You are the Only One
29. Relieved

Olavia

I don't know what I should do. I don't know what to behave like. I don't even know what I'm feeling right now.

Everything was mixed together, creating a tornado that ravaged everything; taste, head, and body.

Rasaku.

My head's chirping.

My body's crispy. Broken, but not broken. What I felt inside the "heart" suddenly turned into a real feeling of pain. Which travels to the head. Which spread all over my body to make all my bones ache. Which makes my heart really painful.

It is true people say. Heart disease is the beginning of self-destruction.

Although I don't know for sure if that sentence is relevant to what happened to me, to us right now, I obviously just want to say that.

Just anyone basic. I have contracted the habit of Angga who likes to quote such quotes randomly.

Oh, my God.

Goslings.

I asked him to leave earlier. I did it again.

But how should I? I felt that I would not be able to process my feelings properly if I had to watch him kneel and crumble in front of me simultaneously.

Seeing her fall like that was something worse than even the worst nightmare.

After I heard the clicking sound from the closed door, I was finally able to let go of my true feelings.

I'm rattled.

I regret.

I ... fear.

And first of all, I'm angry.

And the anger that I felt was not directed to Oada Angga. But to Owen and myself.

How dare he come now? After everything he did to me? After what he did when I told him about Ole's whereabouts?

Make no mistake, yes. I never hid the whereabouts of our son from his biological father. A few days after the examination, I decided to contact Owen because I felt he had a right to know about this child. In the end, within this child had flowed blood from him.

Iphone him. Time and time again. Calling is connected for the first few times. Still not getting an answer, I decided to wait. He'll call me back when he sees this call notification. Although he wouldn't do it with pleasure, even if he called me just to say don't call him again, I'm sure he'll call me back.

And it's true. Soon a call from Owen's number came into my phone. With a trembling breath I answered the call. However, unexpectedly unexpected, the one who called turned out to be manager Owen.

Well, talking to the manager is almost the same as talking to the Superstar, right? At least that's what I thought at the time. So, I gave it all to the manager I don't remember anymore. I told you how I was a woman who was a stopover for Owen, but it was a pity when I finally found out about the existence of the souvenirs left by the rising pop artist. The manager listened carefully. He promised to call me back soon.

Yeah, that's exactly what he did. However, it was not in the form of a phone call and a chance to talk directly to Owen. He contacted me by sending letters from the label's lawyer team to me, the woman who is considered trying to memorize money and reap the benefits to become famous by claiming that I am pregnant with the child of an Owen Miller. They indirectly accused me of this by sending me the Non-Disclosure Agreement and files stating that I agreed to do a DNA test on the baby I was carrying.

My heart became disgusted with the disgust of the figure I thought I loved. That is the way for me to erase the feelings left behind easily.

I signed the letter of silence they sent and immediately I sent it back. But I burned other letters. I wouldn't do that to my son. I know who his father is. That's all that's necessary. I was too offended to look at the situation from another point of view.

I continue to live quietly.

I forgive myself. I try to forgive the mistakes others make.

I allowed Angga to re-enter the life which is in fact not my own anymore.

Angga, whom I had realized had never gone from this heart.

Angga, which from the time of iru until now has been the best couple. He became my friend, my rival. He even became a father far more than his biological father to my son.

I love Ole so much. I love him like my own son. Less so he said.

He goes to see Owen for approval so that he can make Oleander his legitimate son in the eyes of state law. He was willing to do that so that the father's name column on Oleander's birth certificate was not as empty as it is now.

Oh, my God. I .... I ....

"Sweetheart?" The sound of the door being knocked and the call from behind it broke the path of the mind.

I immediately wiped away the tears that had already left a trace of pain on the cheek. "Yes, Pa." I'm muttering. I cleared my throat with a throb.

Papa looked into my room with his head out from behind the door. "You up?"

"Yeah" I said softly.

"Papa's in, yeah." Papa di Kalakian stepped in because he already knew the response of his own statement.

The old man sat his body on the edge of the bed, not far from me. "You okay?"

I just put my shoulders down. Okay or not okay I'm not the problem now.

Papa then cleared his throat. "So."

Yeah, Pa. So.

I just looked at my fingers that were busy twisting each other on the thighs.

"Is it true that the man who came was Ole's real father?"

I'm nodding.

"Yeah, Papa thinks so too. They ... look a bit similar." Papa reasoned.

"Not quite, Pa. It's similar. Oleander is the spitting image of his father" I explained.

"Hm" Papa murmured. The middle-aged man who had raised me and given all his best effort to us was sighing. "Do you think now is a good time to tell us everything in full, your parents? Or, you still want to keep it to yourself?"

Well, obviously I don't have any more secrets now. There is no point in withholding information anymore.

Be. Last night I revealed everything to Papa. From A to Z, by not explaining things that are not worth talking about to parents.

And the one word that came up after everything came out was.

Connect ....