You are the Only One
16. Tempests
Owen
What the fxck is the first sentence that comes to my mind and that I say. The sentence becomes the second, third, fourth, and so on. I can't think beyond those words.
What the fxck.
What the fxck.
What is the FXCK?!
WHAT THE FXCK IS GOING ON?
I squinted my eyes once, pressing them so strongly that the colors behind my eyelids appeared. After I reopened it, I was met with darkness just before the letters on the paper appeared again and disturbed my mind for the umpteenth time.
What the fxck am I seeing right now?
"What the fxck is this?" Finally I could voice the confusion and shock I felt inside. Either which feeling should come first; confusion, for I have no knowledge of the fingernails of this, or surprise, for, let's face it, I have no knowledge of it, if this Giant Angga has been tired of coming here to meet me, then what is in this letter is true.
The right?
THE RIGHT?
"WHAT THE FXCK IS THIS?!"
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Goslings
I got the front seat in a kaleidoscope of emotion going on in the Pop Star's face. Emotions that ultimately provoke the feelings that exist within me as well.
"What the fxck?!" Owen exclaimed. He looked up, his widened eyes staring at me and demanding an explanation.
What the fxck? What does he mean by what the fxck?
However, before getting anything—because to be honest, I so go along lost my mind after seeing the reaction of Owen who was clueless, he again lowered his head and faced the paper again.
Oh my fxcking God.
It was at this moment I knew I fxcked up.
What have I done?
"What the fxck is this?"
I heard a growl coming out of his mouth. But nothing came out of my mouth. Everything I had prepared before coming and meeting him here; words, courage, and determination, then vanished after seeing this bastard's response when he heard the information from me.
"WHAT THE FXCK IS THIS?!"
He looked up again and this time really challenged my eyes. His eyeballs blazing with the flames of rage flabbergasted me, making my tongue tense and dry like a piece of wood. I can't say anything.
"AND WHO THE FXCK IS OLE?"
This briefly asked question that threw me off the balance point. In the brain, so many thoughts are milling, passing, and circling. Inside the chest, the flavors began to mix, all insisting on being the most dominant. The chaos in my heart and the tornado storm that occurred in my mind inevitably invited another disaster in my stomach. This part, little by little began to be filled with stomach acid so that it makes me nauseous.
Fxck.
Everything, and I mean every things, even the smallest bits; every movements, every thoughts, every details that I could capture with my eyes, is throwing me off my balance.
The chaos that occurs inside makes me careless about the circumstances around me. Owen was already in front of me, our faces were now only a few centimeters away from each other, and gripped the clothes I was wearing. So tight, I could hear the sound of a torn cloth between the roar of his hunting breath.
"Tell me, God damn it. Who is ole, huh? Who's the guy named Ole? WHO?" The growl had now reincarnated into full-promise cries.
Promise that if he does not get the explanation he wants immediately, no one will escape the calamity that will be caused by this man in front of me.
I am not afraid of what I can do in vain. No, I'm not scared of Owen at all. However, what made me lose sight of was the fact that I had inadvertently betrayed the trust given by Olavia. I have revealed a secret that Olavia had kept from the only person who should know. I created my own disaster for us.
As a matter of consideration and self-defense, I had no idea that Olavia had made Ole a secret. I had no idea that Olavia had been hiding Ole's whereabouts from his biological father.
What a fxck cluster.
However, that cannot be a reason for justification. I am the guilty party in this situation.
Shxt.
I've ruined everything. I have ignited a tempest that I have come to realize will only affect my relationship and plans with Olavia.
Maybe I should say goodbye to our wedding plans.
Oh, my fxcking God. No.
The understanding of it suddenly pervaded my mind and at the same time stripped me of all the hopes and fantasies that had sprung up in my heart about us. About me, Olavia, and Oleander.
Fxcking. Maybe in the future there will be no more of us.
My passion and desire are flying. Vaporized into the air. Leaving me who is now just a mixture of meat and bone without the desire to be someone again.
Fxck. Fxck. Fxck.
"By the way, Satan! Lo by the way. Don't be silent as a statue!" Owen again demanded while shaking his grip.
My body was tossed along with the movement. I don't know if it is the anger that dominates this Berxngsek that makes him so strong that his arm that is still flat can move my body, this is, or because I've really given up on whatever's going to happen.
On second thought, I believe the answer is more likely to be the second choice.
I've resigned. I've resigned myself to what will be the result of my stupid actions. I've resigned. I've resigned.
So much guilt in me that he can make me immediately give everything round to destiny.
Fxck. One point behind my ribs was a great sneak when I imagined Olavia's disappointed face. It's only getting worse when I have to say goodbye to Oleander.
I feel the air out of my body slowly but has a big effect on me because at that moment I feel no longer have the power. My body loosened and I'm sure it would have slumped to the floor if it weren't for Owen's grip on my shirt.
With a tongue that is still a bit confused, I finally gave what was previously desired by this bxjingan. "came ... Oleander .. is the son ... son of l-lo and Olavia."
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