Past For Future's

The proposal?

Oliv kissed Marcel's forehead with melted tears. Long enough Oliv put his lips on Marcel's forehead while rubbing his head. Weight. It feels like I can't face everything. The embedded taste has managed to grow perfectly, but this time it has to be trimmed down. And this time he had to step on the dead of every taste that came back to grow. Stuffy. But he was no longer able to get hurt.

Oliv let go of his kiss, "I love you," he said.

Oliv rubbed Marcel's face affectionately before he was about to leave. Only Oliv had time to turn his body but his hand was held by Marcel who had collided.

Oliv closed his eyes, "Cepet is healed, I want to go home" Oliv said without looking at him.

"I love you too, Liv. I love you more." said Marcel in his weak voice.

"Please my hand. I still have a lot of business." Oliv said as he turned his body towards Marcel but suddenly his hand was pulled firmly by Marcel.

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Oliv collapsed in Marcel's chest. For a second their views met. The rest of the tears that had not dried, now wet the cheeks of Oliv again. He doesn't want to stay in this position. Loving but not having.

"I'm saying goodbye." Oliv rose from Marcel's chest.

"5 minutes, Liv. I just need 5 minutes. Pliiis, let me talk to you." said Marcel.

"There's nothing more to talk about, brother. Maybe we weren't meant to be together. So back again early kayak, you're just me as a sister. The opposite is true." Oliv smiled wryly.

"But that's not what I want, Liv. Please, just give me a chance to fix everything." Marcel forced himself to sit down, with a heavy heart Oliv helped him.

"Nothing needs to be fixed. Everything is already up. Don't force yourself to love me, brother. I assume our relationship was never established, so Brother Marcel can think of me as a sister, like I used to."

"But Liv....,"

"I'm saying goodbye, yeah. Assalamualaikum." Oliv cut Marcel's words.

"I'll propose to you in front of your family, Liv!!!" marcel shouted as Oliv opened the door.

Oliv turned back, "Thinking of your son's fate, Brother. She deserves the love of both her parents."

"If so, live with me and Boy."

Oliv was stunned, his thoughts returning to his parents. With a west heart, Oliv continued his steps without answering Marcel's last words.

"Liv," said Verta.

"Jagain Marcel's sister, yes." Oliv smiled then passed from before Verta.

"Think about your decision, Liv." Verta slightly shouted, but Oliv remained steady to continue his steps.

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While in a Baskara family Mansion, his parents Dirga just arrived from out of town. Moon and Dirga also participated to welcome the return of Papa and Mama.

"Where, Ga?" asked Papa while sitting on the sofa in the family room.

"Oliv has ended it." replied Dirga.

"So where is your brother now?" timpal Mom.

"Check Marcel, it's been an accident." Dirga answered lazily.

"Accident?" They frowned.

"Kok you didn't say the same to me anyway, Mas?" moon Protest.

"Can't you, Ga?" Mama was enthusiastic.

"Yes, because Oliv's chasing was a malem."

They all fell silent to digest the scene. Papa pinched his suddenly dizzy temple, while Mama held his chest with pity.

They all looked over as the sound of someone's greeting sounded. Oliv ran then knelt before the feet of his parents. The sound of his sobs sounded heartbreaking which left everyone touched.

"Mom, Papa. Maafin Oliv." beg Oliv with grief.

Mama and Papa held each other. Then Papa brought Oliv's shoulder to stand up. Staring at the face of Oliv who was already very messy, it was seen that their daughter was injured very deeply.

"Ma, Mum...." Oliv poured into the arms of his parents. That soundless sobbing added to the bitter impression that Oliv was feeling.

Long enough Oliv dissolved in the warm embrace of his parents, until he felt calm.

"Son...," Papa rubbed Oliv's head gently. Mama is still getting late in the sadness her daughter is feeling.

"Oliv kangeeen.... Huwaaa." Oliv's cries grew more and more roared.

"OK-okay, listen to Papa first." Papa Tomi covers his daughter's face, "How are you, baby?" ask Papa softly.

"Oliv is good, Ma Pa." replied Oliv lied, but his eyes showed honesty that he was injured.

"Here sit down, honey." Mama made room for Oliv to sit in the middle of them.

"To... why, Brother?" nervous Oliv.

"Ka...,"

"Son, have you eaten?" Mama cut Dirga's speech.

"Em, not yet, Ma." replied Oliv as he glanced at his older brother.

"What makes you forget to eat, Liv? Is it because of that bengseek guy ha??" dirga's gaze was already very sharp.

"Theirga..." Papa shook his head at Dirga. "Son," Papa patted Oliv's shoulder.

"Yes, Pa."

"We'll eat first." Oliv nodded in agreement.

Days change day to week to week, now Oliv interact less. He prefers to keep himself in the room. There was a feeling that disturbed him. It is more difficult to move on.

Now he was looking at the dark afternoon sky. He touched the window and imagined the face he had always longed for. His eyes began to glaze over again. I don't know how many tears have been shed. He wanted to stop all of this immediately, but his heart was so weak. Deep down, he still wants to love without incurring hate among his family.

"Boy.." - Oliv.

"No, I can't keep believing. I have to step again." Oliv wiped his tears.

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The door was knocked from the outside. Oliv immediately stepped up and opened the door.

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"What's wrong?" ask Oliv to the waiter.

"Under there are guests, Miss. Master asked Miss to come downstairs." said the polite maid.

"okay."

Oliv cleaned his face first to clean the remains of my tears then walked down the stairs.

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His eyes were fixed when he saw a man sitting in a wheelchair smiling at him. Oliv looked at one by one people who were very foreign to him. Now his eyes are on the Mama and Papa who have also stayed on the living room sofa.

Oliv stepped closer to his parents. His feelings suddenly began to be uncomfortable. I am sure there will be a big problem after this.

"Ma, Pa.." Oliv's body shook in front of his parents.

"Sit." Papa ordered without looking at Oliv.

Oliv nodded obediently, his mind starting to grow stifled. His body is getting shaky. Oliv glanced at the strangers in front of him who Oliv believed was the family of the man in the wheelchair.

"The color of Oliv has come, so let us convey the meaning of our arrival here" said one of them.

"Sorry, i... What does this mean?" Oliv grew even more panicked as the servants brought many parcels in.

"Our arrival was none other than to propose to Mr and Mrs Baskara's daughter, Olivia."

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