You are the Only One
14. I Love You So Much

Goslings

Small and smooth forehead Oleander wrinkled. "What, Papa?" his question was full of curiosity.

"You should help Mama, too, huh? Let Mama not be too tired. Kan, pity Mama if it's tired."

"Mama's tired?" He repeated that sentence.

I nodded. "Yes. Mama's feeling is not really good. So, Mama's easily tired. If you are tired, you will easily feel sad. And we don't want to see Mama sad, do we?"

His little head shook. The wrinkle on Oleander's forehead has now changed with an anxious look. Soon he was moving around in my arms, curling his body to escape. I'm kalakian bowing. A moment after his foot hit the ground, he shot towards his mother.

I immediately followed. When I arrived, Ole was already in Olavia's arms. His arms are clad in the neck of my beloved woman. "Sowwy, Mama. The cat made Mama tired."

Next to Olavia's eyebrows was raised as her eyes locked with my gaze. I just shrugged my shoulders and grimaced. I don't mean to make Ole sad, either. But what is power. I have a lot to learn in the future. "Hm. No, Honey. Mama's tired because Mama's not feeling well."

"Weally?" He straightened his body which was previously propped up by the body of Olavia.

"Yeah." Olavia combed the boy's hair with his fingers. "Mama will feel better soon enough. I promise."

"You pwomise?" Ole raised his little finger.

"I promise." The two little ones who are important in my life are also linked.

Oh, my fxcking God. That scene in front of me? What I was watching was really melting while strengthening my heart. I need to get my business done with Owen as soon as possible.

Olavia then dyed the boy's hair. And just like me, his nose instantly frowned. He glared his eyes at me.

I raised my eyes while raising my shoulders. I took over the conversation. "Hm. Papa knows the most powerful way to make Mama feel better."

Oleander's head held high again. "What, Papa?"

Oh, how I love the intonation she wore when she said that sentence; very genuine and full of enthusiasm. "We can massage Mama. How about that?"

"Treepers?"

"Yeah, massage." I demonstrated a pressing motion using my hands. "Toggle it."

Oleander.

"Where? Do you think you can do that?"

Like Mama, nothing could make Ole step back from a challenge. "Yes!" his roar was full of spirit. He immediately descended from Olavia's lap and stood beside his mother who was sitting on the side.

I laughed and immediately took a position. I lifted up the foot of Olavia who was on the sofa and then sat down. The legs of my adored woman I put on the thighs. I started to massage his palms.

"Hm." Olavia groaning. "That feels so good."

Although my eyes were busy watching the movements of the cute three-year-old auper duper boy, my ears remained focused on listening to the reaction given by Olavia through the sounds he released. It's music to my ears.

From the corner of my eye I could see Olavia nodding. "Yes, Baby. That's really really really good. Mama feels better already."

The praise of Olavia also served as fuel for Oleander. The movement is getting faster. His face became more serious. He ... increasingly looks adorable.

The expression on Oleander's face burned my spirit even more.

I can't wait to see tomorrow.

****

It was a little heavy leaving Olavia's parents' house last night. The reason was because I had to see a sad look on his face after I told him I was going out of town. "How long?" ask her while looking up to see me. Lips pouting.

"Not long, really, Yang. Just a day, really. I leave tomorrow morning and go home at night. The day after tomorrow we can meet again." I explained.

We were in Olavia's room. My body was propped up at the head of the bed with legs crossed. Olavia was resting her body beside me, her left arm was clenched against my waist while her head was stretched out over my chest. My right arm is crossed on Olavia's back facing upwards because of the position it is doing, giving me wider access and it's easy for me to rub the lower back that is starting to hurt.

"Ooh. Okay," he answered briefly before asking another question. "What's the matter, anyway, is it there?"

It turns out that this is the hardest; walk around the topic to avoid telling the truth. "There's business. It just so happens that people can't meet outside. That's why I have to go there."

Damn. White lie or not, lying is something that is still very difficult for me to do. Moreover, while looking at the eyes that begged it directly.

I looked into my eyes a second or two longer. "Filen." He finally sighed, succumbing to the circumstances. He is not trying to be suspicious and curb me, he has never been such a person all this time, but pre-menstrual syndrome is to blame. "Just, please come back home soon."

And, to be honest, I really like his clingy attitude. So does the way he who does not hesitate to describe himself and Oleander as my home. "I will, Baby. I will." I suddenly sagged my body until in the end our bodies were both collapsed there.

****

I woke up at twelve o'clock ten midnight with Olavia still in my arms.

Come on, Time. Walk faster so that the day I can have this woman as a whole is coming.

"I love you, Baby. I love you so much" I whispered.

After peeping the top of his head, I carefully pulled myself from under the slumbering woman. After successfully escaping from his embrace, I slowly inched to the edge of the mattress.

When I got to the door, I turned to look at the woman I love the most in the world. God, I love her so much.

I next checked on Ole whose room was right across from Olavia's. The guest room door that was transformed into the room of a boy that I had considered like my own child was not tightly closed. Olavia deliberately did that so that he could go out and enter the room freely, not afraid to disturb the toddler's sleep.

A thoughtful thought that came in handy right now.

I keep going slowly even though I know the carpet covering the floor surface will muffle the sound that appears. From beside her bed box, I saw Ole who was just as slick as the Mama while holding a white teddy bear which was my first gift for her when she was just born.

"Hey, kiddo. Papa walk first, yeah. Doain Papa let all Papa's business go smoothly. Love you's. So much."

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