Papa To Oleander
4. Can He Keep His Promise?

Ola

"Lo said what just now?"

Angga looked surprised. "By the way? You mean what? I didn't say anything just now."

"Really?" I looked at him straight away, trying to find a loophole that could tell the young man a lie.

"Truly, swear!" sure again.

I also did not find anything rotten in his eyes.

"Oh. Okay." Okay." Did I hear wrong? Who just spoke? Who says I'm jealous?

Idiho. Jealous of Hong Kong? Why am I jealous too? There is no reason to be jealous. Please, deh!

I immediately gave up that thought. In Kalakian I leaned the body to the bed. The head is also attached to the pillow, with a position turned to the right where the floor to ceiling window made of glass is located. Out there, the city is busy killing human souls and bodies who seek life, as usual.

Hm.

I felt this chest gradually melayang. The anger that originally filled him slowly began to melt and leave me.

Ah, I didn't know that I needed this so much.

Now Angga changed the movement into small massages with a regular tempo. Not only hands, he also moved to my lower arm.

I didn't know I needed this much.

A whim slipped from my lips unintentionally. How not? The massage felt very good in my arm muscles which turned out to be very stiff.

I didn't know I needed this much.

I closed my eyes so that the pleasure more freely kuresapi.

"Enak, huh? You just take a break, okay? Relax." Relax." Angga. "Want me to help you set it lower?"

"Uh-huh," I replied as I shook my head with my eyes closed. Not only because this position is too comfortable for me, but also because I do not want Angga to stop doing what he is doing now.

Nope. Can't do. If he stops and sanity re-enters me, I probably won't let him touch me again. Therefore he must not go from there.

"Okay. What matters is that you're comfortable, right?"

"Uh-huh." I nodded this time.

"okay, then. Good then. You remember what Ners Indah said earlier, right?"

Suddenly my head was straightened and my eyes opened to hear the name again. "Don't!" my growl. "Don't mention her name again. Or you intentionally, want to see me bersamuk-ngamuk like that again. Huh yeah?"

"If you stop mentioning him or you want to go outside? Hm?"

Angga exhaled a long breath. "Sorry, okay? I'm sorry, huh? I promise I won't do that again."

I also took a breath. "You better not." I'm breaking my body again. I closed my eyes again. I'm trying to enjoy Angga's gentle massage again.

"Yes, yeah. Shrimp, please, get angry? Stress and negative energy are not good, you know, for you and baby."

Deg.

Oh, my God.

The contact of the right hand that was being fitted with the infusion tube held my slightly enlarged stomach. Oh, my God. How could I forget his whereabouts and the reason I am now in this hospital in the first place? How could I not consider his whereabouts while acting? Or thinking? Or feel?

Yeah, God. How much bad energy I channeled to him from earlier.

I'm sorry, Mom, yeah, honey. Mom was acting stupid. My mother did not behave well. Mama has endangered you and now Mama is busy thinking about other things that are not important besides you.

Mama realized Mama Maaih was very immature. Yeah, God. How can you be in this useless belly of Mama? Mama has done a lot of wrong with you while you were four months old in your stomach. How will Mama teach you the truth if Mama is still this stupid?

That's so sorry, son. Sorry Mama, yes. Mama's really sorry. Mama was wrong. I don't know why you're doing all that, thinking about those unimportant things, and feeling labile, weird, messed up like this. Even so, Mama knows it can not be used as an excuse. Mama has you now. You should try not to make mistakes, no matter how small. Mama promised to do it as hard as Mama can.

Sorry Mama, yes. You're fine in there. You are healthy so that we can get together and live life together in the world. Mama loves you. Very fond of. Again, sorry Mama.

I felt both my eyeballs heating up. Before long, the water began to pool under the petals, preparing to fall from its corners. I bit the lips that were shaking. However, nothing can stop the sobbing going outside and shaking the chest.

Instantly my small body was enveloped by a much larger and sturdy body. It is soft but strong at the same time. He straightened my body so he could put me in his pagutan more thoroughly. "Dear, Baby. It's okay. It's fine. Everything is going to be okay. Everything will be fine. You are good. You're doing good. You are both. Sh. Ssh. I'm right here. I was right here. I'm not going anywhere. I-i promise. Yea? I will help you face everything. I-i promise. I-i promise. Everything will go well. Everything will be fine. I promise."

The words full of promise came out of Angga's mouth smoothly. Somehow, no matter what the cause, I could feel that he also said it sincerely.

Again, he could give this inner sense of calm.

Along with Angga's efforts to calm me down, I also launch words of apology in the heart for the prospective baby I'm holding. I'm sorry that I've been careless, negligent, and somewhat irresponsible towards him. I'm sorry that I haven't been able to fully assume the role of a parent. I'm sorry I'm only human, and the fault is me.

However, one thing I will never regret. I won't apologize for being here. In addition to the way he was and who his father was, although only four months old, I can feel that this baby is the most beautiful gift that God has given me.

One day, I felt my body being broken down again. Familiar warmth and fragrance; I did not expect her to still use the same perfume more than ten years ago, immediately encompassing. The blend of fresh citrus and lavender scents from Calvin Klein CK One made me so that the world went dark and nothing could interfere anymore.

There was only me and my baby.

We will both face the world. Or, may I say, the three of us?

Can Angga now keep his promise?

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