You are the Only One
37. You are the Only One

Olavia

"Yeah, ah. Go around first." Angga took my hand and stepped first.

One by one he showed the rooms in this house. And there's nothing I don't like. From the open floor concept that unites the living room, dining room, and kitchen; floor to ceiling windows are found in parts of the house that face the backyard, even the back of the house, both on the first and second floors are almost all made of glass. This house really feels very spacious and open, especially coupled with its modern and minimalist interior style. I could feel my touch at every corner when not a little bit of me was in the works.

Angga really built this house with me in his mind.

"When did you wake up?" I said what was inside the head directly to Angga. We are currently walking in the corridor after we finished looking through the room on the second floor.

"Hm." Angga muttering. "If not wrong about eight years ago."

"What?" My steps stopped immediately. The answer given by Angga was completely beyond my expectations. "Eight years ago?"

He's nodding.

Whahuh? Eight years ago? Where were he and I eight years ago? "You're serious, aren't you? Was it that long? We didn't even have any communication eight years ago."

"Yeah" he replied grimly. "Because of my mistake, too, right."

I shook my head, not accepting that he still felt guilty about the incident that had been too long. "I don't want to talk about it for long. It was far away. We also moved on and together. Now all I want to talk about is eight years ago. Why do you keep building this house with me in your mind while we have no contact at all? What made you do that!"

Wanna know. I really want to know what the answer is from Angga.

We are still standing face to face. The cessation of my steps earlier also caused the cessation of my future husband's steps.

"Come on, Yang." Angga raises his shoulders. "I don't know which was bigger at the time, but I know everything I feel in this chest is only for you and because of you. Love, affection, longing. Guilt, disappointment, anger, sadness. Everything is there and you. That's why I said that I built this house with you in my head, and my heart as well. I remember very much that time we had a conversation and you said that you want to have a house whose location is near the house of your mother and father. You also tell me how the model of the house that became your dream, the style, the color, everything. So, when I had enough money, I started looking for properties around here. I didn't get it straight away, anyway. There may be approximately six months before this landowner enters his property into the listing. When the real estate agent told me, I checked right here. And it's true. Right up, my heart seems to say; yes, this is what I'm looking for.

"After the house is finished, I begin to hope that one day you can see it. Even if you don't want to be like me or don't like this house, who knows, right, your tastes change, I want you to know that this house exists. Of the many promises I did not keep, there was at least one thing I could make. It makes me feel like I'm always close to you when I'm here. That's why if I'm tired of the work, bored with the clumsiness of my life, or I feel very, very, very longing for you, I always come here. Sometimes it's not even night, it's only a few hours, and after that I can feel .. hm, what, yes, the term tei? Hm. Recharged. Yes, recharged. I feel like my battery is charged again and I'm ready to face the world again." Angga ended the story by peeping my old forehead.

What I just heard really blew my mind. He's been building this house all that time. He had taken care of her for that long. It is unlikely that the condition will be as good and well-maintained as this if after being built, Angga just let it go. Especially if what he said was true, if he often visited here to recharge energy. "You said you come here often. So, who's taking care of this house?"

"There was. A husband and wife who live not far from here. The father took care of the park and the Aunt helped clean the house. They also help me grocery shopping if I want to stay long." Angga explained again.

"When did you stay long? What reason?" I let curiosity gets the best of me.

The man in front of me smiled again. A smile that will never be boring even though I have to see millions or even billions of times. He stroked my face again, this time along my jawline. "You really want to know? Want to know what you want to know?" goda.

"Relga." I whine.

The man could laugh. "You're so funny about that snack, Yang."

I glanced at him sharply. The brain that hobbies overthinking is immediately spinning. Why won't he answer my question immediately? Is there anything he's hiding? What has he done and does not want me to know? Don't-don't .... Heart gripped. It must have something to do with his personal affairs. It must have something to do with the women who were in Angga's life before me. There's no way she doesn't have a girlfriend. I mean, look at him!

Oh, okay then.

I returned his smile at a glance before turning around and intended to continue on. Never mind. I no longer want to know the answer to my question.

I tried to pull his hand on my arm, but I couldn't. I also didn't really intend to let go of the contact we had. "Nothing. I just want to get off." I'm berkilah.

"No," reject Angga kontan. "Don't do that. Don't lie to me. I know something's bothering you. I know something's up. What, Honey? Tell me the same. I don't know what's wrong if you don't tell me."

I exhaled a long breath. I remember what Bang Oli said. They are not mind readers. Also true. "I .. I don't want to know the answer to my question. I have no right to know what your personal affairs were before the same me. You also have a life of your own, right. So." I lift my shoulder.

My emotions were ignited when I heard Angga chuckling behind his back. I immediately flicked the hand that was still wrapped around my arm. "Let me go!"

Angga again chuckled and even pulled me back.

I went straight into his arms.

With both of his arms wrapped around my body tightly, the effort for me to release the hammock was clearly wasted. There I looked like a caterpillar writhing indistinctly.

"Hey, Honey. Stop," pinta Angga with an expression that looks uncomfortable. "If you like it any longer, I don't promise what will happen."

I still insist and will not give up.

"Yes, please. If you don't stop, I don't know what– is"

I finally found out what Angga meant. Or rather "feel" what is said.

"Oops!" I suddenly chuckled. "Sorry."

He just chuckled and shook his head. Angga breathed deeply. "wait. Give me a minute." Releasing a hug, then he cleared his throat, only after that back to my body. "Okay," said.

I just kept quiet and waited while trying to control the cheek running sipu. I didn't expect my stubbornness to cause such an effect.

"What was the question? You want to know when I'm staying in this house for a long time?" He's nodding. "Hm. The first time I've stayed here for more than a week is when you came back from the hospital after an early pregnancy opname."

Whats?

"Abis that I could say moved here after Ole was born."

Whats? "So you ...."

"Yeah." Anga chuckled again. The poniku is inserted which closes the eyes behind the ear.

When I thought he bothered to go and go home from Jakarta to Bogor every day and wasted money to stay at the hotel, it turned out he was ....

I don't know if I should be upset or happy. I think I would choose to be happy because whatever it is, he would do everything for me.

"So, you don't have to trouble yourself with strange thoughts. I have no woman but you, after you or before you. Remember, yeah. After you and before you. Because you're the only woman for me."

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