I HATE (Love) U
Day of Massacre

His feet were walking stumbling through a large, brown door, while his hands held his stomach, hoping to hold the blood that was beginning to seep out.

His body almost collapsed if only no one had been holding him back.

"Dyan!" yell that guy. "What happened to you? Why is it like this?"

"Whisper! Can you treat my wounds first and then ask, Arvin?!" upset Adyan.

The man named Arvin chuckled softly. "That's just a formality Mr. Adyan Abercio. It's possible that if I care about you, then you'll raise my pay."

"Curtain! Don't hope!"

"really cruel."

Adyan squinted his eyes lazily at Arvin's overly dramatic remarks. The man took off his black robe and mask, then threw the origin. Deftly, Arvin's hand received his throw.

"Someone come quickly!" Arvin's screams brought in a burly man wearing a black suit.

"What's up, Mister?" tanyakanya.

"Quick burn this robe and mask. After that, clean up the whole mess that Adyan made, okay?" Arvin handed over the black robe and mask that were in his hands.

"Understand me, Master!"

Nodding for a moment, before finally Arvin went to catch up with the friend who was also his superior.

Arvin's mouth gaped when he saw the condition of the room. The place that was originally neat and clean is now a mess because of Adyan's actions. The man ransacked Arvin's desk. Not to mention the blood flowing from Adyan's body further littered Arvin's room.

"You're making my room a mess, damn it!" Arvin's pinching his temple.

"You're taking too long. Lukaku is getting worse if not treated immediately" Adyan replied.

"Your injuries will get worse if you keep moving" Adyan said. He walked towards Adyan, telling his friend to stay in place. In addition to being a loyal subordinate of the Abercio family, Arvin also doubles as a great doctor. "You're there, let me take care of it. You can only trouble me."

"What did you say?!"

Adyan's words were ignored. Arvin takes a bandage and some medicine, then starts treating Adyan's wounds. First Adyan's stomach, then the two men's temples. Until the wound on his hand.

Not yet Arvin opened the bandage wrapped around his hand, Adyan immediately distanced his hand.

"What's wrong?" asked Arvin confused.

"This is unnecessary."

Arvin raised one of his eyebrows. "Why? We need to change that bandage as soon as possible."

"Say no need! Don't you understand what I'm saying?!" Adyan looked at him sharply.

"Ah, okay. It's up to you." Arvin shrugged both of his shoulders unconcerned. "I'll have the waiter clean this room. You just wait here."

Both of Arvin's feet stepped away towards the door. The man came out leaving Adyan alone.

Adyan raised his bandaged hand very neatly. He still remembered how tender and full-hearted the woman was as her hands were being bandaged.

A small smile was engraved on the perfect face of the man. Slowly he put his lips on his own hand, kissing her while remembering her gentle treatment.

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As the afternoon begins to greet the day, Itta and Luisa board a train to return to their hometown. Their journey is filled with small laughs and exclamations, both stories from Itta and Luisa. They also share happiness because of the victory obtained.

"Look, you weren't hurt yesterday. Then, what's the matter?" Luisa suddenly asked. He pointed a bandage at Itta's hand.

"I accidentally scratched last night."

"Groff?"

"Yes, I'm starving. So, I peeled some apples. Because it's not careful to get scratched," Itta lied.

"really?" Luisa seemed to be in disbelief. "Why is the scratch wound so big?"

"I was, right, drunk too. I was wrong on target when I cut the apple."

"God! So sloppy!"

Itta displays his signature grin.

Speaking of wounds, Itta recalled the black-robed man and put on the mask.

On second thought, Itta should not carelessly help people. If the man turns out to be a criminal, then it means Itta has helped the criminal.

At that time, Itta moved to follow his heart without thinking first. He was a little sorry.

After hours of travel until night came back, they finally arrived.

"that's exhausting!" Luisa stretched her hand muscles. He looked to the side. "Itta, don't you feel tired just sitting there?"

"Tired," Itta replied as she carried her suitcase.

The two women spread their eyes, looking around for the person who came to pick me up. Itta can't wait to meet her family. He could imagine the happiness that radiated in their eyes when he found out that his eldest daughter had won the international debate competition.

A sweet smile was etched on his face.

"Stop smiling. You make the faces of the people around you blush," Luisa said, stopping Itta's smile.

"Me?"

"Yes, who else is it?"

"Why me?"

Luisa clucked bitterly. "Since then you've always been the center of attention. The people around looked in amazement at your beauty. I'm really envious."

"Maybe it's just your feelings. I'm not that pretty."

