Past For Future's

Angry Dirga

Bruumm...

"All you ready....??"

"One... Two... Three... Goooo...!!"'s search...!!"

All the race participants started to let go of their horses. They all collided at speed on the road until they threw down the leaves.

"Gue couldn't think of anything else. I want to relax today. To hell with the rules he made. I hate him so much!!" oliv's growl then increased the speed of the motor.

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A car overtakes Oliv's bike and stops in front of him.

"Sound." Oliv grimaced in pain because his leg was hit by his own motorbike.

"Aren't you papa?" anxious a man then picked up Oliv's bike and helped him "Sit down first.

"ih, loose. I can do it myself." Oliv shook the man's hand.

"In the first place, your feet are bleeding."

"Belvin. I'm going to go home. Because of you I lost." Oliv

"Liv..

"Well, I want to go home."

"Your cousin's grave is not dry yet, you may be racing wild. Really don't have your conscience, Liv!"

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Oliv turned to "Sister Marcel speaking of conscience?" Oliv grinned "Emang you have a heart?" new mode begins.

"Oke Liv, okay. Sorry." Marcel relented "I'm sorry I almost messed with you. But I didn't realize Liv, I was drunk."

"Curtain," Oliv just screeched.

"Now we're home." Marcel took Oliv's hand

"I want to ride a motorcycle." Oliv was about to shake off Marcel's hand, but Marcel tightened his grip.

"No. Your legs are hurting, don't be determined." Marcel pulls Oliv's hand but Oliv pulls in the opposite direction.

"No way, huh." Oliv remained ngeyel.

With a swift Marcel carrying Oliv like carrying a sack on his shoulder.

"Aaaaaa... aburin breng!!" Oliv beat Marcel's back.

"*Behold my hand... It's a back or a rock."

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"Diem and sit down. Don't argue." said Marcel with a deadly look.

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Oliv's hair immediately stood up as Marcel's gaze pierced to the bones.

"I'm not sorry about you. Move aside, do not be pretentious to care." replied Oliv who is still loyal to his egoism.

Marcel confronted him with his body.

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"Don't be unruly." cold. Yeah, the city temperature is suddenly cold.

Oliv just silently stared. Inevitably he had to obey Marcel for the sake of his mental safety. He rubbed his wet lips from Marcel. Along the way they were mute to each other. Oliv's still beating heart is not because it makes him groggy. And Marcel, I don't know what's on that guy's mind. Flat, no one can guess.

"Loh loh. How to go to the apartment anyway." muttered Oliv when Marcel turned his car in the apartment.

"You want to get down or sleep here?" marcel asked as Oliv was busy daydreaming.

Oliv turned to "Or do you want to be in Cinderella's rich book?" ask Marcel again. Oliv only shook his head weakly then opened the car door and exited.

"The sweetness is only when asking for a kiss and there is a desire to doang. The rest I have to be sweet. Bummer!" grouse Oliv.

"Look off!" Marcel walked ahead of Oliv.

"I want to go home" said Oliv who made Marcel stop.

"Do you want to go home in such a situation? Isn't your family and servants at the Star House anymore? Who wants to see you?" Marcel stayed without looking back.

"But...

"10 mins. I wait upstairs" Marcel continues his path. Oliv was forced to follow Marcel with a limped path.

"Let's go. My feet hurt and I was left behind. Oliv-oliv, use the show love all elo same him. Now you eat your own love."

"Here I help." Suddenly a man approaches and embraces Oliv to help him walk.

"Eh??" Oliv was surprised reflexively about to release his hand from the man's shoulder.

"Don't let go, it'll fall. I'm not a bad guy. I'm also one of the residents of this apartment." The man kept Oliv from taking his hand off.

"Em, thank you."

"Nothing to thank, hehe."

Oliv just smiled in response to the man who wanted to help him.

"Sit down for a moment." the man sat Oliv in the seat "Gue grab a drink in the car first." said the man, smiling at Oliv. Oliv just nodded in agreement.

"What a hell. Aaaa dimples her cheeks. Very sweet." cried admiration Oliv in the heart.

"But I have to be careful. Who knows, there's another meaning."

"Thank you." Oliv accepted by grinning the horse.

"Oh, yeah. I'll take your foot off first, let's not get infected." the man crouched in front of Oliv with a P3K box in his hand.

"Eh, no need. No papa. I'll take my own medicine."

"Quiet down. I'm afraid of me." The man shook his head while reaching into his pocket.

"It's not...

"This is my identity card. You can call the authorities if I'm a macem-macem. My name is Fahmi." the man handed Oliv a card. Oliv accepted it.

"Eh, sir the police turned out."

"Eh, sorry sir. I don't know if he's a cop" Oliv said politely

"Luck it, don't be so formal. I clean up elo's wounds first."

"Ah, if Marcel came to run me over with this guy, it's like exciting. But impossible hahaha. But I hope he witnesses this let's fire a beard"

With painstaking Police Officer named Fahmi was cleaning and treating Oliv's wounds. Oliv was amazed and amazed by it. Without any disgust at all, the man wiped Oliv's blood with his own hands. And the plausible value is that the man is handsome hihihi.

"Did you like to wear jeans?" fahmi asked breaking the silence.

"Eh, yes sir. I'm more comfortable wearing pants than wearing a skirt."

"Oh yeah, buk." Fahmi chuckles

"Kok 'busy' anyway?" Oliv scrunched his forehead.

"The ordinance elo called me sir. So I call you elo buk." Fahmi chuckles again while treating Oliv's wounds.

"Yes, but right...

"Fahmies. Call me Fahmi."

"Eemmm how about a Fahmi bang?" tawar Oliv

"Call me 'mas' if you want. I'm more comfortable with that."

"Oh, okay with Fahmi." Oliv grinned the horses.

"Oliv...!!" marcel shouted while running. Making Oliv and Fahmi look at him.

"The jealous scene will soon be in." Oliv cheered in heart.

"Oliv, hell!!" marcel said gasping.

"Why what?" Oliv was surprised.

"Dirga. Pimply. Let's kick us into the Mansion!"

"Why is it??" Oliv was worried as he stood up.

"Dirga knew about us that night!!"

"Huh??" Oliv closed his mouth in surprise.

"Now we're there. Or we'll.." Marcel's words hang.

"What is it, brother?" worried Oliv who is afraid that he will be sent to a remote island that his brother had threatened.

"Now we go there first. Don't ask too many questions." Marcel pulls Oliv's hand towards the car.

"Wait." Oliv releases Marcel's hand and then walks towards Fahmi again.

"Fahmi, thank you very much. I say goodbye, see you. Assalamualaikum." pamit Oliv.

"Be careful. The waalaikumsalam." Fahmi smiled broadly displaying the dimples on the left side of his cheeks.

"Oliv don't flirt. Scribbles!!" marcel shouted from the car.

the flashback

"Where is Oliv?" ask Dirga from across the phone.

"We again...

"Gue already knows how Oliv behaves. Cepet elo bring Oliv to my house!!" dirga's voice was already very emotional

"But...

"10 minutes elo not come bring Oliv, I'll send Oliv to the place I once said to elo!" mencam Dirga's

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