You are the Only One
57. Please

Olavia

I admit that my feelings are still too sensitive to be associated with Owen. Just as bad memories can instantly trigger my emotional outbursts, the sweet memories and stories she once shared instantly ignite a sense of compassion. I remember him telling me like he had to struggle to support himself since he grew up without a father and mother who were drug slaves and often had to change partners. How he should, fundamentally, scavenge for sustenance just to eat.

I think that part can be said to be a real story. It's nice to know that there was something real between us even though it was just a small tidbit about his life.

That memory really touched the part of me that was already a mother. I ... can't imagine if that happened to Oleander.

No, no, no. I will not allow such a thing to happen to my son.

And the regret and fervent feeling that was emanating in Owen's eyes now? Am I going to pretend I didn't see it?

After saying everything I wanted to say earlier, after everything came out, I not only felt relieved, but also a little sense of guilt. Am I being too hard on Owen? Did what I said cross the line? However, if things get us to this point, at the point where Owen finally dares to say honestly— as honestly as he can, at the point where he realizes and admits his mistakes all along, I will not regret my actions in the slightest. I'll just take his silver.

"Replace, Olavia. I beg. Give me a chance to be someone in Oleander's life."

I can't do that to Owen either. However he is the biological father of my son, he deserves a relationship with his son. And so is Oleander. If only Owen had not appeared at this time, someday, when the time was right, I would have revealed the truth about his origin to him. Not only because he doesn't look like me or Angga, but because he also has the right to know who his real father is. And, I guess, telling her that the man she had known as a family friend was her real father was much better than showing a photo of a famous artist who had never appeared in her personal life at all.

It was that conclusion that prompted me to nod my head. "Okay, okay." I then sighed. "Gue will give you a chance. Not because I believe in the same one hundred percent, but because I love my child. He also has the right to have contact with his biological father no matter how small."

"Thank you!" Owen breathed in relief.

Oh, my God. My body seems to have been able to imagine first what will be the response of Papa, Mama and Bang Oli and even more Angga with this decision. They'll think I'm crazy. They will not support what I have chosen. But what is power. I also can't refuse Owen's request. "Gue can already imagine that this will not be an easy journey because you have to win the hwti of the people you have touched with your arbitrary attitude. But, what can I do. You still have to deal with it if you really want to be a part of Oleander's life. Sorry to say this, but I think you deserve a little punishment for everything you do. Especially my bokap. Lo ...."

I shake my head inexhaustibly. "Lo really don't know who Arifin Handoko is, huh? What person did you tell me to find my parents' home address not to know elo? What is it that you don't know and read the reports that he loves correctly? Owen, Owen. I hate to say this myself because I don't want to sound like an entitled bxtch, but you are fxcked. Even more so now. But, what can I say again? You did this to yourself."

He inhaled a deep breath and exhaled it slowly. His shoulders that were now bent lifted for a while before descending again, became lower. "Fxck" he whispered afterwards.

My heart is divided in two. Half were satisfied with the sorry look Owen was using right now, but the other half felt what he was feeling. "Ah, that's it. Don't think too much about it." In the end, I tried to comfort the man. "Just try, apologize as much as you did to me just now. Really apologize and prove that you can indeed change in a better direction. Really clean your act. No one can prove that you are a better person than to really try. I'm .. I'll try to give them understanding. I'll try to persuade them to open up opportunities for you too."

Owen's body suddenly became upright, straight spine even more smooth iron. "Seriously lo? Lo ... you want to do that for g-gue?" ask him with a stutter.

Oh, no. I can't let him think that. I have to break Owen's assumption immediately. "Yes, no!" I dispute. "Gue didn't do anything for you. Take that, yeah. What I do, I do just to make my son happy. I did everything I did for Oleander. Not for you. Remember that."

Owen nodded. "Okay, okay. Sorry. I guess I did that to myself. Wish."

Aw, Owen. "If your relationship and I ever taught me something, Owen, it's that we shouldn't be pinning our hopes on someone other than ourselves. Because if the other person leaves, he will bring the hope we have built. What is left for those of us who live here? Hope is what we need most to survive."

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