"You don't remember how many men came and asked for your phone number?"

"Don't exaggerate. The one asking for my number is only about ten people."

"What's? 'Only' ten people? Ten people in half a day is a lot, Itta!"

Whenever Luisa was near Itta, she was like thin dust.

"Ah, that's my brother!" Luisa's index finger was pointing at a handsome man at the other end.

"Go."

"You sure? Your family hasn't picked you up, have they?"

"It's okay. They'll be there soon."

"When you could just go home on your private plane. Why do you bother to take public planes and trains?"

"The plane was only used for Papa's work, not for my personal business."

"As far as you are. Then I'll go home first." Luisa waved her hand, then went to see her sister.

With some distress, Itta dragged her suitcase towards the nearest seat.

His eyes still shimmered, looking for the whereabouts of the Papa or perhaps his personal driver. Unfortunately, it had been almost 30 minutes of waiting, still not finding anyone either. Itta decided to call, but after seven calls, none were answered.

The worry suddenly present rippled into the heart. He squeezed the drinking bottle beside him restlessly.

"Sorry, Miss?"

The voice spontaneously made Itta's face turn to the side. Surprise was seen on his face when he realized the thing that was squeezed was not a bottle of drink, but someone's hand. As fast as lightning he let go of that hand.

"Sorry, sorry!" he was embarrassed while bowing his head.

Itta's cheeks and ears were red. He slipped a pinch of his brown hair, a sign that he was being misbehaved.

The man beside her chuckled slightly, further making Itta hold back the embarrassment.

"Miss is so funny," she cheered.

Itta's face was getting lower. It looks so cute and pretty.

"I-I wasn't intentional."

"It's okay, Miss." The man widened his smile. "My name is Ezi Killian. That Miss?"

Ezi extended her hand, still with her friendly smile.

"I'm Laquitta Grizelle."

"What a good name. May I call her Elle?"

Itta thought for a moment. No one had ever called him by that name. However, the name didn't seem too bad either.

"Yes, please, Mr. Ezi Killian." The beautiful woman returned Ezi's smile.

"Call me Ezi."

"All right."

"Why haven't you come home yet? The night will be late. It's not good if a woman stays here."

"I was waiting for someone to pick me up. You alone?"

Ezi stuck his back to the chair. He breathed for some reason.

"I did it on purpose" he answered. "So you look agitated. What's up?" tanyanya, divert the conversation.

"Let's go, I'm afraid something's happened to my family. Someone should have picked me up." For a moment, Itta thought. "It looks like I should go home now and see what happens."

"Want you to take me?"

"No, thank you. I can go home by myself."

Itta stood up from his place. The woman took a moment's farewell with Ezi, then went to look for a taxi.

His worries are growing. In fact, for no apparent reason the woman felt tightness.

On his way home, Itta unceasingly prayed in his heart. He wants to go home soon, make sure that nothing bad happens.

The taxi stopped in front of a luxury building owned by the Grizelle family. Itta walked quickly towards the big door of her house. For a moment, he stopped walking. The feeling is chaotic, a combination of fear and worry.

He gulped his own saliva. His hand slowly grabbed the doorknob and opened it.

The first sight I saw was the same as usual. However, it feels a little different.

Itta stepped her foot again. Just a few steps, he was made to freeze when he saw one of the bodyguards in his house lying on the floor with blood pouring on the head.

The woman smothered her own mouth. His feet are going backwards. A drop of water just flows through the cheek.

Remembering his parents and his sister, Itta immediately ran to find them. As he ran, Itta saw many more lifeless servants. The fear within him became more and more.

All the nerve cells in his body suddenly malfunctioned. He sits on the floor. The tears are getting bigger.

Itta found her family.

It's succeeding.

Successfully found his family.

It's just ... Papa, Mama and her sister lay full of blood all over the body.

The smell of blood felt very thick. Itta could see the wound on his mother's stomach. It was as if someone stabbed the stomach repeatedly until the victim died. Moreover, his eyeballs were cruelly cut.

Itta's eyes moved towards where her Papa was lying stiff. There was a big hole in his papa's chest. The head of the Papa broke, so the whole contents in his head moved out. Then, Papa's right leg was cut into pieces.

In fact, his sister who was only one year old could not escape this cruelty. The little boy was killed by sticking a sharp knife in his head.

Without needing to be sure, Itta was well aware that his family had claimed lives.

Tightness, pain, anger, and various other negative feelings mixed into one. His gaze became empty. His whole world was destroyed instantly.

At that time ... Itta understands that his perfect life of 22 years has ended today.