Past For Future's

Is this big?

Oliv continued to grumble while glancing at the circular clock on his wrist. He snorted annoyed because Marcel did not come, even though today they have to do the fitting of the wedding dress. Yes, today is exactly three weeks after their application event was held.

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The sound of a car horn was heard then the car was parked right in front of Oliv. Oliv strode with his arms crossed in his stomach. His face was perfectly bent. He did not say a word as a form of protest.

"Ehem." Marcel cleared his throat but Oliv threw his face out, "You why?" ask Marcel without guilt.

reposeful

Oliv was silent and Marcel did not ask again. Along the way they are only mute to each other, Oliv is preoccupied with his annoyance while Marcel is insensitive.

"Look," asked Marcel as they reached the Boutique. "Liv..." Call again.

Oliv just glanced then came out with a face that was still disappointed. Marcel who felt neglected could only frown in wonder. He got out of the car with a little running step.

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Marcel caught Oliv's body from behind.

"Sister Marcel..." Oliv grunted angrily putting Marcel's hand out of his stomach.

"Here look at me." Marcel brought Oliv's shoulder to face him. Oliv was still in a sulking fashion throwing his face while pursing his lips.

"You're kissed here?" seductive Marcel, Oliv just cheated. "Really?" Marcel grinned and then brought his face closer to Oliv's face.

A warm breath hit the face of Oliv who was still sculpting. He is like a hypnotized person. But at once the daydream was up when Marcel flicked his forehead hard enough.

"Awwww. What the hell brother." Oliv upset.

Marcel brought his lips closer to Oliv's ear, "Lock a sneak in. Go home and stop by KUA. I can't wait to tell you." He bit Oliv's ear with a little frenzy.

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Oliv got an electric shock from Marcel. His body is perfect. Marcel was indeed the most expert in making him foggy. Oliv turned his head back as Marcel turned his head as Marcel went through it. He saw Marcel walking ahead of him while slipping his hand in his pants pocket. Again Oliv sighed while facing the attitude of Marcel who had nothing romantic at all.

"Sweet, sweet if you want something." - Oliv grumbled. "Button cake or hoe that, let it look friendly."

Oliv took a step to cuddle Marcel from behind with a swearing oath that kept coming out from his heart.

"Welcome to Aurora Boutique, Mr. Marcel." greet the boutique employees who have been lined up neatly welcome the arrival of the former company secretary Baskara as well as a friend of the CEO of Baskara Group. "Welcome, Miss Oliv." greet them to Oliv who is walking behind Marcel.

"Where's the room?" marcel asked coldly and didn't want a long pleasantry.

"Let's come with me, Mister, Miss." One of the officers invited the two of them.

They were both taken to the second-floor room which looked very special for VIP customers only. Oliv lowered his head in thanks to the officer who had ushered him in.

Marcel sat on the sofa and leaned his head on Oliv's shoulder. He breathed the aroma of Oliv perfume that always made him sing when he had parted with Oliv at that time. Marcel clasped Oliv's body from the side spoiled.

"Where do you buy perfume, Liv?" asked Marcel who kept mugging Oliv's shoulder.

"I don't know, Dirga's sister who bought it."

"Tomorrow if marriage is not spoiled again same Dirga yes. " Marcel rested his chin on Oliv's shoulder while looking up.

"Keep spoiled by whom?" Oliv did not turn his head, because the position of Marcel's face was very close to his cheek. He felt a warm breath.

"Just like your husband. There will be a plus." Marcel smiled mischievously. "OKay?" stick with jahil.

"How insensitive is her husband?" Oliv let go of Marcel's hand that was holding her. "Not sensitive, not romantic, can not work" he added insinuating.

"You're quipping me?" Marcel raised one of his eyebrows.

"Excuse me, Mister, Miss." a woman's voice mediated the conversation of Oliv and Marcel.

"Merry.." shouted Oliv enthusiastically welcoming the woman with a hug. "How are you? Tau-tau's got a boutique this big."

"Don't be too complimentary, Liv. It's not nothing from the elo family's boutique." Merry releases Oliv's embrace. "By the way, I'm so flattered that I chose my boutique to make clothes for your wedding day."

"OK-okay, so what do you want Mr Marcel to measure first or Oliv?" ask Merry.

"Don't you have a male employee to measure my body?" haughty Marcel.

"Eh, I have a Master, but---"

"Quick Call him." Marcel cutting.

"Well, sir." obediently Merry. "Just a minute." whispered to Oliv.

After a while, Merry brought a male employee who looked more like a female. The gentleman's notch like the woman exceeds the mentleness of a pure woman in general.

Oliv gaping. He held back his laughter after glancing at the face of his lover who had shown a dislike look.

"Include me, this is my officer. His name is Hendri." Merry allowed.

"Ralat yes, my name is Helena." he said as he shook the shawl on his shoulder. "Let's start measuring his clothes, sir" said the woman-like man in a distinctly seductive voice.

With a red face, Marcel finally forced to stand from his seat. He glanced at Oliv who had just smothered his mouth with laughter.

"We measure his hand first, sir." with a very soft touch, Helena aka Hendri was measuring Marcel's body. Although Helena did not do bad things, but still Marcel felt uncomfortable and amused himself.

Just a few minutes the measurement was complete. But Marcel's face was like he wanted to eat people. Now his sharp gaze was fixed on Oliv who was frowned upon without a sound. He was increasingly upset because he felt being bullied all-out by his lover.

"Oliv!!" Marcel called out firmly. "We're home."

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Oliv smiled awkwardly as he realized Marcel's extremely unfriendly gaze.

"But Brother---"

"You go home by yourself."

"Excuse me sir, I'm not meddling. But Miss Oliv and I were talking about our funny experience. Please don't misunderstand." Merry was a little creepy even though Marcel was not looking at him. "Just for a moment, I will measure Miss Oliv's body. Do you want her wedding dress to fit perfectly?"

"Sister..." Oliv approached Marcel and took his hand. "So, sit down first. Bentarrr, pliss. Our marriage is a month away, you know." Oliv.

Marcel simply let out a rough breath and then sat himself down again on the sofa. His right leg was crossed to his left leg with his hand crossed in the abdomen.

"Okay let's start yeah, hehe." Merry began to measure Oliv's body with a slight quiver.

"Buseeeet!" shock Merry. "Not married yet elo's chest is this big Liv??"

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Marcel closed his eyes when he heard those words. Oliv's face was red withstanding shame, he glanced at Marcel who closed his eyes while biting his lower lip.

"Merryyyy. Mouth elo arrrrrrrrggghhh." cried Oliv in heart.

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