You are the Only One
59. Marriage, Yuk

Goslings

Justright. Ole immediately ran to meet up as he saw us walking towards him. "Mamaa! Papaa!"

Papa's. The boy still calls me Papa. I will still be Oleander's father. Fxck. I didn't think it would make me tear up. Before Oleander managed to hit the body of his exhausted mother, I then went forward and tackled the attack first. I caught him and I took his little body high into the air.

His loud laughter became music to every ear that heard. "Why did Papa come home so long, anyway? Lele is going to be a miss," I'm the boy with the lower lip that was deliberately made forward.

I immediately kissed her chubby cheeks and blew the raspberries into her jaw.

He's cowering again.

I then felt a touch on my back which turned out to be Olavia. My adored woman was on tiptoe to land a kiss on Oleander's left cheek. "Mama also misses Mama's child," the beonya, repeating Ole's sentence.

I could still hear a weary tone in Olavia's voice. My heart was broken not hearing all that. However, there was nothing I could do but give him the chance to find his strength back. Therefore, I distract Ole. "Eh, what did you play, anyway? Papa wants to hear the story. How if you love to look at Papa first so we can give time to Mama to rest for a while. You see, Mama was tired of taking care of the job outside. Yea? If Mama is not tired anymore, Mama will join us later. Okay?"

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Olavia

Thanks to the persuasion from Angga to Oleander, I was finally able to get time to recover the condition I filled by soaking in the bathtub. I put two of my favorite scented bath bombs in the bathtub and let the scent seep through my nose and skin pores. I don't know how long after that I decided to get out of there and feel able to face the world again.

Anything related to the former is really draining.

After changing clothes, I immediately went out of the room. It was a pity to also let Angga linger to be Oleander's distraction while I was languishing in the bathroom.

On my search mission, I passed Mama who was tidying flowers on the display table. "Hi, Sweetie. Everything okay? How was it going?"

I reviewed a faint smile and welcomed the embrace of the woman who had given birth to me. "It was .. going, I guess. Better than I expected but draining all the same. I'll tell you a story later, yeah, Ma. Wait for Bang Oli to arrive."

"Yeah, I thought Mama could say that."

Mama patted my shoulder.

"Eh, Mama see Angga same Ole no, Ma?"

My question somehow brought a really pretty smile on Mama's face. "Look. They're in the middle."

****

They are in the middle but they are not playing. Oleander, his entire body, was lying on top of the collapsed Angga's upper body along the sofa. The head of my future husband was placed on the arm of the sofa, a pillow against his neck.

And the two men who held my whole heart were soundly asleep.

Be still my heart. The scene in front of me was re-igniting a heart that had been still dim due to its depleted power. Although it has been checked with the aroma of lavender and citrus are very fresh, the energy has not been filled fully. However, after a second of seeing what I see now ....

With slow and cautious steps I approached Angga from the side. I pecked her hair soft. "Hey," I said, whispering. Actually I wouldn't have the heart to disturb the man's sleep if it wasn't for something I had to say.

I noticed her eyelids that started to tremble before opening heavily. "Hey." He returned my greeting with raucous.

Once again I sprinkled a kiss, this time on her dry lips when compared to mine. "Well, yuk."

"What?" He suddenly looked up. His not-so-hard cry still bothered Oleander. The boy twitched and muttered indistinctly before returning to continue his sleep.

"Well, yuk. This weekend."

The end's.