Papa To Oleander
50. The Mission to Get the Whole Olavia: Step 2

Goslings

"Weit. Did you start first, did you?" I greet my friend.

"What? Lo is late. I've been sane, so I ordered a drink directly." Oliver blames me.

I know I'm late. I deliberately came a little slower than him because I didn't want to wait. Waiting will make me more anxious. Waiting will make the nervous feeling inside me worse. So, therefore I choose to come up with the principle of fashionably late.

"I'm dealing with the case of rich people."

Well, it looks like he's really mumbling with his job. "Tell me about it," I commented as I threw my ass across the couch from Oliver.

"You know, I don't want to think about it anymore. In the office, the time has come here to take care of the work as well?" He's repoing.

I just nodded and observed the sitting position of the guy who was still wearing a work suit at the end of the week. Oliver was leaning against the sofa sandran, his two slightly straddled legs straightened forward. A glass filled with ice cube and a liquid of which color I guess is the whiskey hanging in the grip. Sometimes he sipped his drink slowly.

Okay. I'd better hold back my plan first. It's not quite the time yet.

"Eh, you don't drink?" chirp Oliver after a while we spent watching the activities of the people around us without chatting in the slightest.

I then shook my head. "Engga, uh. I'm driving."

"Lo's excuse, stale." He sneered. "Say you drink the same as me. Fuckin."

I can't hide the gel from the inside of my chest. Damn her. "Still remember you, bro," I said among the laughs.

His lips are also flattened, but more in the direction of spitting. "Remember, dong. I will not forget. It was the first time you met my raw bogem and I really intended to make you bonyok that night."

"Fxcking hell, I also remember the craziness, man. Fortunately, there are three sheets to the wind. If not .... Ck. I don't know anymore, huh. Could be six feet under me." I shook my head when I remembered the incident one? Oh, two years ago.

Shxt. Time really flies so fast. It's been two years since that fateful incident.

He chuckles. "Anjxys. It's been two years, huh? Time really goes fast. I haven't felt that long."

"Yeah, yeah." I concur. "You're right."

We were silent again, again occupied by each other's thoughts. I don't know what's going on inside my best friend's head, but, obviously, my mind keeps coming home to the two people who are in the Arifin family home. And swear by what they're not Om Arif and Aunt Yuni.

This makes me remember the mission I took when I went out of the restaurant earlier. I looked at the man in front of me again.

Oliver Andreas Arifin loves his job. Oliver used to love to argue. He even became a member of the school debate team. Winning the debate was the proudest achievement for him. Prouder than the trophies obtained with the basketball or ball team. She then developed her "talking" science in the field of per-women. The term, he could seduce a saint to do things that would definitely make them plunge free into hell.

Yeah, you heard that right. He's handsome, he's a rich kid, he excels in sports, he masters general knowledge, his academic values are also decent, his personality is very charming, and the most important thing is.

He is too good to be true, but sometimes God created some of us like that. What did we get to say? Nothing. We just have to accept that as a reality in this unfair world.

Never mind. In essence, I just want to say that it's not unusual - usually this Kamprxt guy looks tired. "Maybe it's time to take a day off and go on vacation, bro." I opened my voice and gave a suggestion.

I didn't think he would refuse so soon. "Can't, man. I'm in the middle of a case now. I have to finish this first if I want to take a leave of absence. But, shit!" He groans. "I think this is an unfinished case. Damn it!"

"They ...." The sentence disappeared without finishing first. "Shxth. I'm not supposed to talk about this outside the office. Damn you, Ngga!"

Why am I wrong?

"Gue needs distraction, man, distraction. Don't go back to business, dong! What language, cake, that. The other. Which has nothing to do with my work, or my disheveled look, or my shitty mood. What else besides that. Come, Ngga. Or, maybe you want to be my samsak again, hm?"

Oliver looked at me confused. "Where are you going?"

I code him with a head gesture. "Yuk, ah, unplug!" take me on the sidelines of the club's music thumping increasingly felt in my chest. "Gue is wrong. You shouldn't be here."

"Continue to where?"

"My basement."

Hearing that place, his face immediately shone. "Yelp! Why didn't you just pick me up from earlier?" Oliver then stood up and downed his drink. "Yuk, ah, manhunt!"

****

The simple home gym I planned was finished a few weeks ago, but I haven't had time to enjoy because the intensity of my presence here is much decreased. Since Olavia and Oleander moved to Sentul City, I have practically moved into my house there. So, thats. I rarely stay here. Especially with my obsession on both, I was willing to commute from South Jakarta to Bogor almost every day.

"Shxt, man. This is sick!"

I put my shoulders.

He also raised his shoulders and walked towards the punching bag that was in the corner of the room. Knows the suit and tie is dated, the sleeve of his shirt has been rolled up to the elbow. Damn, he seems to really have a lot of pent up energy to burn through that bag.

"Don't you change your clothes?"

My question was instead left to fly by the wind.

Okay, then. I better let him here first. Than I who was the target of the anger of this Kunyuk.

****

An hour later, I just met the Kunyuk again. I was watching National Geographic on a 70' inch television set against the wall in front of me when she appeared at the top of the stairs leading to the basement. From a glance, he clearly looked happier than before. More relieved.

These creatures are totally insane.

"OKAY. I'll take a shower." Oliver told me in passing.

Gye just waved as a sign that I heard her words.

****

"Hit me the fxck up now" Oliver said after throwing his sports-mad ass on the couch beside me.

I turned my head with furrowed brows and almost united in the middle. "What do you mean?"

He's clucking. "Don't be a plain ass lo. I know there must be shrimp behind the rock when I met. Okay, no need to talk. By the way you." Then he sipped a beer from the can he held.

This crazy creature.

"What's with the waiting, huh? I said by the way, yes, by the way, Kunyuk. It was on the phone the most impatient kayak lo. Now even shut up. What the hell are you talking about, lo? Wanna say hello to my sister, huh?"

What the fxck?!

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