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Ghosts of the Past

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Today was exactly a week after the meeting of Oliv and Verta that night. Oliv, who has recently been very difficult to contact, made Marcel in the fog himself. The feeling was already bad, Marcel thought that Oliv had known the carcass he was hiding.

Many times Marcel glanced at the circular clock on his wrist, hoping that his son's teleport reception would end soon. Marcel continued to dissolve in his daydream while poking at his chin. All he had in mind were Oliv, Oliv, and Oliv. There is a lingering feeling in Marcel as Oliv disappears without word.

"The guardian of Boy Cristian please come forward to take the report." This is the second time Boy's guardian has called, but Marcel is busy with his own thoughts.

Verta sighed then pinched Marcel's arm which made the owner grimace "Why?" ask Marcel without a sound.

"Boy Cristian's student guardian can come forward" said the student's guardian for the third time.

Boy standing in front of the blackboard as a sign is the winner of this semester's class. But Boy's face does not display a happy look, he looks moody since the incident a week ago when Marcel chose to pretend not to recognize him.

Marcel walked forward as a sign of being the guardian of Boy Cristian. All the guardians in the room applauded loudly as Marcel walked gallantly to receive the Report Boy.

"Congratulations sir, your son is back to winning first place this semester. Let's give you another applause....."

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"Congratulation Boy," Marcel patted Boy on the shoulder.

"Thanks." Short Boy.

The show is over, but Marcel is still busy with his phone. Boy and Verta who were way ahead, just stared off at Marcel. Boy was really disappointed. Boy and Verta's steps stopped when they heard the loud laughter of the children. Verta circulated her gaze to look for the center that became their laughingstock.

Verta glared then ran over to Marcel who fell down due to colliding with the wall.

"Cel, aren't you papa?" panic Verta.

"I'm not papa sshhhh." Marcel hurriedly stood up while grimacing in pain.

"Oh, let's go slowly." Verta led Marcel painstakingly.

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Marcel slammed the car door strongly.

"Son, you wait outside first huh. Mommy wants to talk to Uncle Cel first." said Verta to Boy.

"OK." replied Boy lazily.

"It's better as soon as you're honest with Oliv, Cel." suggested Verta.

"But where should I start Ta?? I'm afraid Oliv will leave me." Marcel's words were full of emphasis.

Verta smiled thinly "Until next year you will still like this if you do not care to take steps, Cel. Sooner or later Oliv will know everything. So you better talk to Oliv, I'll let you talk." Marcel looked at Verta as he frowned.

"You're serious Ta? But...

"Thanks to you I can raise my family, Cel. I can live a decent life, I can't give back everything you give in material form. For that, let me help you fight for your happiness." Verta smiled.

"But Ta...

Verta put her index finger on Marcel's lips "I can see the love that is starting to grow from your heart, Cel. Your eyes cannot lie. You love Oliv, and you love each other. I'll support you to unite." Verta patted Marcel on the shoulder.

"Thank you, Ta. Thank you, but one thing you need to remember, Ta. Once Oliv and I are together, I won't let you and Boy suffer. I'll always be by your side too." Marcel took Verta's hand into his breaststroke "Thank you for being the best friend of my life. Thank you mother of my son. You're a great woman." Marcel smiled.

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Elsewhere, two women were shopping for their needs at one of the city's large Mega Malls. Not to forget also two body guards who always escort wherever Lady Dirga went.

"Son, in that shop." Oliv pointed to one of the shops.

"Iiii, don't want to. It's Mama's shop."

"No papa dong, it's free." Oliv.

"Just don't want to. Today you want to finish your brother's money that pretentious kecakepan." said Moon.

"Ciileeh. Try it if you can finish. To buy the entire Mall is still a lot left over. Haha."

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"But as a brother, doesn't the Baskara family only have two subsidiaries, right?" ask the Moon in wonder.

"That in this country is only two branches. So do companies abroad not count? hahaha." Oliv feels funny with his sister-in-law who lack knowledge about the wealth of the Baskara family.

"What??? You guys are really crazy rich?" The moon still doesn't believe.

"That's not all, brother. I asked the same, Brother Dirga." Oliv is already fashionably relaxed.

"Request rations??? Hahahahaha.." Oliv's laughter broke out which made the other visitors whisper to Oliv's behavior.

"Srst..." The moon nudged Oliv while in a daze with a face that had been very shy "Oliv, slowly. Shame on many."

"Ehem... Haha sorry." Oliv began to set his breath to calm down.

"Emang Kak Dirga asked him how many rounds?" whispered Oliv got a pinch from the Moon.

"What the hell." The moon is ashamed.

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Oliv's phone vibrated again indicating that he got a call from someone. But instead of answering, Oliv instead changed it into silent mode.

"From that sound on. Pick up who knows what's important." suggested the Moon.

"It doesn't matter, brother." Oliv smiled awkwardly.

"Why do you want to find blessing if you don't get along with it."

"It's not because it's brother. But I'm in a threatened position. I don't know who else is spying on me. Brother Dirga will not give help for me." fret Oliv in heart.

"Not even dumb."

"Eh, yes brother. Yeah, I picked up the phone first." Oliv slightly moved away from the position of the Moon.

"Hello, Liv. Where have you been anyway. If I'm wrong to say dong, don't play say that. You don't think of me what? I'm really worried about you Liv. You're not papa, are you?? You're no longer punished with Dirga, are you??" marcel said at length from across the phone.

"Hello Brother, I'm sorry. I'm fine." replied Oliv while wailing.

"Thank God. But you're healthy, aren't you, Liv?? We meet ya. I'm picking you up this afternoon."

Oliv scrunched his forehead "Sister Marcel kesambet what the hell? We don't meet outside. Brother Marcel to the house." said Oliv in a very slow tone.

"Don't Liv. What about my apartment? someone wants to see you."

"Who?" asked Oliv astonished.

"*You know him. You will know. Yes, it's late afternoon at half-four I'll pick you up, baby."

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Oliv's heart flowered when Marcel called him dear. His feelings were like being made to float by a lover whom he loved very much. Oliv held the phone in his arms. I can't wait to meet Marcel the idol.

Moon sits on one of the benches given by her Mama-in-law's boutique keeper. Of course he is not alone, some women seem to accompany him because he does not want to be invited into the boutique.

"Hi, Moon." said a woman who had just arrived. Suddenly the face of the Moon turned deathly pale, he quickly controlled his breathing.

"You go in first. I want to talk to this" the Moon said to the women who accompanied her.

"Well, Mrs Dirga." obey them.

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The woman clapped her hands while displaying her cynical smile. He circled the chair that the Moon was sitting on.

"Excellent, NYO-NYA-DIR-GA." the woman spelled.

"What do you want." Cynic Moon.

"Sure you know what I want" the woman leaned over slightly to look at the Moon.

The woman clutched the Moon's hand before continuing her remark "WHERE ARE THE STARS!!!!"

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