You are the Only One
46. Nurture Over Nature's

Olavia

I'm really mad at Owen. How could he start this day and meeting with a hangover? Does he care so much about what will happen today? What will we, I, talk so meaningless to him?

Especially about the message he sent to Papa yesterday. After Angga came home, I asked Papa to show me those messages and .. oh, my God! How dare he be so disrespectful and arrogant to Papa!

You guys don't know adab! You selfish guy! His attitude is still the same as before. He only thinks about what is in his interest, without considering what other people feel. He only cared about his wishes and did not care who he would hurt on the way. For Owen, he was the center of the world.

I used to admire his focus and work ethic. His focus is on achieving what he has already targeted. His passion to achieve dreams. However, these attitudes are only used for matters that will benefit oneself. He does not apply such an attitude when dealing with others.

He really has changed. It might even get worse. Or ... do I never really know Owen?

"Darling, what's wrong with you?"

Angga's voice interrupts the path of thought that I believe will soon turn into a whirlwind****pick. "Nothing." I'm sighing.

"Come on, Olavia. I know that something is troubling your mind."

I took my eyes off the view from the window of the car and turned towards Angga. My future husband is driving his favorite car smoothly. Know being noticed, he also glanced at me a glance before returning his focus to the streets in front of us again.

"What's up, honey, hm? You don't want to tell me the same story?"

Well, of course that's not the truth. I wanted so much to share what I felt with the man who had been beside me all along. However ....

"It's about Owen, right?" Like an expert, he could easily read my thoughts.

"Kok you know?" I asked, not expecting his guess to be that precise. This clearly negates Bang Oli's earlier statement, that men are not beings who can read women's minds.

Well, Angga just did just that. How could he do that?

He suddenly reached out to my hand that was crossing over my thigh and slipped his fingers between my fingers. After that, Angga brought our hand grips closer to his lips to be sniffed. "It's an easy guess, honey. You always have signs that you are anxious or upset in your mind. That, tuh. Wrinkles that are between your eyebrows. Very impressive." He sent another glance at me. "Again, who could make you angry this early other than that Bxjangan? Ole felt too good this morning, so he couldn't possibly be a suspect. Me either. So, yeah, he's the rest."

I took another deep breath to prepare myself. "You're right" I'm sure in the end. "I'm .. I feel so ashamed for adoring a guy like him, 'No." I turned my eyes to the window again. Acknowledging this while looking at Angga was definitely not something that was easy to do. Such a position is much better. I didn't have to watch the expression change on Angga's face and decipher everything. "He's the attitude that's too much, especially what he did with Papa last night. Plus now. I ... I feel guilty about Oleander."

I don't know how many times I have to take a deep breath and throw it slowly so that the burden felt on my shoulders runs out. At least it's going to decrease a little bit. "Eitherway. Most of all for giving him a bad father figure."

"You mean? I'm still not good for Ole?"

Angga's shock made me look at him with lightning speed. "Oh, my God, no!" I refuted. "It's not you I mean!"

"Then who? Ole is as big a father as I am, baby."

Duh, right too, anyway. I bowed, this time disinclined for a new reason. "I mean, his biological father."

"Ah .. that."

With my head down, I stole a sideways glance to get a little idea of Angga's mood that seemed from the look on his face. However, I could not see much because of my position and also because his head was gnawing slowly. Even so I was able to catch the sound of his halting wave.

I plan to apologize for making the atmosphere awkward like this, but I haven't had time to open my mouth, Angga has defeated me in that.

"You must know about the terms nature and nurture, right?" ask Angga who is still looking ahead and holding the wheel. My hand that was in his grasp was then squeezed. "I am one of those who believe that the nurture factor is more influential than the nature factor. Ole could exist because of a man like that, but he grew up surrounded by great people. Your papa and your mama, Oliver, and with a mother who's as amazing as you are." Fucked again the back of my hand. "Honestly I'm not too anxious, anyway, the same character of the boy. From now on it seems that Ole is a child who is caring, sensitive, and friendly with others. So, yeah. Doesn't matter where he came from, he will turn out okay thanks to you."

"And you." I'm muttering. Angga can not be separated from the achievements that have been passed by Oleander.

"Shxth. Honey, sorry." Angga in Kalakian turned with a scrunched nose. "I've been repeating myself in my head, it feels like the sentence I said earlier sounds really cringe worthy. Kan Ole is as big as a father figure like me. Blaley. Disgusting." The man scratched his tongue like he was about to vomit. "Shxth. Shxt. Shxt. I can't believe I said that."

I laughed at the expression and manner of Angga. Somehow he could think that his words sounded so disgusting. I couldn't find any reason to disagree with what he said. What's more the point he just showed.

Nurture over nature's. Such is the meaning of the word Angga earlier.

Yeah, correct. Nurture over nature's. No matter who contributed the spxrma to create Oleander, the most influential influence on its development was who was there and accompanied it as it grew and developed. Who asked him to joke. Who treated his wounds. Who is supporting its growth.

Fuck the biological term. The influence Owen would give Oleander would only stop there.

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