Papa To Oleander
52. Retreat One Step Let the Zombie-Like Gamer Just Meet Camer

Goslings

What the heck? Why did the Kunyuk say that? "What do you mean, bro? Did you ever say anything or hinting things to elo about me and Olavia?"

That asxhole just flicked his shoulders. The serious and heavy atmosphere had instantly evaporated. Now change to something with a lighter tone.

Of course this is better and I prefer this atmosphere, but .. if I have to be the object of jokes, right, also not good at me it will be. "Come on, man. I'm serious, here. You're also serious is just gonna make me mentally down first, ha?"

The basic berengsxk of my best friend. How dare he not answer me and just shrug his shoulders.

"Screw you, dipshit. I'm seriously being joked." I fist his shoulder with good intention.

"Fxck, man. That shxt hurts." He complained while rubbing the part that had just been the target of my punch.

"What-the fxck-ever. I don't care. Bodo. The proof is that you don't care about my mental health. You think, if you say so without more explanation, my brain can still rest until tomorrow I meet bokap nyokap lo? Do you think if I do not sleep, I can perform optimally in front of them? You think if I go to your house like a zombie, I will succeed in giving a good impression to my future in-laws, ha? After I try my best, you can still say that. Man, I deg-degan swear. I have to talk to you the same way, first. Moreover, the same bokap lo and in the presence of nyokap lo yah super duper make the wrong behavior? So friends do not about lo. Basic anyxng."

This time I landed my fist on Oliver's arm. "One day you'll feel what I'm feeling right now, man. Wait for your turn. And I swear, when the time comes, I'll pay back everything you did to me tonight. Remember my promise, Oliver Kamprxt. Remember my promise."

Now the Oliver Kamprxt I call has folded his body in half and is holding his stomach because of his laughter. Damn this fucking friend of mine.

I know my attitude is really dramatic, but what can I do? I'm in the mood to be dramatic right now.

For the sake of effect, I added the raw bogem ration to Oliver once again. Rasain lo!

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I'm not going to have a one-on-one conversation with Om Arif today. I made sure of that when I saw my own reflection in the bathroom mirror.

I look terrible, more terrible than shxt. My eyes are red because I could say I didn't sleep as well last night. I want to tossing and turning the whole night. Moreover, me and Oliver ended our boy's night out just after midnight.

That fxcker Oliver's.

I sent the middle finger telepathically to the guy. I hope he gets a signal from me, even if he's sleeping.

Especially if he is sleeping.

Damn. I hope I can haunt Oliver by appearing in his dreams, chasing him while raising my middle finger high.

Talk about some random shxt that's going on my sleep-deprived mind.

After preparing, I headed straight to a coffee shop subscription not far from my townhouse complex. After getting a cup of iced Americano with two shots of espresso, I got in the car and started touching the number 2 a bit long on the phone screen. A connected tone of call filled my Jeep cabin.

"The number you are going to cannot receive calls. Try a few more moments. Press one–"

I did not let the operator finish the automatic sentence and again tried to call the number.

On the fifth call, my phone just picked up.

"Hello, Ngga." There was the sound of gasping for the woman I love most in the world from across the line. "Sorry, I'm taking Oleander's bath."

"No, ah," argued Olavia lightly. "What are you calling early in the morning?"

I press the brakes to stop when the traffic light turns red. "I want to check in, keep telling you that I'm already there. What do you want to bring?"

"Hm, what, huh?"

I could hear the baby babbling in the background of the call as my woman fell silent. "Hi, Ole." I say hello to my handsome, joyful, adorable, and smart boy.

His voice became clearer. Looks like Olavia brought the phone closer to her little mouth.

Oh, my goodness. It felt like something was squeezing my heart when my ear caught his babbling. I split myself in half; half of it was still in the form of fun uncle who couldn't wait to see him grow up and teach the gemoy new things. While the other half is proud father proud to ask for forgiveness with the achievements of his son.

Fxcking hell, I am weeping.

If not for considering safety, I have pressed the gas pedal of this car deeply. I wish I could quickly get to Bogor and meet two people who are important in my existence.

"You hear me, don't you?" Olavia's voice is filtered again in the car's speakers. "Oleander says he doesn't want anything." Then he sniggered. "I had breakfast too. Aunty and Mama were already cooking rice."

"Ooh. Yeah, had. Good, yeah, if so. That means I can go straight to the house and see you guys sooner. Kangen," I said unabashedly.

Yeah, why be ashamed, right? There's nothing I can hide from that girl. He had already memorized the contents of the manual entitled "All About Angga" out of his head. I also don't want to hide anything behind his back.

I learned my lesson.

Except for that one, anyway. I couldn't tell her before I got her blessing from her parents. Besides, you guys think I'm gonna ask you about that over the phone while I wait my turn to pay the toll, huh?

Oooh, no way, Lorenzo. Not likely. Olavia has endured so much misery over the past twelve years and I will just act like a cheap, heartless man with no capital?

No way in the fxcking hell.

She deserves the world's. And I want to give that to her.

The gel penetrated the wireless connection of our two cell phones. "Don't fight you. It's still morning."

"No, Yang. Really." I dispute.

He's still giggling. "Udah, ah. I'd like a bribe to Oleander for breakfast first. You be careful driving it. See you at home, yeah. Bye."

"Bye, hon. Bye, Ole." Oh."

Call disconnected.

"Love you guys."

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