Papa To Oleander
54. Mission to Get the Whole Olavia: Step 3

Goslings

Suddenly Oleander let out a voice that I interpreted as a shout full of excitement.

I want, really, that's.

However, judging from his screeches and the expression on his face, I hope my interpretation spots on. I don't think Oleander wants to miss either. He also wanted to join in celebrating the monumental thing that had just happened between his parents. Or parents and men who are considered to be his parents, who will be his parents later.

What the fxck am I talking about? Why is my talk so convoluted?

Since Olavia was already moving to pick up the healthy baby, I automatically loosened my gourd immediately so that he could change position. Kikik Ole became more and more when he was back in the arms of his mother. I was tempted to tease him even more.

I pointed my lips at his cheek which happened to be parallel to Olavia's. I alternately attacked them both with fine hairs growing wild on my cheeks in turn.

The crisp sound of laughter of two people I love spread in the middle room of the spacious and Mediterranean family home designed by Olavia himself.

"Related, ticklish!" protesting my woman while trying to avoid by swiping to the right and to the left, makes me become more curious to pursue her.

"People!" He screamed again. "Oleander, I think we should run. Ayooooo!"

Olavia then pretended to run while holding Ole tightly. His arms crossed behind the back of his baby, the palm supporting the head. I really liked her protective attitude towards Ole.

Women who at the beginning of her pregnancy had admitted that she was afraid of not being able to take care of her baby properly. The woman who used to be haunted by anxiety because she knew nothing about parenting and parenthood. The woman who at first thought how she would become a mother if she was not old enough to face the world in order to defend herself.

Now, that woman is gone. His fear eroded as time went on. More and more, Olavia also grew up with her baby.

Fxck. That's deep.

While they were pretending to run away from me, I was also pretending to chase after them with a full heart. I am full of love for these two people. Full of the complete feeling that I can be with both of them.

Because we were too busy playing, we were not aware of the arrival of Om Arif and Aunt Yuni. I don't even know where they are from. "Eeeh, the handsome granddaughter of his laughing oma is very tight. Who's playing the same again?" Aunt Yuni invites Ole to talk while pretending to be tickling the stomach of the eight-month-old baby.

Oleander is grieving again.

Those three generations of descendants then drowned in their own interactions, leaving me and Om Arif outside their bubble.

"At first, Om." I greet Om Arif who approached while extending a hand.

The man who baeu enjoyed the taste of being a grandfather shook my hand. "Female. When's it?"

"Not so long ago, Om," I replied. I put my free hand in my pants pocket.

"This morning from Jakarta?"

I nodded.

"Say yesterday with Oliver. Where is he now?" Om Arif looked around. Probably assume his son will appear suddenly from behind the things that are there.

He's setting himself for some disappointment. As I recall, Oliver has not been able to move from one place to another by teleportation. "Yesterday, he said today he wants to do the office again, Om. There's an urgent case, but I don't know what the details are either" I explained, trying to free Om Arif from his curiosity.

"Oh." The middle-aged man in front of me muttered. "Okay, okay." Then he nodded.

After that, we simultaneously turned around to watch what was ahead. Aunt Yuni, Olavia, and Ole are back on the carpet.

All of a sudden I felt nervous running through my body when my brain came up with an idea. Maybe this is a sign from God. The right opportunity to have a one-on-one conversation with the parents of the woman I have been adoring and I plan to keep me engaged for the rest of my life. If this is a signal from God, what else am I waiting for?

What the heck, brain?

After the idea floated to the surface, thoughts began to mill around in my head. The more thoughts that come up, the more nervous I get.

My palms started shaking. The sweat began to rise and my skin was moist. The air blowing in from the open doors caressed my body which I could feel was heating up. My heart rate is starting to increase in intensity.

God fucking.

Come on, Ngga. You can't lose control of yourself. If you really want to talk to Om Arif, you can not tremble like gini. How do you want to convince prospective in-laws if your mental before mengahdapi they are already fucked first gini?

Uh! Please, no, Ngga. Don't embarrass yourself!

Come on, Ngga. Come on's. Don't stop first, lo!

Come on, fxcker. Sxck it up. Get yourself together.

"Eh, breakfast there, ngga." Om Arif suddenly interrupted after a long moment of silence.

The curse that managed to make me who has been mentally more and more messy. "Ah, uh, engg .. was on the road already, kok, Om. Thanks though. Later aja. Still full. Yes, Om. Ow."

Shitooaaaaaan!

I rubbed my neck with the wrong behavior. "Eh, sorry, Om."

Om Arif immediately chuckled at my strange reaction to the magical bin. "Why are you, huh? So, suddenly stammering? Grogi does training want to be Aziz Stuttering's replacement?"

Oh, my fxcking God. I thought I wanted to be a comedian, anyway? Does this awkward me look so funny to Om Arif?

Come on, Ngga. Don't act weird, huh! By the way, woi, by the way!

However, I'm afraid.

You want to be serious about Olavia, right? He said you want to worship Olavia for the rest of your life? You want to do it next to him what from a faraway place like the one you did yesterday? Ten years isn't enough for you to love him from afar, huh?

Fxck. My brain is right. I would not have been able to be a spectator of Olavia's life without taking part in it. Especially now that there is Oleander.

Fxck, no! I don't want to let go of Oleander either. No! Oleander I've thought of as my own son.

Then, how many more times do you repeat that sentence in your head before you take action, huh? Talking without proof is the same as lying, axxhole. Take action! Don't mess around, usually!

Or, is your quality only limited to the talk of doang? Huh. Stale one!

God fucking. God fucking. My brain is very smart to heat myself up.

Okay. Okay. I'm gonna do something about it. Give me a chance to calm down first.

Let me take a deep breath first. Once. Let me breathe out the breath I took just now slowly. Two.

Okay. Once more.

And again.

Fxck. I'm taking too much time. It's too long. I'm wasting my chance.

Take action NOW.

"Enggg, Om." Although I stammered a bit, I was finally able to start talking.

"Hm?" Om Arif immediately replied.

"Would you, engg .. do I need a minute? There's ... there's something I want to talk to Om about."

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