Papa To Oleander
40. We Love You's

Goslings

I didn't think that love at first sight really existed. Real love is love, not just lust that camouflages and in the name of love. Nope. It's a feeling of being willing to sacrifice yourself for the person you love. Prioritize all the needs of the person above your wishes and interests. Rela exchanges your life so that your loved ones can stay alive and have a chance to be happy.

That kind of feeling.

And I felt it when my eyes caught his figure for the first time.

Oleander Princes.

Big brown-eyed, thin-haired baby with white skin as clean as freshly opened crooked fruit. His nose is sharp, his lips are red. Her crying was unusually loud. It seemed like he was very excited to join forces and become a resident of the earth.

Just like his mother who looked so haru welcomed the arrival of the tiny figure with great impact. Olavia's tears haven't stopped flowing since Doctor Sheila gave the baby to her lap for the first time. A smile could not be separated from his tired face, full of sweat. She did not care about her tangled hair or her irregular clothes anymore. The center of attention and the world is the baby who is a few hours old.

Oleander Princes.

I remember the conversation we had about this name. At first I was just wondering if he had thought about the name he would give to the prospective baby in the womb. I did not expect that one simple question could lead Olavia to a long session of obsession with the meaning represented by the flowers of the world. How he then came across a flower, which despite being a bush and often growing wild, the oleander plant has pretty flowers of various colors; from pink, purplish white, to yellow.

"In the language of flowers, oleander may mean desire, destiny, and caution as well as romantic love. After reading that, I felt something in my heart. I think someone pulled it and made me keep this name in the notes I made. Pass me another book of notes, meaning it reminds me of the journey I had so I got him.

"Because of the great desire, you know, to get true love and the one I felt back then, she was there. He who became destiny, carved fate, and made clear the profit of my life. He is a reminder to tread carefully. He will be the key to my future relationship. Because anyone who comes near me, of course they have to get past my son first."

Well. I admit I was a little angry at the last sentence he said, but I did not reveal it. How not? That sentence is not true. Whoever wants to get close to Olavia, before they face Oleander, they have to step over my corpse first. And I'm gonna try to get to the end of the blood to make sure that I stay alive and finish them all off.

Because, if my explanation above is not clear enough, only I can be Olavia's life companion and guardian for both of them.

"Congratulations, yes, Olavia, Angga. Mother and baby can rest. Excuse me first."

Doctor Sheila's voice returns my thoughts to the present. I love how the four-headed doctor put me in a group so we sound like family. Hm. I make sure I can find a way to give this doctor a bonus for shopping thinly. "Thanks, Doc."

A moment later the doctor and nurse walked out of the room, leaving me, the woman I love the most, and her baby boy.

I can't argue with Olavia. He really is perfect. "of courses. Because you are the mother" I answered with all my heart.

"Well, you want to gombalin mothers of one child who looks not because I think I'm like this." She protested.

I just broke that shit. "You one kid, cake, five, cake, fifteen .. I don't care! For me, everything you have is perfect. I'm not a tombal, anyway. I seriously. You're the one who doesn't believe."

He smiled, blushed. "Thank you." Olavia exhaled slowly. So careful what he does. "And thank you so much for letting me know. I'm ...." My beloved woman shook her head. "I'm sure it's traumatized you for life.

I followed her shakes. Not wanting to bother with what he said just now. I don't know. Why can he say that, I don't know. I can only hope one day he can see himself from my glasses. So that he finally knows how amazing he is in my eyes. And I can only hope that one day he can understand my feelings. Let him know that I am willing to do anything for him. And now for Oleander.

"Udah, ah. Don't just go crazy. From now on, you can't talk like that in front of me and Ole. Wrestle out? You want us to be angry, huh?" I kissed her forehead for the umpteenth time. "You're amazing. You're perfect. And we love you."

Oh, hell. I don't mean to say that word now. However, can I say that at least I am still lucky because I use the word we and not I?

From his looking face, I could see Olavia's eyes rounded. He was obviously surprised by those words. "What did you just say?" ask her in a confident tone of disbelief.

However, after I thought about it again, what's wrong with saying something honest? It is true that we, in this case me and Oleander, love this woman before us. So? After all, who knew he really needed to hear such words right now. "You are amazing." I emphasize each sentence by using a pause in between. "You are perfect." I said each sentence slowly so that he understood that I was indeed speaking every word that came out of my mouth. "And ... We love you, dear."

A soft "oh" coming off her lips coincided with the fall of a speck of clear water from her pretty eyes. He kissed Oleander's forehead while sobbing.

I also wrapped them in my arms. "I'm sure you'll be the best mom for this hero, honey. And I will always be by your side, supporting you, in every step of the way."

"Thank you," she said amid bated cries. "Thank you's. And .. we love you too."

O Lord, Most Merciful and Most Merciful! Did I just hear what I thought I heard?

Connect ....