Past For Future's

Farewell Hugs

The lighted mirrors illuminated the beautiful face. Even stunned. Sheet by sheet is dexterously trimmed to change the old look. A series of music plays softly accompany human activities that are working on the appearance of the princess Baskara.

The girl smiled satisfied with her look behind the mirror. He is different now. With the hair cut to the shoulder, and a little touch of gold color on the sidelines of the thick black hair. Not without reason, it is consumed myth 'cutting hair is the same as throwing shit.'

The girl smiled as she stepped out of the salon. After several treatments, she is now fresh. For a moment forget the problems of her marriage that somehow flowed.

Brucks

Right now the goal is to finish all his business with massalu. For new people, lately. Oliv put up his earphones when the taxi he ordered started driving his car.

"I don't feel sad or disappointed right now. It was empty, like dead. I don't even know what I'm feeling right now. I wish I could explain everything that happened between me and him. May this love not be deep."

"Front crossing, turn left yes, sir."

"Ready," the driver replied politely.

The car is parked in front of a minimalist cafe that does not leave a luxurious impression. VIP cafe tubs that only certain people can enjoy the menu there.

Oliv took his foot into the cafe, where someone asked him to come to fulfill his promise.

Oliv went looking for someone he wanted to meet. There was only one person in the cafe. He confirmed the position of his bag and then stepped back to the man who was now sitting neatly waiting for his arrival.

"Hi," the man said, Oliv just smiled in response.

Lying if you no longer have a taste. Oliv's heart is still pounding when it comes to dealing with his former fiancee. He crept the tip of his clothes to slightly ease his groggy taste.

"How are you?" ask Marcel gently.

"Fine," replied Oliv briefly. "What did I meet here?" ask again while wailing, the article they are now really just the two.

"This cafe was booked. So I can talk to you." Marcel was tapping his chin.

"Cepet, I don't have much time" Oliv said, glancing at the circular clock on his wrist.

"I didn't bring you here as a couple. Em, errata, ex." Marcel seemed to force his smile. "I brought you here as a brother and sister. So, please. I want to talk to my sister."

"Just be quiet." By the way." Oliv still threw away his face, staring at the other object.

"Look at me, please." please Marcel. Oliv finally looked at the bead in Marcel's eyes which looked sincerely eager to speak seriously to him.

"Cepet. Don't look at me like that anymore. Don't make me weak. Don't be like this for too long if you don't have a solution for our relationship." Oliv endured the turmoil within his mind.

"Don't stretch the time."

"Sorry" said Marcel. "I'm sorry I was too selfish for our relationship. Sorry if I was wrong all this time. I want to talk about this before we get along, Liv. But when you found out about me and you leaving so early, it was torturous, Liv. For that I can't afford to tell you about my identity." Marcel wiped the corner of his eyes that were getting wet.

"And what I'm afraid of is now happening. We parted ways when our wedding day was just a few days away. I'm mrsel, Liv."

"Niesel?" ask Oliv.

"Yes, I'm sorry why I don't"

"Sister, stopp. Don't go on."

"But I'll never regret this love, Liv. I happy. I just felt like being loved by someone was this beautiful. I'm happy to have you anchored to my heart." Marcel held onto Oliv's hands.

"Sister, I-I"

"I know." Marcel cut Oliv's speech. "Marry your family's chosen man, I'm sure he's a good man who deserves you. We're not a match, Liv. I'm sincere." Marcel's words that made Oliv's defense collapse. Her eyes were soaking her cheeks.

"I'm tired, brother. I'm tired!!" Oliv's getting sobbing. Marcel moved to the position now sitting next to Oliv. Without warning, Oliv immediately embraced the man he hated and loved. It feels really painful when two people who love each other must be blocked by a high limit of confidence.

"I'll make sure you're happy with that guy. You have to learn to accept him. He's the best mate God sent you, Liv." Marcel rubbed Oliv's head gently while tucking the small head of Oliv.

"Why did Marcel say that? Marcel's brother knows him?" Oliv let go of his embrace while looking at Marcel question mark.

Marcel shook his head, "I don't know, but I do. And one day you'll know, Liv. You just need time to get to know her." Marcel rubbed Oliv's wet face.

"But, Brother-"

"Married..." Marcel again answered Oliv's anxiety.

"But before I get married, can I ask you something for Marcel?" asked Oliv, who nodded Marcel's head. "Be a father to Boy as a whole, Brother," said Oliv who made Marcel frown.

"You mean?" marcel asked not to understand.

"Marry with Brother Verta. I beg you." Oliv held Marcel's hand.

"Liv, that's not possible." elak Marcel.

"Sister Verta has sacrificed a lot for Brother Marcel, even he forgot his own happiness for Sis Marcel and Boy. Have you never seen how Kak Verta struggle so far to become a single parent for your child? I beg..."

"I don't pant for him, Liv. I've ruined her future, I've made her look one eye, I've disappointed her, even I've accused her of being a cheap woman." Marcel's guilt grew when he remembered what he had done to the mother of his son.

"For that to fix brother's mistake" Oliv said with a smile. "Blessed Brother Verta, love him. She's a sincere woman, she deserves the love of Marcel's sister."

Marcel immediately rubbed his wet face then smiled towards Oliv.

"May Brother hug sister one more time?" he asked while chuckling. Oliv nodded then poured into Marcel's warm embrace. A hug that he will miss in the moments of the process of moving on later.