You are the Only One
34. Nothing Is More Beautiful Than This
Olavia
"Whose house is this, Bang?" I asked Bang Oli in astonishment. He promised Oleander and I that he would take us to Angga's place, but the truth is this. I can't believe he could take us to someone else's house. Fortunately, Oleander had fallen asleep when only a few moments were on top of the car, otherwise Om Oli's ear would have been satisfied to hear the whining of Oleander.
When Bang Oli did not answer, I re-launched the attack of my questions. "But! Whose house is this, anyway? Why did you bring us here first? Why use the show stop by everything? Mending us directly to the place Angga aja, deh, Bang. I don't want Oleander to go berserk again if he wakes up later and still can't see his papa. He was crying all the time this morning. Don't you think it's like your own nephew? Ha?"
"Udah, you stay quiet" Bang Oli replied as he parked the car.
Whats? Are you quiet? You just shut up?! Bang Oli just really said you were quiet with me? DA? The nerves of this man!
"Bang!" I shouted in half a whisper. Although already emotional, I still remember the existence of my son who was sleeping on his car seat in the back seat. I didn't want my cute, smart boy to wake up to hear his mother's screams.
Bang Oli just turned to me with his innocent look. Both of his eyebrows raised, high on his forehead, as if asking, "What, hm?"
I hit Bang Oli's arm that was as big as that tree branch. "Get out!" Again I did half a whisper and half a scream. "Get the hell out of the car. I'm gonna talk to you, brother."
Be, I slowly open the passenger seat door next to the driver and I close the same slowly. After that I approached Bang Oli who was still slow in moving. When I saw her behavior, my emotions instantly rose into the crown and exploded in an instant.
"Abang, what the hell, bang!" At this point most of my sentences will be ended by exclamation marks. "Don't you see Oleander from earlier already crying want to meet his papa? And my brother promised he would take him to his father's place. But, maybe you can take us to stop by here and there first before actually leaving for Angga's place! Brother why, anyway? Don't you think my son is the same? Brother is not kasian did see him cry from just now until just a few minutes ride the car was asleep? You don't fuckin' like me, Bang? Not only Oleander who misses his father, Bang! I also miss Angga. I want to finish what I've caused between us as soon as possible so we can move on to other business! I don't know what your mind is. I don't understand anymore. Where do you feel brother? Where is it, ha? I'm Brother's younger brother, Bang! The one in the car is Brother's nephew! But ... but, why–"
Even though that much has gone out, but I am still not finished. It seems that Bang Oli knows this reality. Therefore he cut my sentence by turning my body suddenly. Not long before I sprayed it for the brash action he just did, my eyes fell on something up ahead that left me at a loss for words.
What's?!
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Goslings
I don't know what made me finally decide to follow the advice conveyed by Oliver convolutedly earlier. Clearly, I had finished bathing and changed clothes when I heard the noise of people in front of my house.
The thoughts that flashed in my head made my move even more hurried. I quickly went down the stairs—gue to jump two steps at once because of so angry, and soon I swallowed the last rung. On the ground floor, I also took a big step.
The closer I got to the front door, the clearer the sound was being rattled. The more I hear, the more it sounds familiar. Who, the hell, is actually acting like they're protesting out there?
How surprised I was when I opened the door and found what, or who, was angry in my yard.
Oh, my fxcking God. I'm not dreaming, am I?
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Olavia
"Anga?" I gasp when this brain finally finishes processing what information the eyes see. Angga, who was wearing gray sweatpants and a plain white T-shirt and was rubbing her hair with a towel, was standing in front of the door that had just opened.
The man is now walking towards me, towards us. The dumbfounded expression that was on her face was probably the same as the one I was wearing right now on my face if not more. "Darling?" he said with a clean. Disbelief colored his tone.
Without thinking long, because my brain has shorted because these three days do not meet or communicate with my future husband, he said, straight away I walked to meet him because waiting for him to arrive at my place the establishment of goods for two seconds more it felt like two seconds too long and suddenly I poured into the arms of the man. A "omph" slipped from his chest as my body hit Angga's body violently.
I don't give a shit. All I care about is that I've now returned to where I should have been all this time. Not in my house with a heart-wrenching longing, not with Oleander being tormented by participating in the emptiness left by Angga in his absence. However, here. Between his chest and arms, between his shoulders and his neck.
I breathed in the fresh scent of the soap and shampoo that she used deeply, until I was sure there was not a single corner inside my lungs that was not filled by the fragrance of Angga.
What made my heart sing cheerfully was the embrace of Angga around my body that felt just as tight. Hiding the clean face of the fine hairs in the groove of my neck, then in his long breath. Time and time again. Proof that he misses me the same way.
There's nothing more beautiful than this.
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