Love In The Hatred
The Wounds That Still Exert

Dor's! Dor's! Dor's!

The sound of firing back sounded terrifying in the basement. The bullet released by this black-coated and teary-eyed man never shot a single inch from his aim. Always on target.

"Move a little you'll die!" he said to the man who was trembling in front of him. How not? If Mark wrongly shoots an apple over his head, he will lose his life. It could be that the hot lead will penetrate the head of the person he told to find information about foreign women in the apartment a few days ago.

"You're saying the woman's from Paris?" Mark threw his gun carelessly in the direction then, sitting on his lounge chair.

"Y-yes, Sir! Just a few days ago the girl occupied room no xx. She was named Sela Margin and worked as a secretary at the Diamond company, Mister!"

The man who is still hanging explains in detail. But, it seemed like the information he gave was further enraged by Mark.

Mark was still looking at him sharply, not dissatisfied with the work of this man but, he was angry because it turned out that the girl was Leon who had dared to ignore him, why should always be in contact with Leon? Mark took out another gun on the table and set up his ammunition.

"Is there anything else you want to say about the girl?" mark asked, his voice sounded slow but, enough to make the atmosphere even more gripping.

"Please forgive me, sir! There's nothing I've missed and hidden about the girl!" He squeezed and covered his palms.

Mark grinned and closed his eyes.

Dor!!!

As always, aim for them on target.

Mark took a long step towards another room that housed several pistols and secret sharp weapons. Not just anyone can enter one of the private rooms in his Villa.

His fingers scanned one by one the wine bottles neatly arranged in the closet, took one of the famous brand bottles and permeated the contents on the sofa facing the giant photo figura in the black room.

Mark's eyelids did not blink looking at the photo of the teary-eyed woman in the high school uniform and braided two.

"Stupid! Who do you think you are? How dare you mess with my mind?" his lips. Mark's head was getting dizzy but, he still absorbed the wine.

Ozan comes and snatches the bottle from Mark's grasp. "Ear all this, sir! You should focus on maintaining your health. If you continue like this, your disease will recur again. Remember these drinks can further damage important organs in your body!"

Ozan was like a doctor, among all the people closest to Mark, who understood Mark's condition more. Behind the ferocity of a Mark is hidden a fragile soul.

"What else is broken? My heart is not formed!" Mark stood staggering. "Don't follow me!" He pressed Ozan's shoulder and passed away ignoring Ozan's advice.

Somewhere else.

The cafeteria on the side of the highway became Rossela's destination, he forgot to stoke raw materials in the refrigerator, so that no food can block his stomach.

"A habit that never changes, always hungry in the middle of the night." Rosse pulled the jacket zipped to the neck, not forgetting to wear a hat so that Aunt Jeny did not recognize him. "I miss your poutine, Auntie."

Poutine is a typical Canadian food made from potatoes and grated cheese. Although it already exists in other countries but, for Rossela poutine made by Aunt Jeny is the most delicious.

"I never thought I could come to this place again."

Aunt Jeny was surprised to see the young woman standing in front of her cafe, she undoes her intention of closing the door.

"Just come back tomorrow!" exclaim this thick-bodied woman.

Rossela was still in her place, it felt like she wanted to hug the woman who had helped her a lot.

"Didn't you hear me?" Aunt Jeny approached Rosse, watching her beautiful face. "Why do you see me like that? Look, it's late at night so I have to close this cafe."

"Aunt-Aunt.." - Rosse, her teary eyes could not hide her feelings. Rossela opened her hat.

Aunt Jeny was getting confused, she had never seen this woman but, it seemed like her face was not unfamiliar.

"Aunt Jeny, I miss you!" Rossela cried and hugged Aunt Jeny.

"It's all thanks to Auntie. If Aunt hadn't helped me that night, they would've caught me...."

Rossela trembled considering the events of a few years ago, she was confused as to where to go. Luckily Aunt Jeny prepared a ticket and gave him some money to take to Paris.

"Why did you come back? Has that rich man forgiven you, Rosse?" inquiringly.

Rosse shakes. "Let's know, that guy doesn't recognize my current appearance, Bi. Auntie look, I've removed the mole on my cheek."

"What a pity on you, son! But it's okay, Auntie's happy to see you back more beautiful like this, come in. Auntie will make you your favorite poutine."

"Thank you, Bi...."

These two women huddled until the night got late. Rossela asks Aunt Jeny to keep her new identity a secret. Calling her Sela and pretending that they don't know each other.

Rossela returned to the apartment feeling happy, she was relieved to have met her Aunt Jeny.

Rossela's hand crept on the wall looking for a light switch. "So I left not to turn off the lights," he muttered to himself, Rosse almost fell because his foot stumbled on something on the floor. Rosse clucked and took it.

"What's this?" The dark room blocked his view. Rossela could not see the shape of the cloth she was holding. The smell of liquor was so pronounced on his nose.

The clamps!!!

Suddenly the room became bright, Rossela was surprised to see the man standing in front of her.

"Mark's? Sir, why is it in my apartment?" Rossela threw down Mark's coat she was holding.

Mark did not answer a word, he stepped closer to Rossela.

"Don't come any closer or I'll scream!" threatening Rosse, he retreated until he hit the sofa.

Mark did not care, his eyes increasingly look sharp.

"Speak! You're drunk, aren't you?" Rossela was frightened, the events of a few years ago turned back in the eyes, she wanted to run but Mark pushed her until she sat on the sofa.

"It's so rude, you! I said get out!!!" rosse shouted pointing at the tightly shut door.

Instead of leaving, Mark sat down and crossed-legged on the floor covered in carpet. Without speaking he put his head on Rosse's lap.

Rosse almost cried, he was not out of thought with what Mark was doing now. Rossela trembled to see Mark's face set on her lap.

"My head, dizzy .." said Mark Iirih, he put Rossela's palm over his head. "I'm so dizzy...."

Rossela held her breath, not knowing what to do. His eyes did not stop looking at Mark's black hair.

"It's none of my business! Go to the hospital!" rossela was indifferent and did not care.

"Just a moment. Leave it like this" replied Mark.

"What's wrong with you? You must be drinking too much. Why bother me?"

"My head, dizzy," Mark said again, not caring about Sela's nagging.

Rossela squealed and moved her fingers across Mark's head, giving a small massage there. He accidentally felt a scar on Mark's head.

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