Papa To Oleander
36. Instant Chemistry's

Ola

I saw Angga dropping off the bidding Bang Dimas by waving me to the apartment door. I waved back at him. After the apartment door closed again, Angga walked leisurely towards the sofa. Shortly after, he stood behind me.

Mama immediately turned her head when she saw the young man on the screen. "Hi, Ngga. How are you doing?"

"Good, Aunt. What about auntie? It must have been really exciting, yeah, the honeymoon." Angga.

The seduced mother even smiled shyly.

Wait, what is that? "Ma, are you blushing?" I asked when I saw the hue that appeared on the cheek of the woman who gave birth to me. What the ...? It really worked to make me grumble. "Yes, you are blushing! You are's. Shoot it! Why are you blushing? Oh, my God! I don't want to know anything about this. I don't wanna hear. Aaaaaa. I don't care what makes Mama so blush. Aaaa. Don't want, don't want, don't want to! Anggaa. Been already. Don't tease Mama anymore. I don't want to know about this!"

I hit Angga's head with a couch cushion near me. I squinted my eyes while continuing to shake my head, hoping that the shock could cast off whatever shadow was created there. Yeah, God! I really don't want to know anything about my parents' private life. Seeing the red color on your cheeks has made my stomach roll. Yeah, God. Disgust, disgust, disgust!

There was the laughter of Mama and Angga in the midst of the hysterical storm that hit me. Then, their laughter was followed by a heavy voice that I had heard all my life. "For ngetawain what, anyway? Hey, Sweetheart. Why are you videocall closing your eyes? You're all right, aren't you?"

Soon I opened my eyes after hearing the question from Papa. "It's okay, Pa. I'm safe, really," I replied while showing off a smile. And not a fake smile either.

"Thank God. How are you, Ngga? Work, all, safe? No one's upset about being Olavia's bodyguard, right?"

Angga's left arm was coiled around my shoulder while his right elbow was laying on the back of the sofa. This position made his head a few centimeters higher than my head and the distance between our heads was very close. Therefore, I could feel the crackling coming out from inside his chest just now. "No, Om. All are safe, and can be taken care of from anywhere. In the restaurant there is Dimas, in the club there is Erik. So." The young man spread his shoulder.

"Good, good. So Om says we have to work smart, not just hard. Goodgood. Uh, Oliver's still in Singapore, huh?"

"Yes, Om. He said he'd be back this weekend, but it's still not sure what it's gonna be."

"Oh, okay, okay. Yeah, had. Finish cleaning, yuk, Honey," Papa asked Mama while rubbing the shoulder of the woman he had been married to for more than thirty years. "It's past eight o'clock, you know. We might miss the group."

"OK, man, Mama, Papa. If so, you go ahead first. Happy touring, yes!"

"Bye, Sweetie. Bye, Angga."

"Bye, Aunt. Take care, okay?"

"Always. Lobe you, Sweetheart."

"Love you, guys. Bye."

Video calls were soon interrupted.

I cleaned the corner of the eye with my fingertips.

My shoulders went up and down with a fairly clear movement. "Yes, yeah. I know, really. Basically this pregnancy hormones make me mellow, yes, want to be flanked again."

"Yes, there's no need for anything either, anyway. Anyway, right, soon after her baby was born. So, the mellow-mellow's snapped up again and abis."

I turned to the man who was still behind the sofa with his eyebrows high on his forehead. "You think my real brother is straight to normal, right? Nope. Nope. You're wrong, Kisanak. There's a lot more I'm going to face."

I could feel his shoulders up and down as he pushed it around. "Yes, that's okay too. Whatever you face, I will continue to be by your side to support you and this baby." Angga then put his hand on my stomach.

A sudden kick felt from within.

"Oh, my God! You're that rasain, aren't you?" I asked Angga who looked just as surprised as me.

"Yes, my God, baby! I .... I'm ...." The guy was clearly at a loss for words because of what had just happened.

This was not the first move I felt from my baby. However, this was the first response my baby gave when Angga touched my stomach for the first time anyway.

The release of pagutan around my body to move in front of me. Now he's resting between my legs. My big, bulging stomach was in line with his sight. "Sorrys. It was supposed to be .. uh, I .... Sorry. Now I am .. I am .... Duh, honey, I can ...?"

Although the sentence is not finished, but I understand what he asked. Immediately I lifted up the clothes that covered up to the bottom of the chest and nodded at the man who was still looking at me expectantly.

Angga raised his trembling hand. Let her first both palms settle there before then began rubbing my stomach slowly. "Oh, my God. Dear. I wanted to do this from the first time I knew there was a baby in your stomach. I didn't know that in the end I would get a chance to fulfill my wish. Oh, my fxcking God. I cry again. Shxt, I cry again."

My tears finally melted as well, accompanying the clear hairs that flowed down the cheeks of the man who was now sticking his forehead on my stomach.

In fact, that's not the only reason for the tears. I also did not expect that I would feel a touch like the one Angga gave me during my pregnancy. Though I had imagined that my first experience of conceiving without a partner would be very heavy, full of loneliness, and filled with emptiness. However, not so the truth. Beside my family, there was Angga who faithfully accompanied.

She could have left, not caring about me anymore, just because I was pregnant with another boy. He could have abandoned the feelings he had for me on the grounds that I was no longer alone, there was a child who would most likely be a burden to the relationship that wanted to be built. She could have picked other women out there, who were prettier and, especially, free. No responsibilities waiting at home.

However, no. He's still here, next to me. Chose me. Even long before I decided to open my heart again for her.

I really owe a lot to Angga.

I put my hand on the hand of the much larger Angga, and brought them closer to my lips. I pecked one by one that palm. "Thank you's. Thank you so much because you are already here, accompanying us, huh. Honestly, I don't know what we'd do if there wasn't you."

One wet kiss felt on top of my stomach. Again the baby responded in his own way. The more often Angga gives contact, the more often he moves.

Yeah, God. Not born yet, it seems my baby is already so fond of Angga.

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