You are the Only One
58. Go home

Olavia

Angga was driving his Rubicon on the road to Bogor. From the beginning of the journey back to the present, roughly thirty minutes later, not a single word had come out of our mouths. And I'm fine with that fact.

After I felt that there was nothing more to talk about with Owen, I decided to end the meeting. I gave my phone number, in case the private investigator hired by Owen couldn't find the information, so he could call to ask about matters related to Oleander. I made it clear that he was only allowed to contact me for that reason.

Owen nodded and was seen putting the business card in his jeans pocket. I stood up and immediately walked to the back door. Bang Oli was still standing there with understanding eyes.

"You did great" she whispered as she wrapped her warm embrace around me.

I can only breathe out a long breath. Feeling tired and tired at the same time. I nodded at him as he opened the door.

Not to mention, the door of Angga's workspace is open. Out of the building like a small cottage my future husband with big steps. His expression was full of determination. In an instant, I felt a special super duper. I finally returned home to my. "I love you." I whispered those three words to his chest. The sound of my heart beating steadily under my ears became the music of my confessions.

"I love you, baby." Angga said it in my ear with such a strong conviction that the words struck my heart and made me want to bend my knees before him now. "I love you so much."

I took Angga's embrace equally tightly, just in case I couldn't do more than he did. It is the body and soul that complement the existence of Olavia Marie Arifin on this earth. Without him, I would be nothing. Perhaps God would not have created me if there were no Angga.

However, I did not let it go too far. I held my circle of hands around her waist. "Yeah," I said hoarsely. The hoarseness brought about by the emotions that were bubbling up in the chest. I'll clear my throat immediately. "Yeah." I repeated my answer again. "Everything is more than right. Every single thing in my life is perfect now."

"Yeah?" Angga asked for confirmation with a frown. Why is his forehead wrinkled? "You're not gonna leave me, are you, honey?"

Say what now? I gasped, my head pushed back a little after hearing the most ridiculous question in the universe. "What are you talking about, anyway?"

Like a parrot, he repeated his question again. "You're not gonna leave me, are you, honey?"

I couldn't bear to not roll my eyeballs and groan. "Eergh, I heard what you said the first time you said it, Angga. But, what keeps me from thinking that, huh, why do you need to question that, huh? Don't be weird, man, be that person. I'm too tired to face any kind of weirdness right now. From earlier I was satisfied riding this rollercoaster feeling, I now want a calm-quiet. The peaceful one. I don't think I can handle anything that drains the feeling anymore."

That way Angga again immersed my body into his arms that really reconcile. "If so, come on, go home. Ole must have found us."

Go home. Yes, home.

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