You are the Only One
39. In The End Everything Will Be Fine

Olavia

Feeling sorry for a moment just engulfed themselves. "I'm sorry" I whispered in Angga's neck. Not long after sending that message, I already felt very guilty and sorry. I already knew that I shouldn't do something like that. But what is power. Rice has become porridge.

Now I just have to enjoy it with chicken milk, fried soybeans, celery, fried onions, and broth sauce. Uh, don't forget the green sauce.

Ckcc. Kidding, deng.

When life gives you lemon, you just have to get creative and make lemonade, right?

For the second time today I again slid on Angga's body. The shame that had arisen after realizing what we just—aku, do and had changed with regret, when this appeared again. Especially when I feel discomfort in certain parts.

Oh, my God. I'm really very embarrassed.

"So." Angga's voice shifted my focus. "If I may know, what happened three days ago?"

The topic of Owen was really a good catalyst to remove the shame and desire I felt for Angga. In an instant everything was gone, just like I got an icy water flush. There are no more remnants of the smoldering heat we shared a while ago. "Not too much, but also not to say nothing." I'm sighing. "If it's about you, you know for yourself. Bang Oli also said it a while ago, right? Oleander nyariin you to the point that he whines all day. From yesterday he wanted to see his father. Today Bang Oli finally caught my guard against my stupid attitude, he said so for your info, and pity his nephew. He said that Owen's affair doesn't mean I have to stop our lives either. I can handle it at once with the help of your family and you. Anyway, what Papa meant by focusing on this affair because it concerns Oleander does not mean we have to cancel our marriage. I misunderstood and made the wrong decision."

I saw Angga nodding in. He inevitably agreed a thousand percent with the thought of his best friend. "Yeah" he said in a low voice. "You know you can trust me. You know that you can trust the same power of our love."

I exhaled a long breath, hoping that with him would go beyond the regret that still piled up on the chest. "Yes, Honey. I-i know. I'm sorry."

"It's okay. Let's move on. So then?" He tried to shift the conversation to the right track again.

"So, yeah, that's it. After realizing that what Bang Oli said was true, I followed him here."

"i know's. You are the right one for me." Things that I do not need to express verbally, but there is nothing wrong with also realizing that fact in the form of words. Emilio Addams is the right man for me, home to me and my son. No one else can take his place from our lives.

For me, Fencing Emilio Addams is "it". My Mr's. "It".

Seeing the smile on his lips after hearing my confession made everything, good and bad, happy and sad, that we had gone through to this point feel right. I will be happy to go through these things again if that is what I do to always end up with Angga.

"Then, what about the other business?" Angga. Questions that have haunted him lately. I don't know if Bang Oli has told us what was the result of our discussion yesterday, but something in my heart insists on saying that Bang Oli will not do it. He will not share the story especially that from the beginning of the book belongs to him to be shared.

The question whose answer is too long and actually still I have not found certainty about it. "Yeah, that's it. After a discussion with Papa, who also shared stories with his colleagues, we decided to initiate a meeting with Owen. To monitor what steps he will take next regarding the whereabouts of Oleander. We must also act with caution because of her work and the scandal that is being attached to her name now."

I just want to contain my eyes from rolling at that thought. How grateful I was to quickly realize that being with Owen was not the right thing for me. Otherwise, I can't imagine what will happen. His circumstances would most likely be much worse than this.

Silence is created because I believe Angga is still in the process of digesting all the information I gave him. It was evident from how the area between his two thick eyebrows was wrinkled, as a sign he was concentrating. Or restrain emotions. I can't decide what's right at this point. Shortly after, he opened his mouth again. It seemed like whatever he had just done was done. "You haven't told me how he is to the point of not knowing about Ole's whereabouts. All this time I thought he himself wanted to leave you despite knowing you were carrying his flesh blood inside your stomach." Angga revealed what he was thinking with an expression filled with pain and sadness. The expressions that exist every time we talk about things that he doesn't like or even that he hates so much.

Be. For the umpteenth time I repeated a part of the story I had told Papa and my other family. How my phone was ignored. How did the message I sent finally reply to legal papers from the label attorney who contracted Owen. How angry I was when I signed the consent letter for the silence. How I ignored the DNA-checking request letter and burned it in my bathroom in the apartment. How it all supported my decision to forget the Popstar who used to be bowed for a fairly short period of time.

"What the fxck?!" Angga's response was exactly the same as that of Bang Oli. No wonder their friendship lasted this long.

His fist that now hangs beside the big and burly body. I gently kissed her knuckles before trying to open them. One by one the fingers that felt so masculine were released, until finally no longer forming a fist. I did the same thing with a fist in the left hand of my future husband.

"It's okay." I persuaded Angga. I cupped my hands on both sides of her face, just like she always did to me if she wanted to get her full attention. If he wants to say something and wants me to really listen. This time, I returned the trick to him. Although this position made Angga have to lower his head very low, he did not seem to be bothering about it. "Me and Oleander are okay. We're happy now. Because there is support from my family. Because there are you too. Mostly because there is you. I don't want you to follow your emotions and devote all your energy to this business. Bang Oli and I will do that. I'm just asking you to take care of Oleander. Yea? Later if I'm busy taking care of this and that, I ask you to take care of our son. I don't want him stuck in the middle of this maelstrom if you and I are both busy dealing with Owen. I don't want him to be killed by irresponsible people. So I want someone with great strength and who I know must love him so deeply that protects him. Let me know everything's gonna be okay in the end."

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