You are the Only One
50. If I Were You

Olavia

Owen looks a bit ... shocked? For a moment I saw her eyes grow slightly before she could control herself and control her expression again. His special grin came out again. "Okay, okay. Sorry. I think habits are hard to change. Yeah, right?" The guy in front of me is laughing.

I let go of our hands, deliberately not responding to his words. Yeah, I'm sure he's right. If your habit is to call the girls you "wear" by the same nickname, I think it will be difficult to change your habits. Especially if you really don't know their real names.

And, is he still going to keep using me and you while I'm exchanging his exchange words with me and lo? Eew. What's in his brain? Does he think I'll be able to put in his trap again?

The freaking way. Not a chance in hell.

Okay, Ola. Calm down's. Calm. Down.

Phew.

In order to give my mind and heart a chance to breathe, I turned my attention to Bang Oli. He was still faithfully standing beside my left, observing our interaction. Perhaps while considering the ways that he could do in order to vent his emotions towards Owen without risking the careers and good names of him and the Arifin family. At least that's what I imagine if judged by the sharp eyes of his directed to Oleander's biological father.

The Poor Bang Oli. But really I don't think he will find anything of it. And honest I don't want him to do anything to Owen. Not because I don't want Bang Oli to endanger the life of the guy I've been with for a few short but "impressive months" but because I don't want Bang Oli to lose. Time loss, energy loss. He better take care of something else, which is more useful. Like getting a wife, for example.

Ah, ja. After this I'll tell him. But first thing first.

"Bang," called me in a low tone to Bang Oli who immediately turned to me. "I think I can take care of all this myself."

The sharp gaze he gave Owen had disappeared, now changing with one that was full of question marks. The sense of not understanding had also created a fold on his forehead. However, Bang Oli said nothing. He was just watching me, I'm sure I was trying to find the answers to the questions that were gracing his head.

And, after some time, like a brother who truly understood, he nodded. Although the wrinkles on his forehead were still there, he granted my request. "OKAY. I'll be standing by the back door, yeah. So I can keep an eye on you without hearing what you're talking about."

"OKAY. Thanks, Bang." I hugged him at a glance.

Really fucking this guy!

His mouth makes it hard for me to control myself.

Back again I said those words, which I seem to need to cast a spell for the time being. As long as I still have to deal with Owen, I will need patience and the ability to control my emotional state with extras. Or this meeting will really turn into a blood-soaked battle.

Well, my mind just crossed looks very, very, very horror, huh?

Okay. Back to Owen.

After breathing out a long breath slowly and furtively so that he did not know what his presence had caused me, I painted a smile on my face. Nonetheless, I'm sure the results remain discordant, not as desired. But who cares about the outcome, right? At least I tried my best. "Please sit down." I invited Owen by moving my hand at a glance towards his chair. After saying that, I pulled out my own chair.

I waited for Owen until he got a comfortable sitting position before starting. If it is intended comfortably is to lean fully into the seat backrest and buttocks that are slightly drooping in the seat cushion. "Thank you so much for coming to this meeting."

Instead of responding to my words as seriously as possible, he might even laugh. "Shxt, Pretty. Uh, sorry, Ola .. hm, Olavia, you just sounded really stiff, like what kind of clerk, yeah, that's, who's visiting the houses." Hands in the air. "Udah. Don't be so formal. Just relax. We also know it long ago, inside again. So." Owen flicked his shoulders curiously. "It doesn't feel right that official assholes are."

If it wasn't for this the reality was an important meeting, at least for me, and if it wasn't for remembering the problem Papa warned Bang Oli could have happened to me, too, I slapped his face that song. I've ripped off her polite lips. However, I can't do anything. All I could do was take a deep breath and let it out secretly again.

Spells. Remember those spells and breathing techniques, Ola. Emotion control, emotion control, emotion control. You don't want Oleander to part with his mother because you have to go to jail, do you?

Oh, no. My baby's. I cannot do that to my baby.

Even if I can't beat him with this hand, I can still make him battered with my words, right? "Sorry if I sound too formal in your ears. I did that because I think it was a serious conversation, one that involved something that was definitely not a toy. So, I hope you can also take this as seriously as your other serious affairs. And I also hope that you can keep your word. Once again you offend my self-esteem by using words that are not polite or imply meaning that is beyond the limits, I will not hesitate to report you to the authorities. I know you're in an uncomfortable position right now, Owen. I think everyone knows. Your career is on the edge. Therefore, you should know that it is not difficult to make you really end up now. Again, please be more polite. To me, to my brother, to my future husband, let alone to my parents. I'm not kidding, Owen. My family was able to cope with a bit of scandal that surfaced in our family with a few phone calls and visits. But, I guess the same is not true for elo and lo names. So, if I were you, I would start taking this conversation more serious than anything I have ever had before."

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