You are the Only One
15. When Angga Meets Owen

Goslings

Of the many places in Bali, I did not expect that this kind of house was the residence of an Owen Miller the Superstar during his escape from paparazzi pursuit.

Hm. However, after a second thought, maybe this is the right step. Maybe because the place is so unexpected that the scandal-hungry zombies have not been able to find this Kxparat until now.

The taxi driver dropped me off at the end of a dead end. There's a little house down there.

I walked down the path towards the simple house by holding my backpack tighter than I should. My nervousness made me find a place to depend. And that rope is the only thing I can find right now.

Although small and very, very, very simpleI feel no more than fifty or sixty square meters, the house whose walls were made of half wood and half concrete looked clean and well maintained. Someone must have taken care of this house long before the Kxparat was here. Aye, right? The one who took care of this house was not that Owen. Aye, right?

Right, guys?

Come on, Angga. Do not mind that, why? Whatan, anyway, lo? Why do you have to think who cleans this house all?

The little pebbles groaned under the sole of my sneakers.

In front of the door that was almost the same height as my height, I inhaled a deep breath first. Looking for the zen inside me and trying to control the turbulent emotions inside my chest.

This is a very, very, very big and important mission. There was no other choice but to carry out this mission successfully. I clenched and opened my fist a few times before knocking on the wooden door.

Geck. Geck. Geck.

That's. Waiting time.

However, I was not made to wait too long. Instantly, the front door opened.

Here we go.

****

Owen

I didn't tell Bram about this meeting. I thought there would also be no point in telling him about things that were unclear. I still don't know what the meeting with this man meant. Last night I tried to guess, taking into account all the possibilities, but I still could not find anything.

I guess I just have to meet him and ask him myself.

After waiting for the arrival of Angga restlessly, I did not expect that when I met the man I would feel even more agitated. Because .. come on. He really did not look suitable for a place as small and as simple as this house. His large body was awkwardly parked on a wooden chair on the front porch.

I think the chair is a bit narrow for him.

Damn.

****

Goslings

Fxck. The chair squeezed my ass.

God fucking.

Hearing that, I could not hide the gratitude I felt. "Fxck, yes. Thank God."

I followed him into the house. My eyes immediately cataloged the things I could see. The potluck furniture. However, one thing that is a point of concern is how clean this house is. "Place looks good. Clean." I can't bear to not comment on that.

I heard him laughing. "Yeah." Owen answered. "Thanks." -."

After walking three steps from the entrance, we faced to the right and knew we were in the other room. "Please sit down" he said again, dropping down on the floor with a plastic carpet patterned with flowers.

For a while I just stood there.

"Why? The floor is clean, really. I was broomsticks earlier."

My eyebrows are raised next door. "Lo who made this house so clean?" I realize my question just sounded very dismissive and out of place, but believe me I didn't mean it that way. I really just want to know. However, somehow that tone out of my mouth made my sentence sound snobbish.

"Work this floor? Yes. I am the one who works. Clean the house and take care of his things? No. This house is cleaned and cared for by its owner." Owen raised his shoulders indifferently. "So, what do you want to sit? I don't remember your attitude being able to sesong this when I was working in Beniqno."

Well. His words clearly ignited my emotions. "Yes, obviously, you idiot! You only sing three times a week there, daeisore until night anyway. How do you know what is around you? Especially when you've ensnared Olavia into your foul mouth trap."

Now it was Owen's turn whose eyebrows were raised next to him.

Fxck. Get yourself together, Angga!

I've talked a lot. I'd better shut up.

With a grunt I put my ass on the floor and sat cross-legged.

Fxck. When was the last time I sat like this?

Then the house was filled with silence. It was completely silent, to the point that I could hear the sound of rice leaves swaying in the wind out there from the open window behind Owen.

God damn's. This is nice. The sound of natural sounds that are mutually unpretentious, a beautiful atmosphere, and the cool air is clean. Maybe later me and Olavia can put a place like this in our honeymoon destination list.

That thought returned my focus to the mission I had to complete. Damn. It was so shameful to be carried away like that. However, I have a lot of thrashing to remove the daei in this chest and head. On my behalf, on behalf of Olavia, and on behalf of Ole. However, no. Even so, I should be able to hold it.

I need to be able to hold myself back better than I was before.

In order to clear my throat and reset my emotions, I cleared my throat. One thing. Although I know I should not say all these things the same Kxparat, but I will not apologize. Because what I said is true. So, there's that. "Gue will marry Olavia."

The Kxparat remained silent.

Okaays. I continued my sentence. "And I want to make Ole my adopted son. So I need your signature."

I saw his forehead crinkling deeply. He reacted like I had just spoken in an alien language. "What do you mean?"

Finally, one piece of paper that I had brought from Jakarta was out of his hiding place in my bag. "Gue needs your signature here." I pointed at the part that Owen needed to sign and placed a pen nearby.

Owen suddenly grabbed the paper from the floor. "What the fxck?!"

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