Papa To Oleander
8. Incident

Goslings

Justright. The love of my life turned out to have been built from his sleep when we went back into the room.

"How do you feel?" Oliver greets his sister while welcoming Olavia to the bed. He immediately immersed the pale yet beautiful woman into his arms.

"Good, Bang. Appreciable. Although there are still nausea, anyway. But, much better than yesterday." He replied as he let go of Oliver's embrace.

Well ... why does it feel a little awkward watching the interaction of these two sisters, huh? This is not the first time I have seen them being affectionate towards each other. However, why now does it feel like something ... strange?

Strange again, strange again.

After I looked at the two carefully, I was finally able to find the answer. I can see these signs in every movement of both.

I felt awkward, because basically, Oliver and Olavia also felt the same way first. Seen from Olavia's stiff smile, he also immediately turned his gaze from Oliver in another direction other than his brother's, Oliver's hesitant movements, the, and a stillness that felt awward after the answer that was thrown by Olavia.

Damn.

At least if the same I Olavia directly raging-ngamuk. It was a clear emotion and I could tell how to deal with it. Well, then this? I feel sorry for them too. Especially my best friend.

"Eh, someone sent you lunch." I spoke as well as walked closer towards them. "But because you sleep so well that I don't wake up. Maybe the food is cold now. Want me to buy some other food, won't I?" I asked Oliver. "How's lo? Lunch yet? Guess you haven't had breakfast either. Ye, right?"

He simply shook his shoulders and instead questioned the younger brother sitting next to him. "What do you want to eat, La? Mending buy a new one, let anget."

"Hm, what, huh? I don't want to eat anything anymore, Bang." He declined.

"Lho's? Don't do it, dong, La. You have to eat." Oliver insists.

I'm again a spectator of their interaction. Now Oliver looked at his sister with a pleading gaze at once insistent. As for my adored woman, her face began to look green.

What the f*ck?

What the hell's going on?

Don't-don't .... Don't-don't ....

Oh, ****. No.

I darted towards nearby Olavia, accidentally shoved Oliver in the middle of the trip, and grabbed a pillow to put it on my woman's lap that I guess would do that.

Yes, that.

Nah.

That's.

Is that really my guess?

****

Ola

I can't hold it anymore. I swear I really tried to keep him from going outside, but it was useless. The impulse is greater than my desire.

Since waking up from a nap, my stomach feels not too comfortable. The nausea came back to haunt me.

The taste increased a thousand times after Angga mentioned about lunch. Cold one.

Hueks.

And Bang Oli repeated the word. He even forced me.

What was inside my stomach finally passed through the esophagus and merged into the outside world. Of course they landed right on the pillow that Angga quickly moved into my lap.

The color is deep brown, the texture is smooth, watery, and ....

Damn it, Ola! Why do you have to describe it in detail, anyway? You think it will have a good impact on your stomach that is still angry, huh? Do you think it's useful to describe what goes out and what it looks like for your still tummy?

I didn't even stop vomiting. Until nothing can be removed again.

I wiped my lips with my sleeves after the wave of nausea and vomiting was finally over. My powerless body suddenly collapsed and drooped limp on the bed.

I'm not aware of what's going on around me.

As soon as the damp and cold towel touched the skin, I opened my eyes. My bead met with an anxious Angga's concentrated bead.

"Hey," he said as he tried to maintain a smile. I'm sure he just smiled for my own good. So that I don't feel guilty and bad for what just happened.

"Hey." I replied with a hoarse voice because of my tormented esophagus. "Sorry."

"No, no, no. You don't have to apologize. Don't be sorry. You're doing great."

Her soft voice, the way she looked at me, threw me into a time with a different version of the same person. The time in which the Fencing Emilio Addams was an Anggaku and Olavia Marie Arifin was his.

Memories at those times malash increasingly soothe the tears in the eyes.

"Hey, hey, hey." He just kept wiping my forehead, my neck, my chin over and over again with that towel. "It's fine. It's fine. You don't have to worry about anything. Everything will be fine. Yea? You hear me? Everything will be fine. I promise."

Although he and I were thinking about things that were much different, but in the end I chose to keep trusting Angga's promise. That me and my baby will be fine. That he and I will be fine. That everything will be fine.

I nodded weakly. "Please, Ngga," I whispered. "Please, make it all right."

"Yes, baby. Will. Will. I promise."

****

Goslings

Olavia was sleeping very well. Not long after the incident, after much persuasion after a few pieces of salted cheese biscuits, he fell asleep.

I just looked at him from my seat near the bed. I ... I .. I don't know what to say.

I'm speechless, man. Really. The vow!

If like that was what he had experienced himself for a few days—what? The last two weeks, then f*ck! F*ck me seven ways to hell!

What I just felt like I was going crazy, it felt like I wanted to replace him. Let me vomit until my stomach is empty, all the way out of my intestines. It's nothin. Just origin of him. Don't be the love of my life.

But what do you want to say? I can't get pregnant.

Fucking emang.

Suddenly the sound of the door opening. Om Arif and Aunt Yuni enter in hastily.

"Where is Ola, no? How's it? Is he all right? Her baby? Ngk? The goose? What has happened" Aunt Yuni's frown was hysterical.

Om Arif who is now hugging his wife from the side is trying to calm by stroking the shoulders of women who have been meritorious to give birth to two important people in my life. "Honey, calm down. Calm. Ola is also sleeping again, later she wakes up because she heard us noisily."

Aunt Yuni turned to her daughter who was lying on the bed, wiped the corner of her eyes with her hands, and let out a long sigh. "OKAY. Okay. Forgive Aunt, yes, Ngga. Forgive Auntie." He breathed a long breath again. "Alright, Ngga. So how's the story?"

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