You are the Only One
44. Nano-Nano

Goslings

Om Arif turned down my offer to be Owen Bxjingan Bx's personal driver. "It would do us no good, Ngga. Om thinks it's best for Oliver to drive with him. You and Olavia can go together."

Well, when it comes to my woman .... "Okay, Om." It didn't take long for me to decide on an agreement.

"At least if Oliver is one car with a childish man like Owen, he already knows how the atmosphere of the trial with a truly guilty suspect. There's no way to justify the action that's been done."

I automatically glanced at my best friend. I couldn't hold back the tickle as he let out a swearing under his breath.

"What if we had that meeting at ten?" advice Om Arif at a later date.

This time the same. No one disputes.

The head of the Arifin family nodded his head once and clapped his hands. "Okay, folks. The big day tomorrow. Now is the time to get your special doses of beauty sleep so we can be ready to kick a certain someone's xss. Ten o'clock meeting in Beniqno. Angga was about to leave with Olavia and Oliver was going to pick Owen up at his inn. Any question?"

There's nothing to ask anymore. All the details are clear. Oh, hell fxcking yeah. Can't wait to meet the sorry excuse of human being. I will gladly kick more than his pathetic and just there xss by the way.

****

Owen

A message came in at midnight, about two hours after I sent the bubble-bubble. I'm halfway to heaven, with the contents of the cheapest bottle of alcoholic beverages I've ever drank during the life of a star I've lived. I can't remember where I got this bottle from. Wait, did I get this bottle from under the mattress I'm wearing now? Hm. Sounds really possible.

After reading a short message that was really short it—fucking, I did not expect bokapnya the Beautiful can joke this funny, I reply to the message with no less short.

Mr. Arifin: tomorrow. Beiqnois. 10 Hour

Owen: l

I have seen my unread message.

God fucking. I'll finally see the beautiful guy again tomorrow. I want to talk about our son. We already have a child. Yea! Yea! Yea! Lalala. I already have a child. Scarala~

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Olavia

Angga prevented my intention to deliver him to the front door. "Don't, you don't have to take me. I know where to go to the front door." He's still slacking. "You're hunting down to that room. Rest. Don't think much. Everything will be fine. I'm sure."

"But, Ngga–"

"There's no buts, honey," he said as he slipped my bangs behind my ears. Delivered the edge of my earlobe at a glance with my fingertips. "Tomorrow I will go with you, so you can monitor all my activities. I won't fuck around either. Not the same Owen. But, I don't promise I won't mess with you."

It's been too long since the last time I got some bedroom action.

The last time was the time .... Eewhhhhhhhh! No! I don't want to think about that moment.

"Sweet dream, honey. I'll go back first. I'll be here in the morning tomorrow, yeah. Want to spend some time with Ole before we leave. I think I can squeeze one or two cuddle sessions."

Oh, my God. Why do I feel this strange feeling, anyway? Am I jealous of my own child? "I also want to be given a cuddle session, you know." I confess with half embarrassment, but more sulking.

Angga laughing. A mischievous glint flashed in his eyes. "Later. Cuddle session makes you special." He answered me in a whisper.

"Yeah?" I could feel my desire slowly rising, exploring the body through the blood stream that had started to heat up. The suggestive way he said it really gets to me so freaking fast. "How special?" I also whispered.

Angga leaned his head so that his lips were right next to my ears. "The special ...."

The suspense is killing me.

"Pake two eggs, use chicken, use seafood."

Huh, Angga!

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Owen

The sound of knocking on the door disturbed my sleep. Goddamnit! Who, anyway, is knocking on the door so eagerly as to tear down this room? Don't know if I need to sleep any longer?

However, the knocking alias the thump did not stop either. It's even becoming more so. Buk's voice! buk it! buk it! the one that stuck it in my head. His punch instantly moved inside here. Fxcking! I think there's construction work in my head right now.

After groaning and almost vomiting because it smelled my own breath—what the fxck? Why does my breath get this bad, ha?—gue finally forces my body to rise and sit up slowly. The construction work in my head is still going on. The final garbage dump in my mouth is still in operation. With all that I walked towards the door. Of course my steps are scattered because the earth decides when this is the right time to dance.

God fxcking damn it! "Wait a minute, Satan! So can one be patient?!" I shouted at the figure behind it. Anyone who hits the door and disrupts my sleep this early will surely receive the consequences. Justjust look. I won't stay silent. He doesn't know who I am, does he?

I don't know why I think the impact landed on the door of my boarding room was getting louder.

"What's the problem, anyway, in your life to the point that you hit the door like hitting people like that, ha, Kamprxt?! I said patient, yes, patient. I have to walk to this door, not fly like a kuntilanak. Just be careful if you turn out to be the wrong room or there is no business whatsoever with me. I ruined your life!"

"Oh, yeah?" I heard a heavy sound after I opened the door. My eyes are clashing with super wide, stocky shoulders. I had to climb a neck that was also muscular, I just knew that someone's neck could have muscles, so that he could see the face of the owner of a body as big as a bulldozer standing in front of my room door. "Lo wants to ruin my life, huh? Be able. Go ahead. I want to see how you can ruin someone like me. Prove all your bullshit, Satan."

What the fxck?

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