Papa To Oleander
44. Proof

Goslings

I knew I deserved the questions that Oliver asked. I knew that if I was in his position, I would ask the same thing to a friend who had courageously hurt my sister and now even had the guts to approach her again.

It's not easy to make my best friend sure that I won't be the same dumb son for the second time. It's not easy to make him believe that I'm really going to put all my possessions, soul, and body into protecting Olavia and Oleander. It's not easy to get Oliver to accept that Olavia is finally giving me another chance.

It is not easy to make a guy who is penetrating the world of kickboxing it holds the fist that I believe has thrashed to ask to be affixed to the entire surface of my body.

God fucking. I was originally interested in trying the sport and became a partner sparring the Oliver. However, after the conversation, or borrowing from the word that the Shucks liked for what we just did, the interrogation earlier, I seemed to be undoing the intention alone. I'm not sure he can control himself if given the chance to beat up the person he wants to beat the most at the moment; I.

Hufs. Wait until the Shucks subside the inflammation. Or, at least, until he is distracted by other things such as the miraculous cases brought by his clients that are no less magical. After that, then I can consider the possibility to gym with him again.

Or, maybe it's time to realize my long-abandoned plan; turn the basement in my townhouse into a home gym. So, I don't have to waste time commuting between home and the gym anymore. I could use my time with Olavia and Ole.

God damn's. Why didn't you think about it before, huh? You stupid Angga. Okay, deh. I'll contact my contractor soon.

After parting ways with Oliver in the kitchen, he said he wanted to go back to the apartment first to clean up, I stepped into the room where the two people I wanted to meet were.

I knocked on the door of the slightly open room slowly, three times. As I watched Olavia flinch and turn towards the door, no one could imagine how sorry I was to interrupt her precious rest time.

"Shoot, Honey. Sorry. I didn't mean to wake you up." I explained while watching the steps. This time I did not want to move too excited and also woke Ole who was sleeping in his crib near the wall.

With care my adored woman got up and shuffled on the bed. He leaned his body against the head of the bed while I sat my butt on the edge of the mattress nearby. "His sleep?"

He's nodding. "Lumayan." Olavia then glanced at the clock above the nightstand. "For a long time, yeah, you're around that stupid detective?" he asked while rolling his eyes that still looked a bit reddened.

I laughed, hearing the cemeeh coming out of her pretty lips. Will not run out of material that can be used as an excuse to make these two brothers attack each other. Things, which I must admit, became the source of envy within me. I also want to have a brother, a sister or a sister more precisely, which I can make a friend for a fight, a prank.

However, maybe now, once I have him, I don't need to feel jealous anymore. Because I can also enjoy the "smart" answers and responses from this woman whenever I want. All I need to do is be around him and I'm sure his sarcasm-filled comeback and "bratty" attitude will arise on its own.

I can't wait to get all that.

"Why are you smiling to yourself?"

"Ah, no. There's nothing."

Olavia then assessed my answer using his gaze before shaking. "I'm hungry" she admitted with her lower lip already advanced.

Since when did his lips move forward?

"Cheese burger with fries curly made by Mr. Joko." Olavia replied with vigor.

"OKAY. I'll call the resto guys first."

"What did Bang Oli say to you?"

"Nothing I could have predicted before. Everything is the same big. And, I admit, convincing an Oliver with words is impossible. So, yeah. I just have to prove what I'm talking about to him, to you. If I was really serious. I'm not running anymore. I won't be a fool anymore. I'll stay with you and Oleander until the end of my life."

"Wow. That's seriously a pretty big promise" he commented. The discordant rarity.

I know what makes the sound of my women's laughter that is usually crisp and light, briefly this sounds a bit strange. There is one sense that contaminates the thing that has always been his favorite activity. Nervous. Olavia felt bad after hearing my promise. Shxt. That's my doing. I can't blame him for being wrong. No wonder he hesitated a little. So I guess I have to convince him again. "Yes, indeed. A pretty big promise for a very pretty lady that I want to keep. I'm serious, honey. I'm serious."

However, it seems that my actions did not produce much results. "Well, you don't have to do that, you know."

"Do what?" Now it's my turn to lose the clue.

Olavia smiled and looked down. Tuck the wavy hair back behind the ear. Toying with him the ends of the blanket that covered his body parts up to the waist. "Make a promise too big. I don't want Oleander and I to end up being a burden to you." The sentence was expressed by the woman I love most in this world with a clean slit.

Wound. All I felt in my chest immediately after hearing all that was pain. The pain caused by the pain I myself gave him. "Kok you say that, anyway, Yang?"

Olavia raised his already low shoulders. "Yaaa, let's face it. Because you're single. You are also established. You're good-looking. You can basically get any single woman you want. Not the one-time mothers like me."

What the heck? This isn't him. My real woman, though occasionally overwhelmed with insecurity, she would never humble herself. This isn't him. And it was Guelah who made him this way. "Your support, really, so like the lyrics of a dangdut song like this, hm?" I chose to answer it jokingly.

I realized that whatever I said would mean nothing if I couldn't prove it in the end. So, all I need to do is give them a reason to believe in me again.

"What kind of dangdut song? You're ngaco, ah!" Not yet my hand that wants to hold his face has been brushed off.

I then change the strategy by menowel the tip of the nose pointed at it. "You're the ngaco. If you think I can get whichever single woman I want, why can't I choose to get you? Is there something wrong with mothers of one child? It's good, dong! Buy one get one free. I win."

Now it's my shoulder that has just been dedicated that is the target of his tampol. "Huh! You, yeah. It's just as good as me and Oleander as laundry soap!"

"Oh! Where's ada? Washing soap if you buy a big wrap around it can be a plate of times, Yang. Not a handsome baby like your son." I defended myself.

The anxiety that was on Olavia's face immediately faded after I stopped Oleander. His gaze instantly quietened, his expression turning one hundred and eighty degrees to be gentle, as gentle as it was. There's admiration there. "Yes, yeah. My son is handsome, yes, no. I think his father."

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