You are the Only One
54. Moral Compass and Whatnot

Goslings

At first things went pretty well, I think. I said it based on what I saw on the monitor screen. My future wife and Bxjingan Bxjerkan sat down and did what I could categorize as a civil conversation. From his body language, Olavia seemed calm, able to control himself, and mastered the situation.

But I cannot say the same about that sorry excuse of human being, the piece of shxt. At the beginning of the conversation, he looked so relaxed, careless even, judging by the way he sat. However, it was not what Olavia said afterwards that made him to change positions to be more respectable. Whatever it is, obviously, is the reason I love my future wife even more and take pride in having such an amazing woman in my life.

Keep kicking his xss, Babe! I tried to transmit the spirit through a telepathic connection. Yeah, who knows if it works, right?

My eyes never escaped the eighty-inch screen hanging on the wall across from my desk. I don't let a second pass without me knowing what they're doing. I don't want to miss a single item and miss the opportunity to read their movements and gestures in their entirety. In addition to overseeing the state of Olavia, reading the mind of the Bxjangan Bxjak through his body language is no less important. Who knows I get a sign that will be a determinant of the situation later. If that's the case, I can first warn the security team and Oliver before I finish the bxjangan with my own hands.

At some point, things change. Olavia now looked very, very, very furious. He was seen hitting the table with both hands and standing, leaning his body towards that pathetic xshole which looked just as insistent as my adoring woman.

What the fxck? What is happening?

Without waiting, I reached out to the phone on the table and contacted Oliver.

"Gue's sure you saw the action just now, huh?" it says as an opening sentence.

"Yeah, Bro. What, the hell, are they talking about to the point that Olavia's raging like that?" My view is still locked on footage showing my woman.

After Olavia told him to step aside and leave the two of them, he immediately informed me of the change of plan. Although she said she would not be able to hear what her sister and that lowlife scum bag were talking about, it was not. Oliver could hear everything they were talking about clearly from where he was standing. However, I think, for now Olavia does not need to know first about this fact.

Oliver doesn't want to be off guard and fooled, nor do I. I don't want a single thing to be missed when it comes to that woman.

Oliver chuckles. Although half-whispering, I can still hear the restrained gel coming out of his mouth clearly. "Shxt, Man. I am so glad I could be a witness to this historic event. Seriously. If you are here now, you must be very proud of your future wife. Uh, but I think you're also gonna want to send a fucking guy who doesn't know himself straight to hell. Pack another flash pack."

"What the heck, man? I'm really curious about this. Lo what's the talk, anyway? Come on, dong, clear it to me!" I can't help but urge my best friend to interpret it. He could have played me by talking like a new crossword. The box is all empty!

I wonder why this Fxcker Oliver is able to laugh and whisper simultaneously.

"Damn lo. The oli!" I rebuked. Unlike him who needs to keep his voice so as not to be heard by two people who have now started to behave normally again—Olavia has sat down. He was talking and this time Owen the Bxjerkan Bxjakan listened carefully—gue no need to watch my intonation in the protection of my office space away from the scene of the crime. However, even so, if I may ask, I would rather be in Oliver's place than here. There, I can keep an eye on Olavia directly. Even if there is nothing, but I really hope not, I can move quickly and in an instant can be next to my woman.

My sister-in-law's laughter began to subside. "Calm your daughter, Lover Boy. You are acting like your xsses are on fire."

Damn this one still wants to make fun of my curiosity. "Cut that shxt up, bro! I'm not kidding, yeah. Seriously. What the hell were they talking about that made Olavia's emotions skyrocket earlier, huh?"

Oliver finally fell silent before returning to speak. His voice sounded lower and more serious. It was as if he was talking under his breath. "That idiot Kxmpret Songong somehow thinks he can take Olavia into a real family. You know, 'cause yada yada yada. But, just calm down. My wonderful sister overcame it all. So just watch it there, yeah. Don't come in here. Again, I warn you not to come here or it won't be over. Resist your emotions. Everything under control. You can see it on the screen, right? Olavia has dealt with that. You have to trust the candidate bini lo. Okay well? Already first. I need to focus again. Hye!"

The phone is closed, but something inside me is just the opposite. A door of the emotional canal in my chest opened, instantly flooding my heart with mixed feelings.

Shxt. Though I have heard what Oliver said earlier that the woman I love most in this world has cleared up the problem. And judging from Oli's attitude to the way Olavia solved it and seeing what body language was visible from this minute monitor, he said, I'd like to believe that my future wife rejected Popstar's crazy, Completely Full of Himself thought. How can he get a woman who is engaged to marry? Where's the brain? Where is the moral compass?

Ah, ah, ah. I just remembered and I immediately shook my head because of my thinking. Our beloved artist is no longer familiar with the word moral. Otherwise, he couldn't have done what he had done all this time, right? I mean, he just got caught playing with a bunch of people. So, yeah. There's that matter.

Oh, my fxcking God. Should ... should I be worried about that?

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