You are the Only One
6. The Reflection of A Man

Owen

At nine this morning I was still in my apartment, beaten with the words of the Bram, and at three o'clock I had entered the house of his parents Bram in the Jatiluwih area, Jatiluwih, two hours from Ngurah Rai Airport.

Yes. You heard that right. Bram's parents' house. A simple semi-permanent building consisting of only two bedrooms measuring two by three meters, a small living room, and one more room. Inside there is one corner used for the kitchen, a small bathroom in the other corner, and a loose space with a television and receiver.

A far cry from my state of the art condo, but this will have to do.

By the time Bram told me that he was going to deport me to Bali, you didn't think that he would tell me to hide in the city center, did you?

At first you will think that Bali is not the right place to lay low se-low-nya. At first most of you must have thought like this, "Yes, it's been. Why did Bram send the Troublemaker Owen to Bali? What is even he added to make a riot later there. In Bali, right, there's more to the temptation."

Well, look at that. What would tempt me in a house located in the middle of this rice field?

Now you know that Bram is not to be underestimated.

After the taxi driver took my suitcase out of the trunk and placed it near the entrance, where I was now after finishing touring the interior of the house, I gave the middle-aged man five pieces of money a hundred thousand. From the corner of my eye that was covered by glasses, I could see the expression of the father. His eyes grew for a while before he stepped into his car.

Maybe he thought I was khilaf to give him that much money and chose to rush off before I came to my senses and took the money back.

I could only laugh while shaking my head at his behavior. Since money is no longer a problem for me, I try to always give more to the people who have helped me. Because I remember feeling hungry. I remember how it felt to be desperate. I still know how it feels to have no money. And I'll try to keep those feelings in mind.

I can handle his money problems, though, but I don't think I can protect myself from the impact brought by the popularity of being a Greatest Newcomer Pop Artist in my first year of entertainment.

Fxck. It's only been ten minutes in this house and I've been thinking too deeply.

As always. Bram knows what Bram does. Fucking shit.

I pushed the medium-sized suitcase into the house. After locking the door, I went straight to my room. I sat on a wooden bed with a cotton mattress that would be my place of contention for the next few days.

Owen: I've arrived

It took extra time for my message to be sent to Bram's cell phone number. However, for some reason, shortly afterwards I was able to receive a reply from Bram.

Mobile phone signals don't follow punishing me, deh.

The ferocious Brewok sent several messages at once.

Bram: good

Bram: all equipment has been prepared Bli Gedhe

Bram: it should be in the closet

Bram: in the front bedroom

The place I am now.

I stood up and checked the truth of the info. Justright. In the teak closet that I guessed was a set with a bed, I found a clean towel, a mattress base, and a blanket.

Why is the bed still in here? Why isn't Bli Gedhe the one who just put it in? I subconsciously typed in the complaint that came to my head this minute and sent it to Bram.

Bram: don't belagu lo

Bram: I told you to go there not to relax

Bram: but think

Bram: I accidentally told Bli Gedhe to help you nyiapin all basic needs lo aja

Bram: cuz lo seems to have forgotten where you came from

Bram: until your levity can be another level of gini

Bram: take the challenge

Bram: remember who you were

Bram: clean your brain from toxins that have been caused by the fleas

Bram: if you really want to stay in music anyway

Bram: I'm out

Bram: I'm dealing with an artist who wants to be popular because of the controversy

Bram: they're piece of shxts

Bram: there's that

Bram: I want you to remember who the guy I met four years ago

Bram: I'm sure he's still in there

Bram: and it's my way to get him out again

Bram: you're not this man, dude

Bram: you are not a person who is articulate with a mokondo

Bram: you got talent, man

Bram: let the people enjoy your talent

Bram: I'm serious Owen

Bram: I hope you're serious too

Bram: because if not

Bram: I can already see the destruction of your music career

Bram: because it's all in sight

Bram: so there you go

Bram: prove to yourself that you are the same person

Bram: with a guy who focuses on building his career and music

What the fxck?

Message by message sign in without pause. I did not expect that my complaint about the mattress will bear this much message.

But .. he was right. This version of me got lost in the version of me four years ago. I did not realize that I had let the popularity erode the existence of a man who only focused on his dreams and musical career first little by little until it finally disappeared like now. I was not aware that I had turned towards worse quality even though the number of digits in my bank account said otherwise.

Fxck. Fxck.

No more dot three dancing around on my chat site and Bram. I think he has said everything he wants to say.

Alright. With a unanimous determination, I type a reply message for the manager who has been very meritorious for me and make this message as a promise to myself.

Owen: thanks bro

Owen: I will try my very best to be that person again

Owen: I promise

Immediately the reply message came in again.

Bram: you bet your xss you will

Bram: or you will lose the best manager you can get in this industry

I laughed, again. Damn her.

However, on second thought, it is also true. I think he is the best manager in the business world. Or at least, for me, he is the best.

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