You are the Only One
23. Disaster

Olavia

No, no, no. This can't be happening. He can't be here. He couldn't possibly be standing in front of us right now. Not likely. Not likely.

I saw Bi Jumi's lips move, but I couldn't catch what she said. My focus is only on the figure behind the woman who has helped Mama take care of our house for a long time. The figure whose current gaze was fixed on my son.

My kid.

The oleander!

I hurried and carried him away from there. No, no, no. He can't take Oleander from me!

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Owen

What the heck? Why does the beauty look like she's being visited by a ghost? Why did he suddenly become so pale?

And why did he rush to hold the boy and take him away from there?

"lavic? Sweetie?" I saw the middle-aged woman who I thought was her mother following with a question mark expression.

The Household Assistant was also confused. "Eh, anu .. um. Well, how's this?"

Finally the Beak Baya man who was originally sitting with his wife stood up. "Already, Bi Jumi. Aunt just go back. It will come when I have called," he told the old woman who just knew his name.

"Good, Sir." Bi Jumi complied and quickly made himself move from the scene of the crime. Leaving me and the man in front of me.

The father stepped closer to me. As he reached out, he said, "I am Arifin. The head of the family is here."

I returned his hand. "I'm Owen." Buset, bye. The hand of Mr. Arifin is okay as well. Real strong.

Or, he purposely did that to show who was leading here?

Ah, ah, ah. Okay then.

"Owen, please sit down." He swung his hands at the sofa behind me. "Sorry, for the first meeting it feels like this sofa is too relaxed. But, what can I do. You've passed the living room. It doesn't feel good to have to go back there."

I immediately replied. "Ah, it's okay, sir. If you want to move into the living room, I won't mind."

"OKAY. Then let's move on to the living room." Mr. Arifin then led the way.

God fucking. Is this what I mean by living room? A spacious room with rows of high-backed chairs arranged in a circle with a table of expensive wood based on glass.

Who the fxck are they? Who receives as many guests as these chairs?

I sat on one of the single sofas while her father the Beautiful sat on her throne, a chair located at the head of the table. At least that's what I think.

Mr. Arifin looked at me for a while before opening his voice. "So you, yeah."

Three words. Three words that can be said as the opening sentence as well as the closing. His way of saying those words somehow sounded very final to my ears. When he said that, I can already conclude that he, without needing me to explain again, already knows what reason I came to this house like a jailangkung.

Came not picked up. It suddenly appeared out of thin air.

So you, yes, are already impregnating my son and leaving him alone.

So you are, yes, Oleander's real father.

So you are, yes, the artist who is being wracked by the scandal with the official's wife.

So you, yeah.

Yes. Yes to all of that. So, I don't feel the need to beat around the bush either. I also know what he means and the answers to all the statements that can begin with these three sentences and are about me, his son, and our son. "Yes, sir."

Then there were none. No words after that.

Suddenly the air temperature in the spacious room decreased along with the arrival of silence which then covered every surface and every corner of the room. Mr. Arifin was still staring at me, blatantly observing and judging every curve and gatria I had on my face.

However, he definitely did not make me tremble. I returned his gaze. Please look at it during and in any way you want, sir. I'm not scared.

"What was the purpose of you coming here?" In Kalakian, Mr. Arifin opened his voice again.

Hm. Let's see. "I want to prove the truth of Angga's words, sir. I want to meet the boy who said he was my son."

Mr. Arifin's eyes widened slightly when I mentioned the name Angga, but only as wildly as possible. If I hadn't been watching the man in front of me closely, I might have lost that moment. But in reality I have seen it. "Anga?" tanyanya.

"Yes, sir." I answered with a steady. "Just yesterday he came to see me and told me to sign a letter."

Not to mention I finished explaining, the head of the Arifi.n family has cut off my conversation. I feel because of the curiosity that has taken over control in him. "Letter? What letters?"

"Letter of consent for the appointment of the child."

"You mean, Angga intended to make Oleander his son official and he's meeting you for an autograph, right?"

"Yes, sir." Then I don't know why I'm trying to joke. "For many years I have been used to signing autographs. But this time I refused to give it."

But, of course, my joke fell flat on my face. Mr. Arifin did not laugh at all. He returned to the position of observing her. While leaning on the chair, both hands placed on the armrest, he fell silent again. His forehead wrinkled.

And me? I can only wait.

Waiting.

Waiting.

And waited.

God fucking. What the hell is he doing, anyway? And where is the Beautiful with a boy who is clearly my child? Without even needing to do a DNA test, I can confirm that he is my flesh and blood.

Her nose. Her hair. Face shape. All those parts were shouting my name.

Siaaa.

What should I tell Bram? What am I supposed to do now? Is there any way I can get out of this situation safely, both for my career and my name?

God damn it! Why is this happening, anyway? Why is this all happening at such an inopportune time? Why did the Berxngsek Angga come when my name was in the mud?

I really need to close the meeting on this. Anyone other than those who have difficulty knowing the truth should not divulge this matter to the media. Otherwise .. disasters will happen.

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