Twins And Falling In Love
42. Dreams are real

The night was bright as Olivia and Marchel walked hand in hand along the Rue de la Charone in Paris. In the midst of the simplicity of the atmosphere of Paris in the autumn, the two shared a happy smile, how not? Marchel has just expressed her desire to marry the woman of her dreams. Just three hours ago, amid a stretch of brownish grass that had begun to dry up in the Champ de Mars field, Marchel had just proposed to Olivia.

At first they only planned a romantic picnic in the long field that lies behind the Eiffel Tower which became the main icon of Paris. On the picnic mat they relax, enjoy a bottle of wine combined with nuts, dried apricots and cheese. Marchel carried out his carefully arranged plan. Starting with a general chat about the daily life they go through, the world economy began to tease him, he thought, up to the values contained in the classic buildings of Paris feminine around them—ia knew Olivia Sangan liked this one topic. When Olivia is off guard and begins to get carried away on the planned topic, Marchel reaches into her suit pocket to give a sneak peek at the petite woman beside her. With all the courage and desperate efforts of Marchel to cover up her nervousness, she stated the successful sentence of making Olivia's heart melt and flower, she set her desire to always be on Olivia's side, she said, to protect her, to live sharing her happiness with her until death picks them up. Without needing to think and consider the answer, Olivia nagged in agreement within seconds.

Their love had begun to blossom from the beginning of their meeting, about a year ago. Marchel is a Mafia undercover curator who meets Olivia who is a speaker at an international seminar. At first Olivia was only limited to admiring Marchel through her dashing physique, her tall and sturdy posture, the gentleman attitude that accompanied her carrier—oh come on, come on, which woman is not tempted by a handsome man with a one-sided attitude. After chatting more with the man who stole her attention, Olivia began to feel she had found someone who had an intellectual level commensurate with her. It is not easy for him to find someone to gossip about the latest celebrity news but also able to take seriously the topic of Nasa's latest project. Someone who can be invited to joke when there are funny things around but can also discuss in terms of the details that are in a car engine—someone who can be invited to joke at a lot of times, he said, but be able to take it seriously when needed.

Olivia is not the only one who is very impressed with her interlocutor.

Marchel was amazed by the humble attitude of the knowledgeable woman, even though Olivia already holds the title of professor at a very young age, Olivia can treat others with respect without the impression of demeaning and Olivia can refrain from talking about things that make others feel intimidated by her intelligence.

Le Belle Equipe is a French restaurant located in Rue de la Charone. Olivia and Marchel decide to end their romantic evening with a simple dinner at once to celebrate their engagement. As usual, like a man of manners, Marchel opened the door for the newly-official woman to be his fiancee and a servant immediately greeted them enthusiastically. The couple chose to sit by a window by the side of the road to enjoy the authentic atmosphere of the city of Paris they admired.

Both of them enjoyed their leisurely time with an amazing menu of choices that night. The informal event began with a basket of typical French bread selections, accompanied by a carefully selected red wine Marchel had. Ceasar salad order Olivia comes followed by fillet mignon and a plate of sliced virgin meat cooked French style perfectly. After being filled with the main menu, Olivia and Marchel chatted lightly before finally deciding to order dessert which had invited their attention.

It was only a feeling of peace and happiness that the couple felt, however, the two were busy guessing the content of the material from the brown clair they ordered when the calm of the night was broken by the sound of car tires that sounded loud to restaurant visitors.

A black Seat car pulled up dramatically across the small restaurant, attracting the attention of all visitors enjoying their dinner. A second later, the calm atmosphere changed instantly, and for Olivia everything happened so quickly.

Olivia could not see what happened next as Marchel swiftly threw her own body over Olivia's small body, at which point their bodies fell to the cold floor, gunshots were heard immediately. The large glass that had been beside them had now been smashed into pieces and fragments were scattered on the floor around them. Panicked people ran around and shouted, Olivia could feel one of the large glass shards had pierced her palm and shoulder. Marchel still positioned herself on top of Olivia, protecting her women from the indiscriminate shelling and shards of glass still flying around them. All Olivia could do was shut up while praying in her heart for this mass terror to end. While Marchel had forgotten to carry his gun left in the car, he was too carried away to forget about it, nor did he wear a bulletproof vest.

The masked men continued to point their guns into the now-devastated restaurant, they seemed to be planning to exhaust the entire prepared bullet reserve and they did not hesitate to shoot anything moving in front of them.

It was clear in Olivia's eyes how the family of four who had been sitting right next to their table was now lying helplessly on the floor, with their bodies drenched in blood. He turned his gaze to look at his fiancee who was still protecting his body and hysterical cries immediately came out of the woman's mouth.

As soon as it came, the massacre also ended after all the bullets of the savage men's reserves were exhausted. The tragedy lasted three minutes, but for Olivia it was the longest three minutes of her life.

Marchel is still struggling to protect Olivia, using her wide body to squeeze the woman she loves, trying to be a shield from the onslaught of blind bullets striking in multiple directions. The sturdy hand that had originally held his weight was now drooping, he had already drained a lot of blood and after he felt the situation had been a little safe, Marchel immediately rolled himself beside Olivia.

“Chel! you're hurt! Oh my god Marchel! kau—” Exhortation Olivia restrained, she did not care about the pain in her shoulder that was obtained from a glass puncture that successfully penetrated her smooth skin. His attention was completely turned to the condition of Marchel who was now lying limp in front of him, his eyes widened to see several pools of blood emerging from his fiancee's body.

“I'll be fine.” Kill Marchel while laying her body on the floor as she begins to vanish the remnants of the energy she had put into protecting the woman in front of her.

“PLEASE!” Olivia screams hysterically as she realizes the seriousness of what her man is now losing consciousness.

Olivia's eyes were wide open cold sweat began to wet her body, the dream reappeared after several years this dream was never present, but now the dream reappeared. Olivia wept loudly as soon as she recalled how her fiance died at the hands of******* which they said was not only*****, but mafia under the guise of *******.

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