You are the Only One
19. Restless and Restless

Olavia

Angga could not be contacted. After informing me that he had landed safely and was about to head to the meeting place with his colleagues, he did not check in with me again.

Maybe he's still busy. Maybe he's still having meetings with the people he's on. Maybe they are discussing with alot so Angga does not have time to call or just send a message.

Stop it, Ola. Stop being so damn dramatic and such a overthinker. Angga must be fine. You and Ole, after all, are fine too. You guys will definitely be fine even if you don't meet one today.

I heard Oleander whining from the baby monitor I had placed next to me.

I haven't been able to stand up, the whimper has already incarnated into hysterical cries.

Oleander is also becoming more sensitive and more needy these days, not as usual. He just wanted me to carry him all day and I hugged him. He was also amazing all day. She doesn't want to play alone or with Mama, she should always be with me. When checked, the body temperature is stable. My son's food is also always I keep his hygiene. Like since he was born, I always control the aa that enters the body of my baby.

However, unlike before, he was today acting differently.

Is it because he hasn't met Angga all day? I don't think that's the cause. At other times ago Angga also never came here in two days and it was not a problem for Oleander.

Way to make your overthinking self even more overthink in the middle of the night, Olavia.

Soon I carried Oleander who was already standing in his bed. "Shhhhhhhhhhh. Sh. Why, Honey? Why are you fussing all day? What makes you sad, hm? What makes you feel uneasy?" I whispered those questions to the boy who had his little head resting on my shoulder.

"Shhhhhhhhhhh. Sh. Sh. Mama's here. You calm down now, yes. You are now sleeping. Mama will take care of you. No one can disturb you as long as you are here. Sh. Sh. Sh. Oleander's a smart mom's son." I kept trying to calm my baby while patting his back slowly as I walked towards the rocking chair that was a few steps away from Oleander's bed.

I changed her position in my arms. Now I carry him with his sideways body. His little head is under the collarbone. I saw his eyes blocked, he was still awake. "Oleander why, honey? What does Oleander feel now? Tell Mama."

For the first time he answered my question clearly. "Lele kangen Papa," he said with a hoarse voice because the throat was tired because of crying.

Heart gripped. "Oh, huh? Papa's miss, huh?" I confirmed and purposely used the beloved call he used for himself.

I felt his head move, up and down slowly. "Huh-uh." He muttered short.

Automatically my hand moved to tighten the embrace around her body. "Hm. Okay. As long as Lele knew, Mama also missed Papa. So, Lele doesn't have to feel alone anymore. There's Mama here. We can miss Papa together. Yea?" I pecked the top of his head for a long time.

Angga, where are you, Ngga?

"Why go home, Ma?"

My mind was instantly distracted by my son's curiosity. "Papa said yesterday that he'll be home by tomorrow. So, if we go to sleep now, when we wake up the next day, Papa will be on the way home." I tried to answer as best I could even though in my heart I was questioning the same thing. And to be honest, I can't confirm the truth of my answer.

Orchid, please. Where are you now?

Scroll the clock hanging on the wall next to Oleander's bed box. It's been half twelve in the night.

And still no news from Angga.

"Yes, Honey. Letle sleep first, yeah. If Lele rest enough, Lele's body will feel more refreshed tomorrow after waking up. And Lele has enough energy to play" I explained, supporting his decision.

"Okay, it's." He's back yawning. "Bobbok lele first, yes, Ma. But, Lele is the same as Mama. Mama can't stay here alone. Lele does not want to be alone. Yes, Ma?" The sleepiness that had begun to control his eyes was now gone by the fear of abandonment.

"Mama will never leave you alone, baby. You heard, right? Mama will always be there for Lele, whenever Lele needs Mama." A kiss again landed on the boy's head, this time on his forehead. "Mama will always take care of you, protect you. Mama will do whatever it takes to make sure you stay happy."

In Kalakian I made an offer. "Well, if so, what if we just boboknya in Mama's room. Lele wants to, no, bob in Mama's room?"

Oleander nodded. "Okay, Mama."

"okay, then. If so, come on. Go!" I stood up carefully immediately. I fixed my grip on Oleander. He returned to his original position, with his body straight towards me, head parked over shoulders.

"Mama, wait, wait, wait," her screeches while erecting her body as I walk.

"What, Honey?" I'm turning. I felt my forehead wrinkled with confusion.

"Bear Lele missed. Lele wants to bring Bear, too, Ma. Catfish can't sleep if there's no Bear."

I just remembered his favorite teddy bear. The polar bear-shaped stuffed animal that my favorite polar bear gave me.

I smiled stiffly at my own son. "Oh, my God. How could you forget, huh?" I ask more of myself. I pat my forehead with dramatic movements.

Oleander's sounding giggle managed to become a bit of an antidote to a heart that was in turmoil.

However, the snarl did not last long. After we got to my room, she was restless and agitated again. In his sleep, he repeatedly called Angga.

What really happened to Oleander? Is this the instinct of a child towards his father?

She was actually sleepy, but her unsettled heart demanded my three-year-old baby to stay awake because she wanted her papa so badly. Or because of any feeling it was about her papa. Many times he had to wake up from his thin slumber.

Or ....

Or is he just projecting my feelings? Since I'm not calm, Oleander also feels that way. Because I've been worrying all day about Angga's condition without any news, Oleander's been feeling that way too. It was the feeling of confusion that had ruined his day.

Is that really so?

What happens now is a child's instinct for his mother?

Oh, my God.

What is really happening right now?

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