You are the Only One
30. Family Meetings

Goslings

I was enjoying the liquid that was said to be nectar of the gods in the kitchen when Oliver appeared with a neat look. "Gue go back, Bro. Call the phone."

Behind my ribs are organs that are as wrong as they are. From yesterday it did not stop. Moreover, when a friend who is also a prospective sister-in-law I—or what has become a former sister-in-law?— offends family members. My thoughts immediately went to two specific people in the family.

I feel bad at all. I felt my body was in a daze, like a ship floating in the middle of the ocean. Just to tell you guys, yeah, I couldn't sleep all night. My body is not powered, my feeling is tired is incredible, but my head still insists on repeating the events of yesterday, many times. It even feels like every scene ends up getting worse each time.

"Oh, okay. Thanks, Man." I drank coffee in that still steaming cup. My fifth cup since three in the morning. Because I could not fall asleep, I decided to drain the remnants of the desire that was in me at the home gym that I had at the beach house near the pool. After that I check my body with kopo as a substitute for pecking.

Instead of walking straight to the front door to get outside, Oliver walked toward me instead. "You look like shxt."

"I feel like shxt." I'm muttering. "No, actually, I am the shxt."

Self pity party mode. I am so pathetic.

I saw him shake his head. "Well, don't say that, Bro," he banned it with a tone that sounded full of sympathy in my ears.

I felt something warm inside my chest.

Until he opens his mouth again. "Son pantes. Sangar face kayak lo time mellow-mellow is very severe gini, anyway." His lips twitched, I'm sure he was holding his laughter half to death.

Damnit. "What a friend you are, Jing. Hmh!" A small sachet of low-calorie sugar floated towards the Kunyuk. Honey it didn't hit his head that was my target.

Damn him to hell. Why does he have to be so deft like that, anyway? I became more upset with him.

He sighed, the laughter on his face was instantly gone. "Sorry, Bro. I just want to .. comfort you. I guess nothing can cheer you up right now then" he said, putting his hands in the pockets of the cargo pants he wears now.

He's fxcking right. Nothing can please me now. My heart is gone, so what would I like to please?

Fxcking. What was I talking about?

"Yeah, okay. Right. I have to pull it off first. I'll call you again. Okay." okay." He pulled out his right hand to wave. "Bye, Ngga."

Yeah, okay. Right. Adios.

Adios.

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Olavia

However, the reaction I got was not as calm as last night. Not yet Bang Oli has been tearing up. "What the fxck, La? What. The. Fxck?!" growled my brother. He combed the hair that had been neat, but now it was tangled like the wind****** pickaxe by his fingers, again. After that he grasped the wavy strands were strong. I was afraid that he would pluck out most of the hair on his head and become bald at thirty.

Ugh.

Imagining the bald Bang Oli managed to change my mood, making it even better.

"You need a minute?" Papa asked the eldest son out Arifin who was still spouting words as dirty as a hospital got. "Show some respect. Papa is also furious, Papa understands what you feel, but that does not mean you can run your mouth like a sailor in front of your mama, yes."

Bang Oli exhaled a long breath and looked towards Mama. "Sorry, Ma." Regret sounded thick in his voice. Among the men I knew, he was the one who respected his mother the most. Just like my man.

My man's.

How's it going now, huh? What the hell is he doing?

What is he thinking?

Last night I told her to leave because I was too surprised by what happened. I was too shocked to see Owen in front of us. I didn't think he'd be able to find me and Oleander.

I also can't believe Angga would do that. Looking for Owen to get his autograph on the child's appointment approval letter. He wants to make Oleander his son. He didn't want the father's name column on Oleander's birth certificate to be empty like that.

Oh, my God. Last night I couldn't digest it all at once, but after breaking down my feelings, talking to Papa about what had actually happened completely really helped, I realized that what I felt towards Angga was a complex, overflowing, and so great that I personally became very surprised when I felt it.

For a while I was really angry at what he had done. What was in his mind meeting Owen like that without consulting me first? How can he be presumptuous by making one decision about my son without communicating with me first.

However, after looking with glasses that were clear of emotion, looking from the perspective of my future husband, I think I can be said to understand his intentions.

And to think that he did that so he can have it as a surprise for me at our wedding? How sweet of him to think about making Oleander his son in the eyes of the government. And to actually try to make it happen.

I love him. Oleander and I love him so much.

"Sweetie, where are you going?"

Mom's voice ripped the daydream. Unknowingly I was already standing up, getting up from the sofa where I was sitting earlier. It seems like the subconscious is taking over this self, unwittingly making me move myself to approach the idol. "I'm going to go to the room, Ma. Take the same phone as Angga's phone." I answered honestly. Why lie, right?

Mama turned her head towards Papa before returning her gaze to me again. Papa immediately cleared his throat. "Hm. I'm so sorry, Sweetheart. But, Papa thinks you should contact Angga later. Now we still have a lot to talk about."

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