You are the Only One
42. Enjoy the World

Owen

Is it wrong if I feel proud because I have managed to escape from my place of exile for three days and have not been detected by the Bram? If he had known that I wasn't at his parents' house, he would have been tearing up by now, attacking my phone with his swearing, and threatening to stop taking care of my ass forever.

I'm sure it sounds very dramatic, but what else? That's how I deal with problems.

Not to mention finished about the cheating scandal with the wife of an official who was entangled in a corruption case, this time I was overshadowed by the existence of a biological child that I just knew.

Damn, boys. You sure are some breeds.

And now I'm trying to imagine how my descendants behave and behave. What's-her-name? The ole? The oleander? What's his mother's name? The olavia?

Owen. Olavian. Oleanders. Waw. Our initials are the same. I wondered if Beauty was still thinking about me when she chose a name for her son, uh, our son. Honestly I still cannot wrap my head around the fact that I have a son.

I, Owen Miller, the famous popstar playboy, have a son.

Oh, my fxcking God. What have I done? What am I supposed to do?

Now I just have to wait. I'm sure the family of the beauty is planning something.

That thought made me turn my brain again. If they're planning something, should I plan something too? What should I plan? Who do I have to plan all of this with?

Uh, shxt. This is why I can't get away from Bram. From the beginning he was the only one who took care of all my business so I just knew it was okay. I just want to enjoy my hard work and enjoy the life brought by fame.

I realized just yesterday I felt really guilty about what I had done, but the situation I now face again makes me chaotic. The presence of a child made me quite shaken.

What should I do with that boy?

Remember, his face is very similar to mine. It doesn't take a DNA test to prove that we're a father and son with a very similar likeness to our own.

Memories also bring my thoughts to the Beautiful, how much she adored me once. Damn. At that time he was a spec angel. However, now? Man, now that I've caught a glimpse of her two days ago, before she ran away and disappeared from my sight, the beauty is getting prettier. I didn't think there was such a woman.

In the past, the body already has beautiful curves, but now the curves are getting sharper and fuller. I'm sure it's all my son's work. He who makes the Beautiful becomes more dense and tempting.

Fxck. Lucky that Bxjingan Angga. Hand he can every day enjoy the curvature of his future wife.

But, wait. What did I feel just now? Why does it feel like there is something in this chest?

What the fxck?

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Finally, Mr. Arifin called too. Olavia was willing to meet with me to explain everything. But the beauty will not come alone. She will be accompanied by her brother who is also a friend of the Fucking Angga.

Hm. Where do I remember those details, huh?

Ah, whatever the fxck. I'm sure I'll meet the beauty soon. Nonetheless, I had to find a place that was "clean" first.

The real problem.

Question number one. Where is that clean place? I tried to think hard, check all the files in my brain. Combing through the information one by one there, to find out who has a private place among the people I can trust?

Question number two. Do any of my friends fall into that category? All the contacts I have are people from the entertainment world. Other than Bram, I don't have anyone else that I'm sure could be entrusted with a secret mission. I'm in incognito mode. No one should know about my existence. Or maybe the public will only be able to meet me through video uploads and photos taken before I set in the ground to rot and become a meal of worms and other small creatures. Fxck. That's so fxcking dark.

It doesn't take a third question to conclude that I can't do anything about our meeting place. I just have to entrust everything to them. After all, I'm sure they don't want this to be heard by the public and the media either. From the look of their home, I can say that Mr. Arifin's family is a family that belongs to the zero point one percent group. So, they'll be just as afraid of scandals with people with jobs like mine.

Back to where we met.

I reached out to the cell phone located on a small table located beside the head of the bed. From a simple boarding room in this Madang number I send a message to Mr. Arifin.

Owen: I don't think I'll be able to find the right venue for the meeting, sir

Without greetings, without further ado. Just my style.

Owen: maybe you should just look for him

Ah, ah, ah. It made me remember something.

Owen: in fact, I'm sure you can find one place quickly

Owen: who knows if your future son-in-law would lend his restaurant for a while

Take responsibility, I just ask them to take care of my transportation.

Owen: and I'm sure one of your employees can be my driver of goods for two days sir

Owen: You know I'm in another situation

Owen: I shouldn't be wandering around outside like this

Owen: but what can I do

Owen: if you want to blame someone I can give it to the future son-in-law of the Father

Owen: he's the one who makes things complicated like this

Owen: he could've kept his big mouth shut and what we're dealing with today wouldn't have happened

Owen: I'm right, sir?

Owen: oh yeah. I will share my location now

Owen: but I ask you not to spread this info to anyone

Owen: let alone to the smell of media

Owen: if that happens I'm sure you also already know what the consequences are

Fxck. The messages I sent looked very funny in my eyes. I don't know what money is in my possession so I can send those messages without much consideration. Even so, on second thought, I feel like this because there is nothing, nothing that I feel will backfire for me later. What could strike back? Right now, for this matter, everything seems to be on my side.

I noticed the notification under the message bubble. When delivered turned into read and not a single reply came in, I could not hold the gelak out from inside the chest.

Shxt. At least for this I feel like I've won. Who told me to hide my son's whereabouts from his own father, right? Now they must be getting everything ready.

And me? I just stayed a nice tambourine on this hard mattress until someone picked me up.

Aaah, enjoy the world.

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