Papa To Oleander
47. The First Pair of Words

Ola

Six months later

Time passes so quickly when you actually give a hundred percent of your soul to something you love.

That's what happens to me and Oleander.

It was unexpected that he had been a hundred days gone since my handsome baby was born into this world. He has graduated from the first semester of his exclusive ASI. This time he began exploring the menu of solid food companion ASI that I made myself at home.

Yes, at home.

One month after giving birth, Ole and I finally moved to Mama and Papa's house in Sentul City. For a while the apartment in Kuningan will be rented out, considering that the place will coaong in a fairly long time.

I honestly don't know when I'll be back there.

It's best not to think about such things now.

Back to Oleander.

My son is growing up very fast. He who was originally only able to sleep and cry, has now become a child who is a hobby of rolling around. She also put everything she could reach into her small mouth.

His cry has now been accompanied by the words ma, da, ga. His rants became highlights in my days. I remember very well when Oleander said the word ma-ma for the first time, just a few days ago.

We were playing on the playmat on the back porch. I often invite him to play there because in addition to the shade and the wind that blows, Oleander seems very happy to see the green scenery of the back garden and the water in the pool.

Yeph. Swimming-pool. She has been introduced to underwater activities since she was three months old. Whose other work if not the duo friends; Om Oli and Om Angga? They even hired a professional instructor from one of the baby spa spots in Jakarta.

Well, what can I do? After all, the bill is also those who are responsible, really. So?

The ever smirk insert.

Back to Oleander's babbling business again.

That afternoon we were on the back porch, alone. Mama and Papa were out to attend the wedding of one of their colleagues. We were playing with some brightly colored plastic balls. I imitated Oleander who was doing tummy time by looking down. After being satisfied to reach out, my baby then rolled back until he lay. Holding the ball in her hands and feet up and reaching the ball, she brought the ball closer to her mouth and said, "Ma-ma-ma-ma."

"What?" ask me in amazement. I gasp. "What did you say, honey? What did you say?" Immediately I carried Oleander who was still busy with the light blue round object. "What did you say, honey? You call Mama? You just called Mama, right? Aye, right?"

"Ma-ma-ma-ma-ma." He repeated it again.

"Ciiiiiiiii!" I'm suffocating in excitement. "You call Mama! You call Mama!"

"Ma-ma-ma."

"Oh, my God. Oh, my God!" I shower him with a kiss.

"Ma-ma-ma-ma."

Again and again I put a kiss all over his face. After that I put raspberries in the stomach of my handsome, gleeful, adorable, and smart child.

Come out of Oleander's chest as I do this. I did it again. This time I blew the raspberry while wiggling my head left and right.

His laughter echoed into space.

I knew I was doing the right thing by maintaining his presence in my life.

"I love you, baby gemoy Mama." I pecked his forehead while inhaling the distinctive and fragrant aroma of the baby. I always find that serenity and a fulfilling feeling when that fragrance enters me.

"Ma-ma-ma-ma-ma."

Aaaaaaa.

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Goslings

There was one joke I had seen when I was scrolling through the reel page on Instagram and I immediately liked the joke at the time. This joke is about time. And what makes me think it's even funnier is that the joke was told by a little boy. Boys who are about four or five years old.

So, the concept is he is taking his mother who is behind the scenes to listen to his joke. Then the mother responded by saying she didn't know. Only then did the boy give his punchline.

About the situation like this.

The boy asked the mother. "Do you know what happens when a watch get on a plane?"

The mother holding the camera replied, "I don't know."

The child in Kalakian delivers complete with expression and intonation that strongly describes his excitedness, "Time flies!"

Well .... Ain't that the truth, kid. Ain't that the truth.

Time really flies so fast.

Know that six months have passed. Yes, I'm serious. Six months. That means Ole's age has also passed from six months. Six and a half months. And he has already started his journey of consuming ASI companion food.

Shxt. Did I really say that just now?

Oops! I am excited about the desire that I have kept for a long time in my heart.

