You are the Only One
52. Chocolate Envelope Logo

Owen

I just sat down and listened to everything Olavia needed to say. I was just going to sit there and listen to what he said after that I could think of a way that he could listen to what I needed to say as well. Although I still remember the warning he gave, but I am sure if I can play the card I have properly, we can reach an agreement that can save all parties.

Shxt. Okay. Okay. After he heard what I wanted to say, I hope he can help me do the plan that I have put in my head to save my face in public.

There. I said it.

He said at the time he still had feelings for me, right? Even though I've left him and "dumped" him—he said, you know, not me because I don't feel dumping him at all. I just ended something that I thought was irrelevant to my new life. That's it but he still hopes to be with me again. Aye, right? Well, I can use this angle.

However, my intentions changed after he mentioned a brown envelope with a record company logo that he had received in the apartment. "What's the envelope?" I asked and unintentionally cut off her conversation because I was impatient.

Olavia's well-kept eyebrows on the right instantly rose to her forehead after hearing a question from me. "Oh, please. Don't do that" he answered skeptically. "Don't be pretentious I don't know what I'm talking about."

What's?! "No!" I am constantly refusing. "Gue really doesn't know what's in the envelope you're talking about. I really don't know. I personally never send anything to your apartment. No offense, yes, but I'm not really sending something to the girl I already .. stayin."

Acknowledging it really felt like swallowing hot balls that I held in my hand without wearing any pad. Whatever I do will be fatal to me. Admitting that means the same as doing justification to the comment stating that I am really a jerk who leaves a girl after I am satisfied to "use" her. Acknowledging that means I justify that as long as I am close to Oalvia, I am indeed "using" her for the sole purpose of pleasure.

But in retrospect, that is the truth. I just don't like to admit it to myself. Damnit.

I think Olavia has captured the seriousness in my voice because now his skepticism has turned into a probing view. "Owen, I'm not kidding, yeah. I seriously. You sent the files in the brown envelope to my apartment."

I refused because I didn't do that. "Olqvia, I'm serious. I swear by whatever I want, too! I never sent anything to anyone. Especially using an envelope with my record label logo."

"Why is your name on that envelope?" She asked with ... lugu?

I almost turned my eyeballs. However, fortunately I can still menaidiri daei desire that will make me seem to not appreciate or make fun of him. "Who could have written my name on that envelope, Olavia. I don't have to do it myself."

His eyes were rounded, as well as his mouth which immediately formed the letter O. "So ... so ... who dong sent that to me?"

It is an easy answer. "If not me, then yes, the label people themselves sent it. And they feel the need to add my name there too."

What the heck? Legal files? That means with legal files are files with legal force, is that it? "What do you mean by legal files, Olavia? I don't understand. Seriously. What are the legal files like? What's that chocolate envelope really, anyway?"

Olavia's eyes were now beginning to look. It seemed like his mind had gone out of nowhere.

"Generic!" I was forced to surprise him because I myself almost died of curiosity on my seat waiting for an answer from him.

The girl was fucked. His mouth was gasping, open and closed like a fish stranded on land and wanting water immediately. "Eh, sorry. I ... I ...."

"What's in that envelope?" I feel I need to repeat my question again if in case he forgets what the subject is now after disappearing somewhere for a while there.

"In the envelope it contains a Non-Disclosure Agreement and a letter of approval to perform a paternity test."

What is the ever loving fxck?! What did he just say? What just came out of his mouth? What did that girl just say? "What's? What did you say just now?"

No one can describe how I feel now. I was really surprised. I'm really confused. I really don't understand. I never sent the file myself, take care of it again. I have never seen a notification of missed calls from Olavia. I will remember if I ever did that because, let me be really honest here, I will remember anything that concerns the terror of one of the notches on my bedpost. I can't use the term crazy exes because they were not my ex to begin with.

So, I'll remember whatever it was. I don't remember any missed call notifications from him and I also don't remember ever reading those long messages like Olavia said. I also do not remember ever seeing the photo of the results of USG which he also mentioned earlier.

I don't remember anything. I don't remember a single one. I never had partial amnesia. I have never had an accident that hit my head.

"When did it all happen you said?" I need to make sure of this because time is an important part of this puzzle.

My attention was again centered towards Olavia. I felt the need to observe what flashed across his face because the slightest expression could be a clue to me.

"Hm." He muttered as he tilted his head towards the right ever so slowly. His eyes looked up again which was a sign that he was thinking. "Gue also does not remember the exact date, which is clear after the launch of the first single lo and before gig lo at the underground bar in Jakarta. Yes, between those times. I'm sure."

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