You are the Only One
22. When Owen Meets the Mini Version of Him

Owen

I didn't think I was here right now.

Fxck. What the fxck am I going to do in there?

What am I doing here in the first place?

Shut the fxck up, you idiot! He said you want to meet the same who said the Angga is your son.

My boy.

I have a child.

I didn't think I had a child.

With Olavia. The girl we were with never memorized her name. The girl we were with was always called by the standard call I gave to my other girls before her.

The girl I now remember gave me her best effort, became my supporter, the first to be sincerely happy for my happiness. The first girl I told you about the contract I got from the label through a contact from Big Ben.

And now she's not just a girl who warms my bed when I need to, but she's the mother of my son.

If the boy who was in-mention the Angga was really my son.

Fxck. Why am I thinking about this possibility now? Why did that just happen to me, anyway?

Fucking idiots. What if it's just a scam? What if it's just their wits to get money from me? How about ....

Oi! Idiot, you see, no, the building in front of you? It's not an ordinary house, man. It is a fxcking mansion! So, do you think the people who live in this house are people who really need money, huh?

Txlxlm.

I took a deep breath then I exhaled slowly in an attempt to stabilize my heartbeat. However, this effort is just wasted. Obviously my heart just wants to jump out of my chest right now.

Fxcking.

Even so, I did it again. This time as an excuse to count down the time of taking my first step towards the entrance. Fortunately the taxi driver had left, so no one was a witness to this incident. I can already imagine what headlines would come up if the vultures and bloodsuckers of famous people.

Owen Miller, the rising Pop Star of the homeland because of his scandal with a woman's wife, an official who was caught in a corruption case, was mentally breakdown in front of a rich man's house. What's he doing there?

Damn. That really sounds terrible.

My own mind ignites a sense of anxiety within me. Are they really not here? I turned to the right and to the left and turned the body up to three hundred and sixty degrees, circulating my gaze to every corner of the park that adorned the driveway.

Nothing. I don't see any movement.

I hope there is no truth. Although they may be hiding behind a tightly grown bonsai and trimmed neatly on the edges of the garden, but I don't want to think about it. I don't want to lose my mind thinking about the places where they can be bad around here.

Shxt. I don't want to think about that right now. Don't think about it now if I don't want to go crazy first before I meet that boy named Oleander.

I estimate there has been about ten minutes (or even more) of wasted time to pacing under this terrace with the contents of the head are also ngalor-ngidul. As if the hours that passed after I drove the Angga from the house of his parents Bram until my arrival here is still less to spend with thought.

Fxcking hell, Owen. Just ring the god damn door bell!

Okay, already. Waiting time.

My heart is racing. My palms are getting wet. My throat suddenly felt dry.

Come the fxck on, Owen. Get yourself together.

When I heard the sound of someone unlocking the door, the anxiety I felt in a flash shot through my crown. Someone, the middle-aged woman, who had emerged from behind the luxurious carved wooden door became a witness.

"Good night. Can anyone help?" he said with polite intonation.

I'm cleared my throat. "Hmm, I'd like to see Olavia." My tongue felt a bit stiff when I mentioned that name for the first time.

"Sorry, Master who, huh?" The woman was still asking with a body half hidden behind the door leaf.

"I'm Owen. Olavia's friend." However, now, I .. I'm starting to like how the taste of Olavia's name comes out of my mouth.

"Oh, her friend Miss Ola, yes. Please come in, sir. Follow me."

Finally the woman I was sure was the housekeeper in this mansion opened the door even wider so that I could enter. After I entered and he again closed the door with a clicking sound that echoed in the room, he then led the way into the house.

Holy shxt, the Olavic family is truly a treasure. I remember saying that he was perfect for me and I said that based on his nature, attitude and appearance. Now, having seen all these luxuries for himself, perfect fits him perfectly.

While walking, my eyes were busy scanning everything I could see. Furniture minimalist style but still impressed wow, how every corner that looks by me neatly and clean, and how many photos hanging on the wall.

Of all that, this is what is most striking to me. Pigura-pigura on display is a sign that this building can really be a place to go home for every family member.

I felt a pain in my chest that confused me. What the hell is that?

The voice of the Household Assistant distracts me from the sense that has just arisen. "They're all gathering in the living room, sir."

Okay. The journey to the living room really took more time than I normally would have imagined. It really is something.

And it turns out it really is something.

I can tell you that we are approaching the goal of the voices I hear. I prepared myself to face what I would meet. However, there was nothing that I felt could prepare me to meet the boy who was playing on the carpet. When we arrived, his attention turned towards me and the middle-aged woman.

The holy fxcking shxt. I'll be damned.

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