Yes. What you hear is true. I want to be a papa to Oleander. Cause, hello! I've loved that cute and cute baby girl since she came out of her mother's stomach.

You all know that I accompanied Olavia in the delivery room. I held Olavia's hand as she tried to deliver her son to this world safely. I was the first man to hold Ole after he was born. I am a person other than family who has constant interaction with him during his six months of life.

At first I might have loved Ole because he was part of the woman I loved most in the world. However, that changed the instant he was born. I love him in my own way, because of his own existence.

Gah! Man, I really can't be saved anymore. Especially when I hear him say that word when I see him.

Pa-pas.

God damn it, guys! L'm .... I can't express what I feel inside my chest. How happy I was when I held Ole, he said the word. Pa. Twice.

Pa-pas.

Fxck. How I want to be Papa for Ole. Not just as Om, the call used by Olavia and Oliver. However, gye deliberately did not use any pronouns that referred to me while chatting with Ole. I sometimes use me or do not give the subject in the sentence I say at all.

Because, you know. I don't want to be anyone but Papa to him.

I remember the first time Ole called me that name. In the afternoon on Saturday. I chose to withdraw from the restaurant early and head straight for the Arifin family residence. After getting information from Bi Ratna, the housekeeper, if Om Arif and Aunt Yuni are having an event, I just went straight to the back porch. I was also told by Bi Ratna that two of my favorite people were playing there.

I found Olavia blowing raspberries into Ole's stomach laughing loudly. His son's laughter was followed by the mother's laughter.

It stopped my steps. For a while, I just stood in place, a few feet behind my woman, and enjoyed the view ahead. The faces of both of them were full of happiness. Sunlight that is not too bright but also not too dim gives a clear effect on both.

A perfection for the eyes, ears, and heart.

I carefully picked up my phone and captured the moment.

A few more times passed before I moved to get close to them. "That's great, nih!" I said that as an opening greeting.

Olavia's head suddenly turned quickly towards the direction I was coming. "Eh, Ngga. I didn't know you were coming."

"Sorrys. I met Bi Ratna in front. He told me you were here. That's why I'm straight away." I bent over to kiss the top of my woman's head before sitting next to her. "For what, hm?" ask Ole while pretending to tickle his fat belly.

He let out that laugh again.

"You know, no, she just called me Mama!" exclaim Olavia with excitement.

"Seriously you?"

"Yes! Iiiiii." She was swaying over her sexy ass. "I'm so happy!"

"Where, mana. Try again. If he's told to try again, you want to, yeah?" I raised a question in my mind.

However, after several attempts, Ole did not comply. He even engrossed himself swinging his hands and watching the ball in his grasp.

I'm getting curious. "Yes, already. Here try me the fat one. Who knows if this time he's going to look at me."

The nervous but still smiling Olavia let go of her grip around Ole's body and moved the baby into my grip.

With my legs upright, I sit the Little Smart Gentleman on my knees with my hands as a support for his earthquake body. When we met, I looked at him seriously. Although his attention was mostly centered on the ball in hand, I remained undaunted to continue the mission. "Okay, Oleander Prince. Now I'm going to ask you to talk man to man. Your mama said, you managed to call her Ma-ma earlier. Is that true?"

Obviously the baby in front of the ghe did not answer. But sometimes he still glances at me. "Oleander Prince."

Miraculously Ole looked at me when I called his full name. Waw. Really smart my son.

Oops!

That skip.

Back to the laptop.

I maintained our eye contact. "Try calling Ma-ma again, Clever?" ask me in a softer voice than before.

The baby was just looking at me for a while. For some time the atmosphere seemed to be quieter.

"Come, Honey. Try calling Mama again" added Olavia from next door. His chin is now on my shoulder. "Come, Son. Ma-ma's. Ma .. ma."

Oleander circled his gaze toward me and his mother in turn. Then, without warning, he opened his voice. "Pa-pas. Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa."

Uh, shxt. I'm sold.

He has to be my son at all costs.

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