important thing is, right, the point is everything is fine. "Nothing, Ma. All safe. And my mother's granddaughter ate, really. Many."

"Goodle. Goodgood. Wait for Oma to come home, yeah. Oma has a lot of souvenirs for you," said Mama with a cheerful tone.

Laughter suddenly escaped my lips. Since she was eight months pregnant and we started to collect the equipment needed by the baby, Mama had used the pronoun Oma for herself when she talked to me. All Papa, Bang Oli, and I can do is shake their heads and obey them. Let Mama be excited to welcome her granddaughter from the opposite attitude, right? "City, Oma. Thank youuu. Do not forget to bring souvenirs for his son too, yaa. Wanting to have grandchildren, children themselves begin to be forgotten."

If there's something true that people out there are saying, it's that grandchildren are the highest caste holders in a big family. Especially the first grandchild.

Mama laughed. "Yes, yeah. Prospective mothers do not lash out, huh. Mama also bought souvenirs for you guys, really. Make Angga too." The middle-aged woman blinked.

I can see it on my phone screen, my cheeks are blushing red.

"Who? Why are you so red? Which part of Mama's sentence makes you blush, huh?" Mom seduces. "Hayooooo-chan. There must be something you tell Mama. Yeah, right? Come on, I'm you."

Oh, my God. Mama with a thousand and one superpowers.

I plucked up a few seconds of courage before revealing that, "Me and Angga are better."

"Yes, Lord, Gusti nu the Great. Honey, honey!" Mama yelled to Papa who was out of nowhere. He gave up when Papa who was called never answered. "Father you, huh, yeah. From the past, if again in the bathroom every called must never come."

Now I'm the broken one. "Yes, what's the matter, Ma? Too bad in the bathroom to scream."

The woman who gave birth to me rolled her eyes. "Certainly, continues? Which one? Mama will say, dong."

I obviously refused that request. "Ih, Mama. Want to talk about what try? Don't be ashamed, deh."

He rolled his eyeballs once again. "So, you. Don't suuzan then. Mama, right, just want a regular ngobtol. Two days ago, he did not call Mom. Mama could miss him, too, you know!"

Heh? This is completely new information to me. "Women often call their mothers? Mama's walking this way again? Yes, Ma?" Now it's my turn to urge Mama with my myriad questions.

"Oops." Mama closed her lips using the palm. "Mama's leaking, huh?"

"Don't have much style, Mama. Come, koritaaa. Angga used to call Mama, didn't he?"

I saw Mama exhaling a sign of surrender. A smile adorned his lips. He now spoke in a more calm, respectful tone. "Yes, Sweetie. He said he needed to report to Mama and Papa. But, we take that as a form of concern for him as you. Form of seriousness he keeps his promise about keeping you with us. And, therefore, Mama think Papa you now put even greater respect for him. So, he's not just your brother's friend now, but someone more. How, yes, Mama said? More, that's it."

Whats? Angga did all that? Although the form is very simple, it only informs Mama and Papa about my situation, or in the language of "report", but the attitude is very mature.

"Mama's so glad to hear you're finally back again."

"Who? I said better, Ma, not back." I'm trying to correct.

Yet, still. Mom and her super power. "What's the difference between getting better and turning? After all, you guys stay together again, right?"

Oh, my God. Don't tell me that you already know about my closeness to my brother's best friend.

Oh. My. God!

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