You are the Only One
45. Deplete Owen's Arrogant Attitude

Owen

The bulldozer who came to pick me up was her sister the Beautiful who was also her best friend the Fucking Angga as well as my son's omnya. Why do I explain it that way? Because the brain that is still covered in drunken fog belongs to me this can not find the name of the Bulldozer. Who, yeah, his name?

Ah, fuck it!

Obviously, when I realized that the one who would be my driver for today was him, I immediately moved to clean myself up. How not? I don't want the bulldozer to offer himself to all be a nanny and think to help me clean my body just because he is too disturbed by the appearance and bad breath that I really like to invite someone else for brawl.

After I finished taking a shower and changed clothes quickly and also dimbung, he said, I went back to the Bulldozer waiting at the door of my room while crossing his arms in front of his chest that was an acre wide. He did not lean his body against the wall. He did not stand up like other normal people with a somewhat hunched posture.

No. gabe. No. gabe. Her sister the Beautiful and her omnya my son is standing as an iron, her body straight and tense, burly and tall. He looks like a member of the special forces security of the president or some other job like that. He looks so unsuitable in a simple boarding area like this with the clothes he wears now. Which healthy people use pantaloons and shirts on holidays?

Nor does he seem like someone who cares about the opinions of others or others in general. Look how indifferent he is to the attention he gets from the children of this boarding house and its surroundings. They practically stripped the bulldozer bare with their eyes and there was even drool that was already dripping on the corner of the lips. However, it could be that the Beautiful sister and the omnya of my son did not react to anything.

If I were ... beuh! I will surely at it up, lapping at their attention.

"Gue is ready." I told him after I locked the door.

He just muttered indistinctly and started walking. Whatever kind of voice he had released just now really sounded unfriendly at all.

Whats? He thought I would just follow him like an anying?

I only lasted for a few seconds where I stood with stubborn pretentiousness and ended up chasing after the Bulldozer as well. Goddamnit! Does he not know the word manners?

"Shxt, man. What road goes up the escalator, anyway? How fast," I joked with a kagok. I don't know why I'm still trying to create a conversation. And I don't know why I'm still expecting a reaction from this bulldozer.

Fxck. Why couldn't he appreciate my efforts to make friends while I was fighting a hangover last night? Shxt. Why should I remember that too? I became aware of the bang that was still in my head.

God damn it to hell! Fortunately the undercover uniform I wear now, which consists of my usual suit; a t-shirt, jeans, and Converse, is a dress shirt, and this time coupled with sunglasses and a bucket hat to cover most of my face not only protect my identity, but also protect my eyes from the attack of sunlight. Not yet the fireball above the sky was willing to show off its power.

No one seems to want to be friends with me today.

The light of a shiny black car flashed twice as we were just a few steps ahead of it. I do not know exactly what the brand of the car is and what the series, which is clear, judging from how the flashes of body paint and the shape it looks, I am sure this car is an expensive car. "Shxxxxt," said I while chuckling. "It's a really cool car, bro! The oath!"

Even the wind refused to respond to my comments.

Without waiting to be told, I opened the passenger door—damn, there were only two doors in this car, when the bulldozer opened the driver's door and entered. I then did the same. The distinctive smell of premium leather material instantly greeted my nose. I inhaled the smell of luxury deeply while looking for a comfortable position by leaning my body fully into the seat of the car. For what reason the seat also feels very different.

There are many things I want to ask about the world, but I don't know who I should reveal it to. Do I have to die first in order to meet God and ask that in person.

Fxcking hell, Owen. Take care of your mind, do not let it slip too far! You know, right, where are you going now?

Ow, shxt. I forget.

"Eh, be te we, where are we going, huh?" ask me between the hum of a smooth car engine, much smoother than my butt skin. "Sori, I forgot. Understandably, I read a reply message from bokap lo last night using eyes that have been half-stained. So the info I see can not be stored properly as my brain is also the same quyengnya."

I glanced at the Bulldozer from behind my glasses—ada for the others also turned out I was wearing these glasses, I was able to spy on others without being discovered, yes!—and chose to close my eyes again. If all I will always accept is a residence and a hard expression on his face, I better just sleep. I don't care anymore to know where he's taking me. I no longer have any materials to use to start a conversation. Anyway my head's pulse's getting worse. If I don't give him the required rest time immediately, I'm afraid my head will break and dirty the interior of the superkece car belonging to doi.

The Bulldozer may change jobs to become a life-extracting angel after that. It's spooky!

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Goslings

A swearing escaped my lips after reading a message from Oliver who had already departed from us. Although I have tried to hide, but it turns out that my beloved woman who just finished installing a seat belt in the passenger seat next to me can still hear it.

"What is it?" ask her anxiously.

I really don't like to see the worried lines that appear between his eyebrows, like the ones he has now. Before answering I let out a sigh because there was no point in me trying to insinuate this information from Olavia. After all, he will find out too when he meets the Bxjingan Bxfuck. "Oliver sent an update on Owen. Likely, ninety percent of the guy's hangover now."

Olavia's forehead was getting wrinkled. His anxiety had now been replaced by resentment.

Yeah, Babe. Me too's.

How am I not upset? After getting a rundown of the messages he sent to Om Arif last night, I had no interest in reading those messages directly because I was sure it would be even more emotional than this, now I've got word that the Bajxngan is on a hangover. Then he had a drink last night, right? Until jawed? Means he's not ignorant, right, with what's going to happen today? He doesn't care about the subject of this meeting, his biological son? If the Demon Pedestal cared only a little, he would definitely maintain his attitude in front of the family who was his son's family.

However, reality?

This is bullshxt. I can't wait to meet that bastard and exhaust the arrogant attitude in that one human being.

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