Papa To Oleander
6. Ultimatum from Friend

Goslings

The touch on my upper arm shocked me again. This time I woke up from sleep.

Heh? Since when do I sleep?

And, after I turned my head, another question soon followed. Since when did Oliver stand by me?

My best friend's face is not very good to see. His eyes were still red and his face was still a bit pale. Even so, judging from his clothes and fragrance, I'm sure he's already taken a shower. So, Oliver's feelings shouldn't be so bad. Why is he looking at me that way?

One second, one second,

two seconds, two seconds,

and the third.

A "click" sound echoed inside my brain.

Borrowing a word from that Fucking Centil Nurse, oops!

I feel like my face is burning with flavor ... What, huh? If you want to be embarrassed, I am not ashamed to be caught in this position. Because I've said it over and over again, I'll be there for my adored woman from now on. And that includes being willing to be a pillow for him to sleep soundly.

I don't feel guilty either, because what I did wasn't wrong. What's wrong, hm? Again, I just want to make the love of my life. What's wrong with that?

But I am also aware. If I was in Oliver's position, if my little sister was treated like I was treating this woman in my arms first, I will also put on a strange look when I see them lying together on the bed. No matter they were just sleeping, not doing anything negative, even if it happened for the convenience of my sister once.

I'll keep wanting the boy until I'm satisfied.

Oliver's eyebrows finally came down from his hairline as he gave the code for me to follow him outside.

Okay, then. Ready. I don't have any other choice.

I moved my eyesight back to the woman beside me as her brother turned around and headed to the door. I looked carefully at every curve of his face that was now haggard, pale, and thin. She is still the most beautiful woman in the world to me.

He easily pulled something in my heart.

****. I must have sounded like a sissy. Again and again and again confess my feelings to this chick. I can't even hide it like before. I won't try to do it again.

I am here to accompany him. Point.

I carefully moved, straightened up, and then pressed my lips against her forehead gently. I pulled my right arm slowly from under Olavia's head and replaced it with a pillow.

After that I maneuvered my body to get out of bed. Twisted my brain to find a way to get out of there without creating the slightest sound.

Phew.

When finally I can stand again after somehow lying with awkward— position folded legs and body weight-bearing so as not to fall to the floor, I breathed a sigh of relief and shook my numb arm. Accidentally my hand hit the bedside cabinet which is fortunately made of wood.

F*ck!

However, I was unable to enjoy the pain because I reflexively held my breath as Olavia moved over the bed. I was busy watching her, praying that she wouldn't wake up, and squeezing my sick hand.

I'll be right outside following Oliver.

"Well you?" I asked as a conversation starter. Pleasantry, the term old man.

Honestly, I don't know what to expect with this conversation. After our last meeting that ended with me being battered, only yesterday me and my best friend were face to face again. Yesterday there was still alcohol among us which became a diluent of mood and logic. Now ....

Now I only have the capital and guts doang.

Oliver glanced at me and nodded small. However, he did not say a word.

I don't either.

Yeah, you know. I'm not the best person for pleasantries or awkward conversations. Among us Oliver is the one who acts as the noisiest and extrovert. I put on a spooky look.

A few moments passed with us standing quietly in the corridor in front of Olavia's room.

"Gue hope you know what you're doing, ngga."

Huh uh? What's this kid talking about? "You mean?"

He was silent again, but only for a split second. "That's what I saw." Oliver nodded his head towards the door of the room.

"Oh, that."

"Yes, that" he said quickly. "But, baby. The one inside is not just "it" for me, as you said just now."

"Olavia wasn't just that to me, bro. Lo know that." I defended myself.

"Yeah?" He laughed, stuck. His laughter was very underestimating. "You sure?"

I understand what my friend means. I understand how he feels. However, that doesn't mean I wouldn't have been offended by his tone just now. "Gue knows I've been wrong with him, man. I know I hurt him. And I also know that he's lo. But I am also your friend. You know who I am too. You also know what I've been doing all this time. Please, don't judge me too much.

"Now I am here because I want to atone for the sins that I have committed to him. I can no longer pretend that I don't love him. I can no longer see him from as far away as yesterday. Olavia is in need of all the support he can get, and I will try to give him everything he wants.

"Gue also needs your support, as my best friend and sister of my idol girl, in making that happen, man. I also need the spirit to start this fight again. I would be grateful if you would give it to me. But, if you think I don't deserve it, then my business adds another one. Besides having to melt Olavia's heart again, I also have to fight for the trust of Elo.

"It's okay. I will do everything I need to prove my own promise. I don't care if anyone gets in the way."

****. How long was my speech just now?

It's okay. For the love of my life.

Silence approached us again.

Olavia's room was at the end of the corridor and was in a private wing, so no other activity could be taken centre stage. The only option was to glare at a brightly colored abstract painting hanging on the wall across from the spot where Oliver and I were standing.

"okay." Oliver's voice filled the void again after the sound of his long puff of breath. "Gue support you. But, if you hurt him again, I'll make your life harder than death itself. Know lo?"

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