Past For Future's

Unpacked (Fatal)

Oliv was in a daze looking for a passing taxi, back and forth he glanced at the clock that was circular in his hand. But he was suddenly startled by the sound of a horn passing in front of him.

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Oliv narrowed his eyes to confirm the face of the driver of the car. He crossed his arms around his chest as the driver lowered the windshield. It was very careless, meeting a foreign man who pretended to care, wanted to scream to drive away so that the man no longer showed his nose.

"Wait moreover? come on!" exclaiming the man who is none other than Echoes.

"Okay!! I told you to leave. Why are you still waiting for me!" upset Oliv with a rising voice.

"Cepet ride, or Mr. Baskara himself will pick you up." threatened Gema while staring at Oliv sharply.

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Oliv closed the car door quite firmly because of his frustration at Echo. The foreign man who was always looking for an opportunity in the leniency was as if he was in control of himself. Oliv again crossed his hands on his chest with lips that had formed a duck beak perfectly.

"Why did your lipstick wear off?" asked Echoes with a focused look on Oliv's lips.

"It's a fuckin' guy, really. Okay, I'll make it hot."

"Emm my lipstick is faded huh? hehe, how are you?" Oliv scratched his nape while grimacing, "Ya Elo must know for herself. I've met my future husband. So yes we miss dong." Oliv smiled with satisfaction when he saw the reaction of the reluctant Echo's face turned towards him. It can be seen that now the face of the Echoes has been flushed like holding back anger.

"Eat him don't mess with me. This is not how long Elo is still mepet mepet Gue." muttered Oliv.

Echoes began to drive his car out of the apartment building area. His jaw hardened after hearing Oliv's speech. It is undeniable that he cannot control his jealousy. All this time he had been desperately looking after Oliv, but Oliv carelessly gave his lips to another man.

The atmosphere of the afternoon road is not too crowded, which makes the Echoes increase the speed of the car. Jealousy burns him alive. He gripped the steering forcefully, occasionally hitting the horn violently.

"Wooy!! slow down, I don't want to die yet!!" shouted Oliv but ignored by the Echoes who increasingly accelerate the pace of his vehicle. "Sister, please slow down!! okay-okay, I'm sorry. Please don't encourage me to die!!" slowly Echoes reduced the rate of his vehicle which made Oliv sigh in relief.

"Now what day?" ask Echoes without looking.

"It's not even day." muttered Oliv, "Sunday, why, then,?"

"Where's Marcel?" ask Echoes again.

"E-em said there was some business outside. Business, why?"

"Job order? ck." Echoes chuckling. "I'll prove it to you that Marcel lied to you." Echoes of thin grin.

"lik?? don't be afraid to know Elo. Brother Marcel will not lie, he said to me directly if he had a sudden business." Oliv crossed his arms back in the stomach.

"Okay, let's prove who really knows. Me or you." Echoes glanced at him with his sly smile.

Oliv just shook his head hearing those Echoes that looked so self-indulgent. He will not be fooled by the Echoes that will only give him a headache.

Echoes parked his car in front of an adjoining mosque and church. A place very famous for its tolerance in this city. Oliv frowned, the article this afternoon had not entered the time of Dzuhur, then why did Gema bring him here.

"Why what?" ask Oliv.

"You see there. Find Marcel. He's in the house of worship." Echoes orders on Oliv.

"Huh? why do you think Marcel is worshiping again? what harm? You want to go to Marcel, right? let Marcel cancel our wedding, right?" Oliv is charged with all charges. " Huh, please, but it'll be worth it. Because Marcel will accept I'm who I am."

"Why is it so hard to compromise with you ha? now come on out, follow me." Echoes out of the car in a hurry. He turns around the car and opens the car door for Oliv.

"What the hell, Elo. I love it." Oliv protested.

Echoes immediately block Oliv's arm and pull him towards one of the houses of worship.

"Woy, my hand hurts. Slow down the road! hiiih, Elo dengerin I don't really, mute lizard!" Omel Oliv to Gema who dragged him like he was carrying a cow.

"What?? why did I go to church? in the court of many people, Elo do not need to neko-neko deh." upset Oliv.

"Okay, here." Echoes pulled Oliv's hand to peek out of the window. "Elo look at that." Echoes point to one who is in the Church.

"Elo not very polite anyway so people, in the court of people again at worship. Why else worry about them. I'm going home, I want to." Oliv was about to leave the Echoes but was prevented.

"Oliv!! just a step away, I will inaugurate you as my wife without your consent!!" it was the echo that made Oliv turn his body around.

"Elo Gaje is so good." Oliv was shaking his lips.

" I have to cepet find a way to get this man off the face of the Earth. From his behavior, it's been a real shame."

"Look at what I showed you." Echoes drew Oliv's hand again and set his gaze on the object he was looking at right now.

Oliv's eyes were perfectly rounded when he saw Marcel linking his fingers with prayers held together with other worshippers. As Oliv's body trembled, he covered his gaping mouth in disbelief. Oliv shook his head to deny what he was currently seeing.

"No way, is that Brother Marcel?" oliv's breathing began to rise and fall as he again confirmed Marcel's whereabouts.

"You need to know the truth before it's too late. I want you to see with your own eyes what Marcel is really hiding from you."

Oliv's tears had gotten away with it so easily, how could Marcel hide something as important as this to him? I don't believe the facts yet. Oliv hoped that right now he was just dreaming.

Shortly after, the congregations seemed to disperse themselves, as if they had ended their worship in this church. Oliv waited for Marcel near the entrance to ask for a more complete explanation from the lover.

"Sister Marcel!!" call Oliv firmly.

Marcel turned his head as he felt his name being called, "Sa-honey? your-you?" nervous Marcel, "We're just sitting there, yuk." Marcel pointed to the bench that was under the tree.

Oliv followed Marcel's steps leading them to a bench under a lush tree. Oliv did not say a word, his tongue seemed unable to string words together.

"Darling, what are you doing here?" marcel asked as they sat down. "What are you riding here for?"

"To the point, you know what I mean here" Oliv said flatly.

"Darling, I can explain all this. You're gonna cry." persuade Marcel.

"Why?" Oliv spoke in a stifled high tone. "You know? this time it's fatal, Marcel Cristian Pradigta..."

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