You are the Only One
11. The Mysterious Phone Call

Owen

The tone of the incoming call on my phone woke me up. God fucking. Who called so early?

Then I remembered that no one had my new number other than Bram.

Damn.

The first call was completed, but soon the second call was made.

Why would he call me this early?

I just had enough awareness and willingness to reach out to the phone and pick up the phone on the third ring. "Hm?" muttered me with a throat heavy by drowsiness.

"Still sleeping lo?" What a useless and useless question. You guys just think. If I'm still sleeping, can I pick up the phone?

"According to you?" I finally chose to answer because .. he's my manager. I don't want to take any chances and make him go berserk like before.

"Whatever." Bram also chose not to mind my indiscriminate answer. "Eh, by the way, why is his son Beniqno Addams nyariin elo?"

The name Beniqno Addams really sounds foreign to my ears. "Who is Beniqno Addams?" I asked while rubbing my eyes.

"Fxck, man. Do you know Beniqno Addams? Big Ben, man, Big Ben! Vocalism–"

The rest of Bram's sentence instantly disappeared from my hearing when the name finally clicked inside my memory. I suddenly got up from my position. The sleepiness that still lingered in the eyes and clouded the mind instantly also disappeared. Sirna swallowed by surprise.

Big Ben's. Beniqno. The Beniqno Bar and Grill. The last place I was busking. Beniqno Addams is the one who helped connect me with exec from my current label.

And his son Beniqno Addams is ....

Fxck. Do you want him to be like me?

"What did Lo say, Bram?"

Bram the fuck is quiet.

"Braam! Come on, man. What did you say, ha?" I want to not want to urge my manager because I was also urged by the curiosity that began to spread in my blood.

Why is that guy looking for me?

There was a loud puff of breath from across the joint that created a sound like an air disturbance. "Gue said that his son Beniqno Addams nyariin elo."

There it is. "Make what?" I raised a big question in my head.

"Yes, how do I know. I was also the same elo. What is nyariin elo?" Bram immediately denied.

"Damn lo. I don't know, so I'm elo. Kan, elo's on the phone." I protest.

"Ih. Kan, elo's the one who's looking for." We argue like a husband and wife who have been married for thousands of years.

"Damn lo."

I took a deep breath. "So, how's the story how can you call him?"

Then Bram explained. "Gue was contacted by my acquaintance. He said the former manager or who's from Big Ben asked my number to him. Keep loving him because the guy said Big Ben had the same needs as me. Yeah, had. This morning, a phone call came in to my number from a new number. I picked up, dong, because I was aware of this call.

Okaays. What are the important needs that must be discussed face to face, huh? Hm.

From the beginning, I have indeed felt somewhat intimidated by the existence of this Angga. Not only because he is the son of Beniqno Addams, one of the legendary vocalists of the band, but also because his presence carries a very strong aura ... I don't know, manly. Coupled with his tall and muscular body like his father. Be, I'm getting uncomfortable being in one place with such a close distance with him.

The nickname Big Ben given to Beniqno Addams is not given arbitrarily. Big Ben really has a height that is above the average of most musicians.

However, the major factor for my discomfort is .. because of her feelings towards the Beautiful.

Yeph. The Beautiful. The girl who's been chasing me since I first met her in Beniqno. I forgot whose name it was. Hm. If not wrong, in his name there is the letter A, deh. But who, huh? I completely forgot.

Duh.

Back to the laptop. Clearly, I know she's put her heart on the beauty by the way she looks at the girl. If he used to look at others with a serious look while frowning, when he saw the beauty, his eyes changed. The seriousness melted, turning into warmer. The wrinkles on his forehead were also gone. The corner of his lips lifted slightly.

On second thought, maybe this is also the reason why I feel bad being around him. There she was, watching the beauty from afar, while the Beauty was playing with me. I'm not happy because I'm just messing around with the person I dare say is the person he loves.

So, yeah. There might also be a little bit of pity I feel for him there. Be intimidated coupled with discomfort coupled with pity will produce.

God fucking. I'm so confused right now.

"Wen, oi, Owen!" Hardikan Bram returns my mind to the present moment.

"Eh, uh. Ja. Sorry." which." I apologize with a stutter. "What?"

"Why, anyway, lo?" Bram asked in wonder. "That's weird. What business, anyway, you guys?"

"Nothing to do" I refused.

"Seriously lo?"

Lah? Why did Bram even become suspicious of me like this? "Yes, seriously. Suuzan is very much your own friend."

"Damom, Owen. Now I'm not your friend anymore, but I'm your manager. I told you that no matter what, no matter what happens, you have to update to me. You have to report. Especially if your business is a strange business and has the potential to cause new scandals again. This one's still hot, Xshole. You want to add another one?" repet Bram is activating its manager mode.

"Bram, beat me up, yeah." I started to explain. I know that he is busy taking care of the effects of my bad behavior, but I also do not need to be reminded continue like this. I am also aware of what I am doing. I want to change too. Now, right, I'm obeying what he wants. "Gue was wrong, man. I admit I was wrong. But, you can't hang it directly over my head, dong. I really don't know what business this Angga means. Seriously. I have no fxcking idea, for fxck's sake."

My self-defense managed to silence Bram. "Okay, man. Okay. Sorry I've crossed the line," he said in Kalakian.

I actually just wanted to put my shoulders together, but she definitely wouldn't be able to see that. "Yeah, I too." This time my breath will create a strange sound in the speaker phone Bram. "Gue just remembered that I haven't apologized to you about the mess I made. Because I have to work late."

Overtime work is a term that is too light compared to what Bram actually goes through. "Well, it's okay. Surely I get a pretty good bonus if you survive after this case."

Fxcking. The sentence is very striking.

If I survive.

Damnit. I didn't try my whole life just to be destroyed in this world. I don't even know five people in the entertainment world.

Fxck. Fxck. Fxck. The word survival really opened my eyes.

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