Past For Future's

Because of Fahmi

It was quite late afternoon, but the two people who were drunk with romance were still reluctant to go home. Both are still cool with the menu they are eating.

Oliv continued to throw his face away, he was too embarrassed to look at Marcel's face. The incident at the boutique really embarrassed him. Oliv still looked down while chewing the food in his mouth.

"Liv.." call Marcel who makes Oliv look at him at a glance.

"What?" Oliv lowered his head and continued eating.

"You like chicken, right?" marcel asked Oliv, who wasn't looking at him, "Would you? it's a big chest."

Uhuk uhuk uhook

Oliv choked on his own food after hearing the words coming out of Marcel's mouth. He hurriedly grabbed a drink and gulped it down to the toilet. I don't know why he thought Marcel was talking about his chest.

Marcel gives Oliv a tissue and is received quickly by Oliv. His cheeks were already burning, embarrassed and condemned his stupidity that even thought of dirty things.

"Kok was coughing, Liv. My man won't want his chicken breast." Marcel shook his head.

"He pretended to bego or indeed insensitive. Fortunately, darling, if I'm not even a touch of his kidney." Oliv grumbled in his heart.

"No need, brother. I'm full." refused Oliv.

"Yes, wait a minute. I'm still eating." Marcel went back to eating.

Oliv tried his best to neutralize his feelings. He grabbed his phone and played it for a while. He wiggled his feet to get rid of his discomfort. As he looked up, his gaze was fixed on the masked man who had just entered the restaurant.

The man was sitting not far from Marcel Oliv, he looked busy with his phone. Oliv's eyes continued to research to ascertain something. As the man returned Oliv's gaze, Oliv immediately looked the other way.

While the masked man who had just caught Oliv's gaze was grinning thinly, very thin. Even the wrinkles in his eyes were not visible at all.

"Fight baby. Fight even if all is for nothing." the man still stared intently at Marcel and Oliv.

Oliv nibbled on his lower lip, a feeling of anxiety still continuing to haunt him. His mind kept wondering, was that man the man who saved him back then? Or maybe the man who spied on her. His mind grew increasingly confused, he did not want the threat of the man who pegged it really happened. Although he is the Princess of the Baskara family, but did not rule out the possibility of it happening, because he did not have a special bodyguard at all.

"Liv..." Marcel took Oliv's hand. Oliv who was surprised from his daydream immediately brushed off Marcel's hand.

"U..Have Brother?" Oliv gasped while glancing at the masked man just sat down. The chair that the man was sitting in looked empty. Suddenly Oliv's fur stood in horror.

"Why the hell?" Marcel followed Oliv's line of sight while frowning.

"No papa, Brother. Yes, we went to the mosque first, Brother. I'm going to enter the Maghrib." Oliv scratched his nape.

"OK." agreed Marcel.

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"Sister Marcel didn't come down?" asked Oliv when he reached the courtyard of the mosque.

"You go first." Marcel smiled awkwardly.

"Yes ayok. It's on the rame loh." insisted Oliv.

"Yes, you go in first. Not good if not husband and wife down together." Marcel reasoned.

"Oh, okay, man. I'm going down first." Oliv takes off the seatbelt and gets out of the car leaving Marcel alone.

Marcel rested his head on the back of the car seat. He closed his eyes while banging his head that felt heavy and then grabbed his hair in frustration.

"How do you talk to Oliv? Our wedding is only a month away."

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"Siaall!!" while carrying the steering wheel.

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After returning home from the Mosque, Marcel decided to take Oliv to his apartment to speak for four eyes. The more days his mind gets more chaotic because of a secret that he has been hiding.

"Cock to the apartment, brother?" oliv protest.

"There's something I want to talk to you about, honey" said Marcel softly.

"Yes, you can talk in the car."

Marcel did not comment on Oliv's words, he grabbed Oliv's right hand and then kissed him long with love.

"You're so careless I can fall in love, brother. Especially if you are sweet as gini." muttered Oliv in heart.

"Here" Marcel stretched out his left hand to hug Oliv, while his right hand he used to drive.

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"Well, do you want to be carried hmm??" Marcel tidied Oliv's hairdo.

"He'em." Oliv nodded.

Marcel carried Oliv's body in his lap which made Oliv surprised. It covers Oliv's face. They looked at each other, a stare so fixed. Now Oliv's hand is also outstretched to wipe the handsome face that will bear the status of her husband. A warm gust hit both of their faces, now their faces were close to each other and,

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They kiss each other softly and full of affection. Not long after, Oliv then hugged Marcel's burly body. Her tears have broken because of haru.

"Darling..." Call Marcel gently.

"I'm happy, brother. I Love you." lirih Oliv while tightening his embrace.

"I Love you too, Olivia Queen Pradigta." Oliv chuckled in Marcel's arms.

"Mr Pradigta, are you happy?" Oliv raised his head.

"It's a habit." said Marcel accompanied by his kekehannya.

"Start, nyebeliii." Oliv pursed his lips.

"I'm so happy, honey. I Love you more. Yeah, we're going down yuk." Marcel carried Oliv's body out of the car.

"Sister, no need. Brother Marcel's leg is hurting again."

"No, you calm down." Marcel continued his steps.

Oliv wrapped his hands around Marcel's neck. He hid his face in the eyes of the lover.

"Oliv?" greet a man who runs into the two of them.

Oliv looked towards the source of the voice. His eyes were round, then he asked Marcel to lower it, but Marcel instead tightened it so that Oliv did not move.

"Eh, Mas Fahmi hehe." Oliv glanced at Marcel's unfriendly face. "We'll excuse you first, Mas." His face began to crimson withhold embarrassment. Marcel immediately continued his steps with a face that had been bent.

Marcel lowered Oliv slowly when he reached the door of the apartment. After meeting with Fahmi, Marcel looked gloomy. Maybe he was jealous.

Oliv just looked down, actually he was happy because finally Marcel was jealous. That means Marcel's love really meant to him. But this was also actually a test for Oliv. He had to persuade the old ABG who was sulking due to the greeting of another man.

"What do you want to drink?" ask Marcel gently.

"Eh??" Oliv was surprised, "Sister Marcel isn't angry?"

"Yes, take it yourself." Marcel was getting closer to Oliv which made Oliv inching backwards.

"Sister...."

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Aaaaaaaaaaa finally after 4 days not up, today can be up 😭

See you next episode guys ' ' ''5