You are the Only One
35. It's Yours

Goslings

Time doesn't roll when you hug the person you love most in this world. When you are near a loved one, time seems to deliberately remove its tracks because it does not want to interfere with what you share. Time seems to deliberately settle so that you can enjoy togetherness without worrying about his departure. Time seems to plan its journey in silence so that your center of attention is not on its departure.

Time ... deliberately did all that and made me not realize how long we have been standing here, in front of my house, in front of my best friend and my future sister-in-law, he said, with my arms hugged Olavia's body tightly and the legs of the girl wrapped around my waist and the arms were also wrapped around my shoulders and neck no less tightly.

"Fxck, Honey. I miss you so much. Fxck. These three days feel worse than hell." I whispered in the groove of the neck that became my favorite place to hide that face.

"I miss you too, Ngga. I miss you too."

The confession of the woman I love most in the world made the knots that for the last three days tied and squeezed my heart out instantly. My chest automatically became airy again. The breath feels lighter.

"Okay, lovebirds." Oliver's heavy voice and his restrained deck crept between our arms. I immediately raised my head to see my friend. Now in his arms was the body of a small figure who was still asleep. "Gue wants to get Ole inside first. So, it would be nice if you have a house can set aside a little time to tell me first which room Ole can use before you continue what you want to do. As bad as I am, I do not want to tarnish the eyes of my nephew in case he wakes up fitting you guys in a situation that is not safe for the eyes of the child stink fast. I can't accept that I had a hand in ruining Ole's life and memory forever rocking you guys."

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Olavia

I lowered my head to Angga's chest, inexplicably feeling embarrassed after listening to Bang Oli's words. However, the feeling of reluctance only lasted for a while when my brain again could only digest the information captured by the ears a while after the information entered.

It would be nice if the one who has a house can set aside a little time to tell me first which room can be used Ole ....

Who has a home? Who has a home?

My head suddenly stood up. "You own this house?" I showed the question to the man I was climbing like a monkey.

He chuckles. Perhaps from seeing the surprised expression mixed in confusion and impatience mixed in his face now in a very close distance. Our heads aren't a long way from each other. At the most, only ten centimeters.

I can feel the movement of his shoulder. Did he just try to raise his shoulders while I was still hanging on this body?

Waw.

"Come on, man." Bang Oli's voice sounded again. "To be honest I also do not want to linger to see you guys in this kayak position. It's like later I have to wash my eyes and memory use bleach so that the stains created can be lost."

Damn my brother.

With a heavy heart I launched my body downwards so that I could stand on the earth using my two legs again. Angga had just released his hand from my waist after he was sure my footing was no longer limp.

"Yeah, ah. Sign in. Ole can sleep in the guest room down just so that later he fitting wake up we can samperin him directly. As for him, he must be scared to be alone in a foreign room."

Angga then grabbed my hand and led us into his house.

This house is the home of Angga.

I still can't believe this fact, that Angga has a house in the area that is only fifteen minutes away from the house of Papa and Mama.

How could?

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Goslings

After Ole was laid down on the bed, Oliver kicked me and Olavia out of the room. "okay, deh. It's finish. There, continue your business. I'll keep the post here," he said as he poked his feet over the sofa located under a large glass window with a side garden view. "Gue seems to be able to catch up on some work while waiting for Ole. Go there, go!"

And to be honest, we do not intend to refuse my best friend's submission.

Be. I, by still holding the hand of my adored woman, went out of the room and walked into the living room with the open floor concept that was right in front of the room. Arriving near the sofa, I let go of our hands and turned to face Olavia.

If you think that we would easily continue what we did before Oliver intervened, you are one hundred percent wrong. Now, after the bubble that had surrounded us broke and we came back to reality, everything felt a little awkward. I don't know where to start the conversation.

It seemed like Olavia also sensed that, judging from her bowed head.

Fxck. What am I supposed to do?

However, I don't have to think leilama anymore because Olavia solved the problem for both of us. "Hm, is this really your house?"

I really didn't expect that Oliver would bring Olavia and Oleander to this house. I really didn't know that this was what he meant on the phone. Although this automatically ruins the surprise plan that I have difficulty preparing, but at this point I do not want to take a headache. Everything is broken, by the way. So, yeah.

It's wet, yes, it's. Shower once.

I don't know if the old song's proverb and lyrics match the circumstances that I'm experiencing now, but I've said that I don't care. I don't care if anyone says I like to talk. It is also good to be a person who does not think too much about the opinions of others besides those closest to you. My life is not too complicated. I can enjoy my own life without adjusting it to the standard of others.

What the heck? I just said what, anyway?

That skip. Just ignore my shxt.

Back to here and now and her.

Olavia looks still waiting for an answer from me. I don't know why he still doesn't believe that this house is mine. "Yes. This is my house." I finally gave her what she asked through her eyes. "Do you want to have a tour around the house? It is yours, anyway."

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