Papa To Oleander
38. Tense

Goslings

"Yes." yep." I knocked on his door three times. "I'm a." When there was no word, I tried to call him back. "Iawang. Olavia."

Then I heard a reply from the room, but I could not catch what was said. "Yeah, you're in the bathroom, huh?"

The voice sounded again.

Oookays. Looks like I should get in. When I turn the knob, the door opens easily. There is a sense of satisfaction in me. It's good to know that Olavia heard the advice I gave. I asked him not to lock the door. In case anything happens, I can quickly be there to help him.

I looked around while I was in the room that best reflected Olavia. Decorative pillows in pastel colors and floral motifs are scattered everywhere, mostly on the bed. On one side of the wall stood a shelf that was almost full of books. A neat dressing table, not too many****-whimpering makeup on it because, thank God, my beloved woman only uses powder and her friends in a minimalist manner. And I like that fact. In my opinion, he does not even need to cover the natural beauty that he has using these artificial ingredients. Enough with a fresh face after washing it, she easily became the most beautiful woman in the world. As I approached, I was surprised to see a familiar bottle. In fact, I have the same bottle at home.

How likely is it that it was the perfume bottle he first bought? Could it? On my eighteenth birthday, Olavia gave me a bottle of perfume. He said he also had a bottle at home. So, when he misses me when I'm abroad for college, he just squirts the perfume on my clothes that he keeps.

Fxck. I don't know why I forgot that one detail. However, these memories remind me of things that have happened lately. Olavia loves to wear my clothes.

God damn. Suddenly, there was a feeling of tightness in my chest. I truly owe that woman of infinite happiness that I have hurt.

Shaking my head, I switched and continued my expedition inside Olavia's room. If you think after clearing up all the affairs in our past, me and him will jump straight into the same bed, you guys are wrong. This is the first time I've been in his room. Usually, when I call, he goes straight outside.

I have great respect for his decision to go through this slowly and I agree. I want her to focus on her baby first. Anyway, I'm not going anywhere either. So? We're taking this relationship at her pace. We can go as slow or as fast as she wants. Pressure no.

Clearly, Olavia and I will still end up together.

Next to the dressing table are two large doors lined with mirrors and I believe this is the door of Olavia's built-in wardrobe. I'll pass soon. In addition to not intending to overstep his privacy further, I also do not want to challenge myself by looking at what is in there. I don't believe in my own reaction.

Okay. We better get straight to the main destination. Enough peek-peek action.

I stepped into the only other room in this room. I knocked on the door three times. "Yes? Dear."

This time I could hear her voice more clearly. "Yes. I'm in the bathroom!"

I chuckled while putting my hands in the pocket of the black cargo pants I was wearing. "Yes, yeah. I know. I was in your room, no. Sorry, I entered without excuse. You see I called from earlier your answer is not clear." I explained.

"Yes, it's okay. Why, Ngga?" answer from behind the door.

"No. I just want what you want for dinner. Let's not wait too long."

"As far as you are. I'm nudging."

"Hm. Wait," Olavia's pinta then fell silent. There was the sound of a shampoo bottle cap or open soap bottle.

Oh, my fxcking God. The silence made my brain run to places I shouldn't be. I painstakingly refused his invitation. However, after trying to count down from a hundred using Mandarin that was not mastered at all and biting the hand that I clenched strongly, I finally lost.

The shadows swirled around in my head.

Olavia's in there. He's obviously in the shower. When taking a shower, he will not wear clothes. If his body is not wrapped by a single thread, he means being ....

God fxcking damn it, Angga! Stop thinking about her nakxd body, you pervert!

I know, I know. However, I can't. The more I try, the more the shadow reigns over my head.

Fxcking!

I realized with blood that little by little became more focused to flow into my head that was below. Damn, damn, damn! I have to do something.

As I was about to escape from the scene of the crime, Olavia who did not know what was happening inside me interrupted, "Yang, I want to pecel chicken from angkringan near Bang Oli's apartment. Keep buying grits, yes, if any. Same as rujak."

Oh, thank God. Nothing could cool my hot blood more than the name of my best friend and sister. I take a long breath. At least I can survive now. "Okay, I'm looking first, yeah. Are you okay with being left alone?"

"It's okay, Yang. I will be fine. After the shower I'll wait for you in the room."

Oh, xxxx. Why, after all, did he have to say that? He doesn't know what I'm fighting for behind this door.

Come on, Angga. Mind you don't go back there again. Pleases. Take control of yourself. Now is not the time to think about how slippery and fragrant Olavian leather is after bathing.

Xxxxxxck. Why do you have to talk about that, anyway, ha? Basic gxblok emang lo!

I clenched my hands with all my might, hoping that the tension in my muscles could distract my mind from the tension of something else that is not desired at this time. "Okay, I'll be right back!" I cried at the woman who drove me crazy behind the door. Without a second thought, I immediately ran away from there.

God fucking.

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