Papa To Oleander
7. Don't Be Ugly

Goslings

Buset.

The new feeling I gave a threat to another crang. I am the one being threatened now. But, it's okay. I'm sure Oliver's just doing his job as the love brother of my life. He only intends to protect my adored woman from the sweet mouth and false promises of a bastard like I used to.

Long ago, yeah, this. Long ago.

I am committed to keeping all my promises. I will not break my promise. Whatever happens.

"Where is Ola?" Oliver opened his voice again after again a number of times were left to pass without words.

I hesitated to give an answer. I was worried between having to explain a little life that happened inside earlier with the Nurse Br***sek or I should just shut up.

However, after observing, examining, and weighing, in my behavior I decided to be frank.

"The conditions are good, it's pretty stable. I also met the nurse. But, yeah, it's. Doi asked that the nurse not come back to check on him."

"Well? Why emang?" my best friend said with a frown.

Ouch. How to explain it, huh? "Enggg .. earlier it was .. earlier it was like angg .. a small misunderstanding between them."

"You mean? What small misunderstanding? If it's obvious, dong, ah!"

I rubbed my neck. "Yes ... misunderstand that," I pulled the air with my hand. "Lo knows, her name is also a girl. Pregnant anyway. The hormones must be hitting it again now."

"Oh, yes, yes." He's nodding.

Phew. Luckily Kam**t was satisfied with my answer. It reminds me of a responsibility I have to take care of. "Gue has to talk to the head nurse or who so I can say so that the nurse does not return to this room again."

"Ah, easy. Let me say bokap later. Let him handle it. Coincidentally the head of this hospital is the brother of his acquaintance." Oliver then took a deep breath. "Thank you, yeah, man. Help take care of Lala."

"No problem, bro. I want to get him too."

Quiet again.

"Thank you too, yeah, Bro."

Oliver turned his head towards me with those high eyebrows again. Clearly I do not understand the direction of this conversation. "Make what?"

I shrugged my shoulders, not caring. "Make my ngizinin close to Olavia again."

Quiescent.

One second, two seconds, ..., eight seconds, nine seconds, .., seventeen seconds, eight bela–

"yeah. That's." My friend was silent again after taking out those two words in his mouth.

I lowered. With both hands still in the pocket of the long dark gray jeans I was wearing, I looked down and stared at my feet which were wrapped by those off-white colored sneakers. I just realized that it turns out the color looks kuel once when compared to the color of marble that coats the floor.

Why is the hospital always synonymous with white, anyway? Do they not realize that this color makes the room seem too sterile, stiff, and boring? No doubt it is called a hospital. By staring at this color alone in a duration that is not so long has made me dizzy, nauseous, and carefree.

Is it possible that it is also a combination of waiting for a follow-up sentence from a guy who is also leaning against the wall next to me?

It's probable.

I'm nervous, man. Seriously! Quickly continue the talk lo. Don't just get there. Those two sentences make me want to shuffle, Shucks!

God fucking.

"Bokap said Lala suffered from Hyperemesis Gravidarum, the human language, yes, severe nausea and vomiting during pregnancy. Fortunately, he was able to get help quickly. If not ... if not ... I will most likely lose my first niece before I even know she exists."

Oh. ****. No. F*tck. ****. **** **** **** **** **** ****!

Is that how Olavia is? Is that the kind of situation he is experiencing? To the extent that it can cause a miscarriage and .. and ... the situation can also have an impact on the mother-to-be is alone, right?

**** **** **** **** ****!

F*CK!

I felt really stupid for not asking Om Arif more when he mentioned this when we met earlier. I guess I didn't catch how deep the meaning of the sentence was. Om Arif said .. morning sickness is pretty bad. I don't get dizzy after hearing the term morning sickness. Because I think, morning sickness is normal-normal just happen to pregnant women?

It turns out that there are more severe and more dangerous conditions than just ordinary morning sickness. I recorded the name Hyperemesis Gravidarum in my brain with a solid black marker, using capital letters, on AO size paper, I wrote, and I put it in the middle of my stupid brain so I remember to find out more about the damn condition that has made my adored woman enter the hospital.

"****. Sorry, man." I finally chimed in.

Oliver took a long breath. "Yeah, I did too. There are so many things I want to do, which are in my brain, but I can't. I want to be mad at Ola, but I also feel sorry for her and the baby. I want to make you battered again, but you're my best friend. I want to kill that son of a bitch, but I don't want to go to jail and hurt the people I love. But the biggest thing is my guilt. I feel like I failed to be the first child for bokap and become a sister for Lala. I failed to protect him. I failed to keep him from the pain caused by this cruel world."

F*tck. That ... is heavy. And understandable. Understandable, but still a heavy thought.

"However, on the other hand, I also think that maybe he really needs all of this. There's no way God would have allowed anything to happen if He didn't think it was something that would have led us to the best place, right? It's hard to condition my brain right now. So, yeah. I'm a little fucked up. Unfortunately, I drank. It's easy for now. Now I have to standby for my sister so she doesn't mess up like her useless brother."

"****, bro. Stop that!" I just overtook the words of the guy I felt could be nominated to enter the Brother of the Year category. "Lo can't talk like that. I'm sure bokap, nyokap, same Olavia disagreed with what came out of your mouth just now. Don't you think, deh!"

"An j! Lo language, Kunyuk!" He suddenly laughed.

I am happy to be able to use the strange language used by the MZ generation to entertain my best friend. "Thanks Twitter, Bro. I feel so old because I know the term child today."

"And j**g. God fucking. Huh, ah. I am horrified to hear your language. Yuk, come in again. Who knows if Lala's awake."

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