You are the Only One
49. Sorry, My Name is Not Beautiful

Olavia

I walked into the main building of the restaurant with steady steps. I didn't let this heartbeat shake my movements one bit. With the sincere support and love of Angga, Bang Oli and Mama and Papa, I reassured my heart that everything would be fine. Owen won't take Oleander from me.

When I opened the back door of the restaurant, it turned out that Bang Oli was already waiting behind it. "Are you ready, La?" He whispered while looking down. His eyes looked at me straight, judging the answer given by the eyes and nodding at me. Satisfied with what he saw, Bang Oli pushed my body to continue the steps to the table that Owen had occupied. "Let's do this."

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Owen

I don't understand why they act like they're in an action movie. With the background of a restaurant that was deliberately vacated, two executioners who were in a standby position, the Bulldozer and his official suit, were, and the beauty who appeared from the back door and was immediately escorted by the older brother.

But I dig it though. Because it also makes me feel more ... I don't know, more. Cool more. Yeah, that sounds about right.

As soon as he appeared in the frame of the door, I could not take my eyes off the figure that was walking to me. I have said before that the Beautiful now looks more charming, but I did not expect that my vision at that time was still a little miss. He is not charming, but charming.

Man!

His body ... ouhai, made my saliva stagnate in the mouth. The movement is as smooth as it used to be. The carrying ... is quieter, much quieter. But, honey, he's been lured by people.

Uh, uh, uh, wait a minute. I just remembered. There is a saying that before the yellow janur expands, doi is still legitimate to be stabbed. Well. This one sounds more interesting.

Couldn't I, yeah, I cornered this chick from that jerk? If asked to choose, maybe he will be more on my side, right? I'm the real father of our son, the Oleander. So, if the three of us get together it will definitely look like a happy family. And .. aha! That'll fix my ugly image all along. What is more preferred by the people of this country than a playboy who is aware and regrets his sin and then chooses to move to the right path by building a family that he already has a long time ago?

Come the fxck on! I love how my creative brain works. In an instant he was able to concoct a scenario that I guarantee will bear fruit very, very, very sweet. Yes what is it?

The holy fxcking shxt. Bram will definitely be on board with my idea. Especially with the existence of this idea means he does not need to think much more. He just had to think about the date of the press conference that would be held to announce our wedding date.

Xxxxxxt. I love my brain. I love me!

Now I just have to think about how the technical implementation. Hm. Where can I start executing my plan, hm?

However, I have not finished considering and planning what actions I should take to launch the idea that I just fucked myself, a heavy voice that must have come from the Bulldozer— who else?—heard. It stopped the spinning discs in unison and worked well together in my head. And you know what sound that fucking bulldozer makes, huh? He's just beating. Thump! Really fucking him!

Although my heart is very arrogant, but I can not deny that annoying actions are useful as well. The disturbance caused me to focus my attention on what was ahead. The beauty who just parked her beautiful body in the chair across from me.

With a big grin like a Chesire cat, I reached out to the Beautiful to greet her. "Hey, Pretty."

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Olavia

I really don't like the smile on Owen's face right now. I really don't like what I see. The crack that could split the face of the man opposite me was very fake, very arrogant, naughty, and disgusting. I really didn't think I could fall down and be willing to fall for someone like this.

"Hey, Pretty."

And .. this. This greeting became the biggest red flag, but somehow that also often escaped my attention.

Owen always called me Beautiful. Beautifully. Various other versions that actually mean the same thing. He never called me by my own name.

Love is blind.

No, no, no, no. It is not blind love. It's not the fault of love that I can't see the warning signs. It is not wrong that my love of heart is torn apart by the pain of being abandoned. However ....

Oh, my God. Really fucking. I feel very ashamed when I remember my stupidity and stupidity in the past. My body shuddered as I reminisced about the things I did back then. The mistakes I made. The problems I caused.

Attention, yes, Ladies. When a man calls you with a call like the one above, the call only sounds cute at the beginning. Remember that, yes. If it's been three months, four months you've been together and he never called your real name, remember, yes, it's a red flag. Red flags! Careful. Mending you guys run away first than you'll be left like me.

Even so, still at the end of the meeting Owen and I gave Oleander. The figure of the boy I never thought I would need his presence.

So, yeah. This is probably called the path of life. Maybe this is what people say with a destiny that never goes wrong. Perhaps this is what is meant by there is always good in every plan of God. It might be the heartache of Angga and Owen that I need to get to the point where I am standing right now.

Class, Ola. Single-minded. You must be sincere. If you do not face this guy in front of you with a spacious chest, your problems may be getting protracted. Now you just have to explain your version of the story and listen to how it is. You want this situation to be over quickly, right? You want to get back into Angga's arms soon, right? You want to get back together with your son soon, right? Please speak with a cold head.

Okay, then. I inhaled a deep breath before answering the hand held out across the table. "Hey." I put on a quick smile. "Sorry very. My name is not pretty, but Olavia. You can call me by my own name. Please call me by my name from now on."

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