You are the Only One
28. This is It for Now

Goslings

"Shxt, Bro. Sorry," Oliver said with regret. "Gue .. I .. I don't know." He shook his head.

Fxcking shitty indeed, man. Fxcking shitty.

I followed her shakes. "Yeah, shxt." I repeated his words. "By the way, what would you like to drink?" I turned around and immediately headed towards the refrigerator.

My friend answered. "Bir, yes. I don't want to be a moron tomorrow morning because of a hangover."

I took out two cans of Bud Light from inside the refrigerator. Fxck. How I wanted to sink myself into the bottom of the whiskey or Vodka bottles that I could get right now. However, I've sworn not to go near that bastard drink again. I don't want to go stooping and act even crazier. There's been enough chaos I've done in these two days.

With a belief that exceeds one hundred percent, I truly believe that this will last as long as I am in the world. Maybe the story will be there until after I die.

Fxck. I can imagine what the beginning of the story was like.

Once upon a time, there lived a man who never did anything right in this world. His name is Angga. He ... is a person who is presumptuous and rash in following the will of his heart. Ah, really a pathetic type of guy. It was so easy that he was defeated by an ambushing desire.

Pathetics.

Okaay. We better get off the road that will definitely only go in one direction that I don't want to track right now. After all the guilt and regret that incriminates me, I do not want to feel inferiority also come along.

Well, at least not too much. No more than the audah present from the swaying of my shoulders.

"Well, by the way, how did you get here?" I asked Oliver who had parked his muscular ass on the stool across the counter. "Don't you say there's some business out of town?" I pulled a few sips of canned stuff into my esophagus.

"Oh, that. It's finish. Thank God he finished ahead of schedule," replied the man who seemed to be canceling being my sister-in-law after sipping a drink.

"Yeah, thank God. If you don't, you can't be here and witness to this clusterfxck now." I responded. I might as well add a pinch of sarcasm to the comment I just put out.

"Don't tell me that," stop it. "It's just a problem you have to deal with before the wedding. People say, right, the times before the wedding event are times that are vulnerable to temptation. There will definitely be problems. So, don't break up, Bro."

"yeah. But, the problem that those people mean isn't that big of a deal like this, man." I tell you what I feel. "Big problem I think there's no cure anymore."

"Fxck, man. Don't say that."

"Even though I didn't say it was like that, but that doesn't mean it didn't happen, right? The problem happened. I destroyed all the good things in my life. I fxcked up. I am a fxcked up. You can't deny that reality."

"Nope." I quickly cut out her sentence. If Oliver just wanted to give me the motivational words he got from Google, I wouldn't accept it. I don't need all that shit. "There's no more buts. I don't want to hear anything that comes out of your mouth. Thank you so much for caring about me, but I can't let my heart hope. Because this alone feels like it's enough to make me die a few times, man. If I keep giving a chance to hopewn to bloom, I feel I will not be able to face the disappointment that will arise from there. I can't, Oli. I can't."

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Owen

What is the matter with these fxcking people? Huh uh? Why am I being kicked out of there? Why isn't that goddamn Angga being pushed first? Ha's? Why should I go, try it? What is my fault?

I'm sure by looking at my face they can conclude that the boy really came from my blood and flesh.

Goddamnit!

As soon as the Angga reached the mansion of the Beautiful family residence, his father the Beautiful immediately turned his gaze to me more seriously than before and said, "It's nice to meet you, Owen. But I think you should get out of here. We have to discuss this matter internally first before taking the next steps. As a handle, do you have a business card or something else? How can I contact you after we have finished discussing the matter? Is there a standby phone number I can call at any time?"

I have not had time to answer and express my true opinion to the Honourable Mr. Arifin who is still sitting in the big chair, but he has returned to speak. I guess that was the tactic he used. He didn't let me have a chance to do anything but obey.

"We know you're a famous artist, let alone lately."

I was well aware of the innuendo directed at me just now. But I choose to be stupid.

"We promise not to disclose this to the media. As you probably already know, that we also do not really like the circus performances they do, especially participating in being part of their mockery. So, you can trust us." Mr. Arifin then threw a stiff smile. "So, how? Can I save your contacts?"

There is no other choice but to give Mr. Arifin the personal mobile number I am currently using. After dictating it, I saw him save my number without contacting me first.

Uh. So he can have my contact number, and not the other way around, huh? Can, can, can. That's easy business. If looking for the address is as easy as turning the palm of the hand, I am sure the person I contact to get information about this family can also get a mobile number daei seriap their family members. Even the housekeeper's Auntie had once.

"alright. Then you better go now. I'll get my driver to drive you to your destination."

That way, Mr. Arifin stood for the first time from the seat he had been sitting on. Hands up for me to shake.

Well, I guess this is it then. For now's.

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