Past For Future's

Wife-to-be

The morning atmosphere was still very gripping. Some people are busy making plans to start their day. Not a few people are still busy struggling with their own dreams.

This morning, Oliv had woken up from his sleep but was reluctant to move on. His eyes are still puffy, last night he spent his time crying over his fate. Free-for-profit? sure is. How else, the rice has become porridge.

Oliv stared at the ceiling of the room while holding his hand to his chest. His mind was empty, yet again he shed tears. He swiftly wiped the tears that came back to drip again and again.

"Is it my decision to marry a man who doesn't love me?" Oliv sighed "Am I an ungodly child because I was fighting for the blessing of my parents?" Oliv clasped both his hands on his face.

"Gue just wants to be happy. But why is it so hard. Why is my love story always so complicated?" oliv growled, squeezing the blanket and biting it.

"This must be because of Genius," Oliv snorted dejectedly "Yes, I have to call Genius now." Oliv grabbed his phone on the nightstand.

"E-mail he's still like the old one, isn't he?" Oliv asked himself "Gue just try. I'm sure my phone was hacked with him. Chat with whoever he's gonna read."

Oliv typed something on his phone and then stopped "Bentar, if I chat Genius while angry, I'm not sure I will survive. I still love myself. Genius more horrified than brother Dirga or Marcel, hiih my goosebumps. Don't don't, Liv. Don't look for it." Oliv threw his original phone on the bed.

"What is the face of Genius now? The handsome? Ugly huh? Or maybe his face is serem?" Oliv shuddered as he shook his head.

"Genius," Oliv still continued to speak for himself.

"Even your real name I don't know. What the hell are you doing, brother Dirga and Papa, closing all identities about you?"

"Whateverb. It was you who made me in my family. Hiih Genius nyebeliii." Oliv nibbled on his pillow as a sign of protest.

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Oliv's phone vibrated a sign that someone was contacting him. He quickly looked for the phone he had thrown.

"Oh, where the hell."

"Hello, sister." Oliv said to Marcel.

"Liv, are you all right?" ask Marcel from there.

"I'm good, brother. How's Marcel?"

"Today I'm quitting the company."

"What?? did you mean that Marcel would resign from Baskara?" shock Oliv.

"Yes Liv, I've considered everything."

"Is this because of last night?" Oliv nibbled on his nails.

"I'm not going to be poor just because I stopped being Dirga's assistant, Liv"

"I don't mean that, brother. But are you sure the same decision is big brother?

"I'm sure Liv. It's time to grow my own business. This is for us later too. Sooner or later you will be my responsibility." said Marcel who made Oliv's cheeks blush.

"I will support Marcel's decision. Good luck, dear."

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The call ended Oliv because he was very excited at this time. Marcel's words made Oliv feel loved. Oliv immediately ran like a child towards the bathroom to refresh himself. Because so happy, Oliv did not focus when running.

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"Aduuuuh," Oliv held his face "This is the wall why here siiiih." upset Oliv then kicked the wall.

"Awwww my wound. Ah, the wall has no manners!!!" Oliv clenched his hand towards the wall "Hiiiiih..."

"Sir Marcelllll... Your future wife is in pain." whined Oliv like crazy.

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"Darling, I went to work first." Pamit Dirga on the Moon is still cluttered in bed.

"Hm."

"Don't sulk anymore." Dirga pinched Moon's nose "Later Mas go home to buyin what?" bargain her.

"Want nothing." after the moon.

"Yes, I said yes. Assalamualaikum." Dirga kissed the Moon's forehead long enough.

"Getishalight."

"Don't forget the fruit, baby. Mas pending cravings until later malem." Dirga blinked one eye.

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The moon rose from her sleep when Dirga had come out of the room. He immediately went to look for a bag with a letter in it.

"Here we go." The moon grabbed the letter then sat down at the dressing table.

"Slow down, set your breath." The moon set its breath before opening the letter.

Dear Moon.

I don't have many words to describe you. All I know is that you are a perfect woman, anyone would be amazed at the beauty that the Moon has.

I'm sure you've ransacked my room yaaa.tuh will be found out if you again miss the same I hehehe. How's the baby doing? Must be good, right? hopefully his pleasantries hehe.

The day I wrote this letter, I determined to give up my love, give up my love, and put a damper on my love, which is you. Blessed, Moon. Use it as a life lesson for the future.

Thank you for being the most beautiful impression of my life and thank you for being my perfect love. I'm a star, I love you today for the last time. I let go of my love when these eyes are closed. Thanks, Bulanku.

^^^Love, Bintang^^^

(Make mass as a life lesson for the future is the reason why this novel is titled "Past For Future" which means massalu for the future.)

The moon rubbed the letter gently and then folded it back. The moon smiled as she held the letter in her arms. Long enough he was stunned until the ringing of his phone rang indicating someone contacted him.

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"Hello mbul," said the Moon

"Hello Lan sabiiitt. So how's afternoon?" say Bayu from there.

"So yeah. 5 O'clock in the afternoon to my house. I can't wait to hug you." Whimper the Moon.

"OK ready. The important thing is that men don't sneremin later. Okay see you bumil. May my son be rich." Bayu chuckles

"Oh, don't be a bully. Kasian if my son is like elo nantik not practice." as long as the Moon.

"Jaelah Lan. It's so cruel elo."

"Yes, don't be late. Bring me sweet martabak whose chocolate melted yes. Oh yes, do not be given milk keep cutting it must be rectangular yes. Keep the same iced tea sweet one deh."

"Oh my goodness Lan. I forget. What was?"

"Inget-inget himself. I'm males talking again."

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The call was terminated unilaterally by the Moon.

***

Baskara Group Company Building

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Marcel knocked on the door and then entered when the person inside invited him in.

"Excuse me, sir."

"What's wrong?" Dirga answered but did not look.

"I just want to hand you this letter, sir." said Marcel politely

"Hmm just put it down." He was busy with his laptop.

"Please read it first, sir."

Dirga finally raised his head and received the letter from Marcel. His forehead wrinkled then he smiled obliquely.

"A letter of resignation?"

"Yes, Sir."

"I always talk to you not to mix up personal and office matters."

"I'm not mixing, sir. It's just that I want to grow my own business." said Marcel.

"Why now?"

"My color will be married, sir. I'll be the backbone of my family someday."

"Who are you going to marry?" ask Dirga cynically.

"Of course Olivia's my future wife, sir."

"Did his family approve of your relationship?"

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Go go go Marcel!!!

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