Papa To Oleander
37. Crisp Laughter Olavia

Goslings

We finally returned again. Unexpectedly unexpected, the day that was originally intended to rest even became a series of clocks containing important moments that drain tears.

But I won't replace it with anything. I guess what happened all day was a vital moment in our relationship and I won't have it any way.

I don't care if I cry bombay in front of my idol. Twice in fact. I don't care. Obviously, after what we talked about and what we expressed with tears of tasi, my feelings got stronger for Olavia. Especially for the baby.

Thoughtlessly and without permission touched the belly of Olavia for the first time. And when I felt the little kick of the tiny man inside his mother's belly it was ... Man! My feelings are mixed. However, it is definitely a mixture of all positive emotions. I was surprised, I did not expect, I was very happy because in the end I could do what I had long dreamed and get a reaction from the baby.

Hopefully that reaction really means good, yeah. I don't want to think that the baby's kick was done as an act of protest because of my unwanted touch. And I think he likes my touch. The proof alone, when I touched her back a while later, she shook her head in excitement.

Hope.

Shxt.

I chuckled as I recalled the crying scene I had earlier.

"Why you?" Olavia who was leaning her body against my body turned and asked.

I shook my head. "Nothing is." I'm going to be spitting up again. Delegate the statement I made just now. "Shorxt."

"What, anyway, you?" My woman elbowed my chest with anxiety.

Gelak that came out one, two earlier became scattered laughter.

"What, the hell, you, Ngga? It's not clear, iiih."

While wrapping my arms around Olavia's body, scratching my face around her neck, and putting my palms in my latest favorite spot, I still burst into laughter.

I heard the love of my life go along giggling. "What, the hell, Yang?" his insistence. He still wants to know.

After my brother died down, then I freed him from his curiosity. I raised my head so that our eyes met again. "I'm ashamed to remember that. I mean, the crying part, not the other one. When, yeah, was the last time I cried Bombay like that? I don't remember." I chuckle amusedly. "Damn."

The prettiest woman on my lap chuckled. "Oh, that. Hm. When, Yang? I'm curious again."

I quickly moved my head to the left and to the right. "Nope. Not a chance" I refused at once. "Even if I remember, I'll never share the story with you. It was enough to feel my credibility as a man tarnished by the kecengengan gegara me earlier. You won't say I'm a grumpy polar bear anymore. How, dong?"

"Gee!" Olavia patted my chest with the back of her right hand. "Kok, can you tell I called you that? You know where, ha?"

I shrugged my shoulders, acting like a mysterious pretender. "She, deh."

My girl also squinted her eyes. The sightings I knew would bring disaster.

Suddenly I felt a pain in my chest. "ouch!" Shxt. Don't tell me he just twisted my pxting. However, if monitored, the source of pain does come from there. "Ouch, Yang!Sick, know!" I grimaced half laughing. This girl has never failed to make me dumbfounded by her behavior.

"Eat him, you are! Who told you not to answer?" Olavia defended himself. He then sneered and gave me that kind of stare again.

"Isn't he?" ask her with red cheeks.

"He-uh."

"Ouch. Uh, sorry, deh. Ow."

"Huh, why is it wrong with you, huh? Ha?" I poke-pole dagu women pujaan gye increasingly reddened his cheeks.

"Female, what the hell, you!" He shook my hand. Gye saw his forehead wrinkled, but no one could lie the centum that pulled the corners of his lips. "Don't, um. Gosher!"

I stopped my temptation and replaced it with a kiss on my forehead. "Udah, don't be ashamed of you. Who says I don't like that nickname you love? Come on, honey. Which man whose nose does not expand is said to be a polar bear with a stocky body? Who, ha?"

I got a sneer. "You forgot there's a lot of frills behind that name, right?"

"Bodo is the same thing." I also sneered.

My lady suddenly sighed. There was a sad tone that was carried by the air he released.

I looked down, looking at her pretty face carefully. Looking for clues as to what brought the grief to her. "What is it, dear? What's wrong?" I finally asked.

Olavia. He then threw his head against my chest again. His fingers were on the clothes I was wearing. "I miss Raisa, Ngga."

Well .... There's nothing I can say but, "I know."

"Why is he still guaranteed me, huh, ngga?"

I really do not like the gray clouds that inhabit the world of love my life today. I mean, yeah, we just laughed. Couldn't the pleasure last longer if it couldn't last forever?

I rub her back slowly, down and back up, on and on, hoping that my touch can make her a little calmer. I kissed her forehead again. "Maybe he just needs time, honey. You know, because the problem is not ... problem .. it is very sensitive for girls, right?" I close my comment with another kiss.

Whatever. Now when I can do that as I please, I won't waste a chance. I will continue to find reasons to shower the love in my life with a kiss from me. Let him get used to it and always remember my existence. Let him no longer feel alone.

"It's not fair" he said.

Hearing this, I took a long breath. "Actually, everything seems unfair because we don't see it from the right angle, Yang. In the eyes of the All-Knowing God, everything is fair."

I can feel the breath of Olavia through the cotton fabric of the shirt I wear. I can feel the kisses that he then put up there, right above where my heart is. "I finally met the one you knew. The calm and wise."

"Well, I'm still in here, really. You're a busy man who says I'm a grumpy, hot-tempered giant polar bear who's brazen and delirious."

My woman finally snapped again.

Well, a voice like this that I want to always hear from the outside of him.

Connect ....