Love In The Hatred
Against Desire

Mark sat uneasily without wearing a seatbelt. He used his big hands to pull his hair. Although his head was getting dizzy, however, it was still banged on the thick strir and glass windows.

This situation tortures him greatly. Mark knows he has to be done. As an adult, he knows what to do. Na*su and desire demand to be quickly obeyed but, Mark's heart and brain reject him.

Yep! Mark tried to maintain his awareness, trying to fight the turmoil of the body that tempestuous, unsuccessful or not that surely Mark did not want to make a mistake.

There is no need to use this medicine. Katerine had repeatedly blatantly lured him to touch her, seducing even to the point of warming up once but, Mark still refused outright.

Doesn't make sense, which cat can refuse fish? Which crocodile does not like meat in plain sight? Which man was not tempted by the naked stupor of the body swerving before him?

Yep! Mark is a normal guy. However, he did not want to rashly touch the viper woman instead of his will. If he is tempted, if he can not hold it then, there is no other choice but to end up in the bathroom.

And now, after the presence of a woman named Sella, there is a sense of wanting to touch her just as she felt for Rosella before.

"Akhhhhh!!" screeching Mark grabbed his hair in frustration, the fine veins in his hands and forehead turned blue, Mark could not delay any longer. There are two options, channel it or bleed it.

The car engine was roaring, the hands were still shaking he used to rotate the strir and gas tank. Mark's car had already darted down the highway, through a dark and lonely night. There were only a few vehicles passing through it. This car continues to run slowly and unbalanced, always turning to the right and to the left is not necessarily the direction. He hit the taxi in front of him.

Brak!!!

The two vehicles stopped in the middle of the road, lucky at that time no other cars passed to minimize the consecutive accidents.

"That guy must be drunk, miss!" the taxi driver exclaimed at the driver who was sitting in the back. "Are you okay?"

"No, Sir! Just marginalize the cab," he said.

"That's it. Fortunately it can still be lit. Akhhh the hood must be ruined!" The taxi driver got upset and got out of the taxi.

While the luxury car was still in place, the engine and horn were still beeping, the driver approached and peeked out of the partially broken glass.

"Are you all right, sir?" asked the driver, he saw a man drowning on the steering wheel. "Master, open the door!" He banged on the window but, the man just shook his head and buried his face in the strir.

"Why, Sir? Is there a problem?" Sella got out of the taxi and stood next to the taxi driver.

"It looks like the man fainted, he didn't respond to anything!"

"We need to get him to the hospital, sir!" Sella peeked at the man's condition, her eyes widened when she saw the face facing him.

"March! Open door!" panicking Sella, he banged and tried to forcefully open the car door.

"Miss knows this guy?" This middle-aged man could not see his face clearly.

"Yes, we have to open this door!" Sella took a pretty big rock. "I'm gonna break this glass, Mark! You move!"

Mark looked at Sella's face. "Go .." - Mark, he straightened his back and accidentally pressed the automatic button to make the thick glass open wide.

"You sick? Your face is so pale. Go to the hospital!" Sella.

Mark grabbed her hair, he didn't say a word. Adjacent to Sella further tormented herself.

"Go away.." said Mark again.

"You are so stubborn!" Sella opened the car door. "out! Let us take you to the hospital!"

Mark was still sitting staring at me. "Don't, don't take me to the hospital. I don't want to .. You can't take me there."

"Where should I take you?" Sella's getting confused. "Where's your phone!"

"Don't joke, Mark!" Sella pulls and forcibly removes Mark, with the driver helping her move him to the side.

"Don't go to the hospital ..." she said again.

Sella hastily takes over the wheel, he gives a few dollars in compensation for a taxi that is no longer smooth.

Sella has started running Mark's car, she is confused where to go, because she does not know where the new Mark family lives.

"Where should I take you?" Sella glanced at Mark, the man remained silent and banged his head on the dashboard of the car.

Sella doesn't know what happened to this man, she has no choice but to take Mark to her villa.

***

Nothing has changed, this villa is still the same as it used to be. Sella was shaking when she asked two Villa guards to take Mark inside.

"Can I call a doctor?" sella asked, anxious to see Mark almost losing consciousness, the man was seen lying helplessly on the sofa.

"Here you go" said Mark. "Don't call the doctor" Mark told Villa's guards. They obey and leave Mark alone with this beautiful woman.

Sella gulped, her whole body coldly recalling the terrible experience. In this place Mark had almost abused her, in this place he hit Mark and then fled.

While Mark is still not careless, it feels like he wants to hold and kiss Sella. Yes, the medicine is still working and controlling his body.

"Where are you going?" sella asked as Mark stood staggering.

"Shortly wait here." Mark limped into another room on the ground floor.

In the bathroom he took off his clothes and flushed his body using cold water. Not only that, he banged his forehead on the wall until it bled.

"It's better this way" Mark murmured, he resisted the urge not to touch Sella.

***

Sella didn't know what to do, the Villa guard wouldn't let her go. He was finally caught up in this sacred place. Sella still does not understand why Mark does not want to be taken to the hospital even though, it is clear that the man withstood tremendous pain.

The events of a few years ago occurred again, Sella was as strong as possible to throw away the memory so that Mark did not suspect her.

A few minutes later, Mark appeared with a fresher face, sitting in front of Sella.

"Are you okay?" ask Sella.

The man wearing the black shirt and knee-length jeans nodded and smiled ."Thank you for helping me" Mark replied.

"Ah, yes ..that's your forehead, why?" Sella pointed at her own forehead. "Bloody," he added.

"Small injuries only. May I ask you something, Miss Sella?" Mark has a serious face.

"What's that?"

"Where do you know the address of this villa?" mark asked, he thought and remembered never giving this address to Sella. But, why did Sella bring him here?

Glacier!!! Rossela fell silent.