Love In The Hatred
First Kiss

Rossela, a thick-eyed girl with a large, raised mole on her cheek, lives alone in Ontario, Canada. Rossela finished high school on a scholarship. Rosse's parents died a few years ago in a traffic accident.

Cuckoo girls and nerds as soon as people call her. Rose is often the subject of ridicule for students and schoolgirls in school because at the age of 17 years Rosse is still a virgin even, never associated with any man. In a place like this a free relationship without a holy bond marriage is commonplace but, Rosse still firmly holds the stance will only give sanctity to the man who will later become her husband.

No one knows that Rosse secretly likes a man who for three years became his classmate. No, not friends. Only Rosse hopes that one day Mark will greet him. Mark is the most handsome man in school who is always loved by beautiful girls even, it was heard that Mark often spent the night with them. But, why until now only Mark's name is imprinted in the heart.

Just a few days ago Rosse celebrated graduation day at his school. So, today it feels like Rosse wants to linger on the bed. The sound of an ear-splitting bell disrupts Rosse's sleep. The girl who was still in her sleeping pajamas came back wearing glasses and came out to open the door.

"With Miss Rossela?" A courier delivered a package for her. "It's for Miss and please sign here."

Rosse frowned confusedly looking at the red colored box in his hand. "Who are you from?"

"I don't know because I was just assigned to take him to this address." The courier left after getting Rosse's signature.

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It turns out that Rosse gets a fancy invitation from Mark who will throw a party at his private Villa as a celebration of school graduation. Rosse's silver beads sparkled when reading Mark's name as well as his own name written in gold ink there.

"Mark invited me? Is this not wrong? She remembered me? Where does Mark know the address of this house?"

Rosse dancing on the bed. He was as happy as getting a love letter from Mark. Is this a good sign for him? It turns out Mark remembers a little girl like her. Rosse kissed and held the invitation.

Rossela is Rossela. Nothing has changed. Rosse is not good at putting on makeup even, she does not have an evening dress to party.

"On the invitation is not written must wear a dress or special clothes, right?" Rosse stood in front of a large mirror that revealed itself in its entirety. She was already wearing a black knee-length dress and pan shoes in matching colors. Double braided hair and thick glasses have always been his trademark. Moles he can't disguise.

Rosse at the event. Rosse looked in amazement at the magnificent building he had visited for the first time. This villa looks like a palace in a fairy tale country. After paying for the cost of the online vehicle that drove him, he entered a spacious yard that was lined with luxury cars owned by other guests.

Awesome outdoor party. Many people are talking by the pool. Rosse became insecure seeing the beauty of the girls who were there. They all wear evening dresses that show sexy curves that invite the attention of men. While himself? Never mind, Rosse is trying to cheer herself up and enjoy this party.

"Have you come, Rosse?" Olive the prettiest girl in school is approaching Rosse. "So, is the news that I heard true?" Olive smiled then downed her drink.

"About what?" Rosse suddenly became nervous because now, all eyes were on him and Olive. 'They must have laughed at my appearance, ' Rosse's inner self began to guess.

Olivia patted Rosse on the shoulder as if cleaning up the dust stuck there. Then Olive whispered. "Prepare, we have a surprise for you." Olive clapped her hands and suddenly all the lights went out.

Rosse was getting curious and frightened. He could see nothing but the stars scattered in the sky. Not lost his fear, suddenly the spotlight was only on him. He faintly heard footsteps walking towards him. Rosse's body squeezed to see the handsome man he had been looking for standing before him.

"Ma-Mark?" lirih Rosse's. Is this a dream? The dream man smiled at him. Only this time did this black-shirted man approach her even, in front of many people.

Rosse was so flattered. Of the many flowers, only the red rose he likes and this is the first time Rosse received flowers from others.

"What does he mean, Mark? Aren't you the wrong guy?"

"Rosse and red roses in fact, Rosse is prettier than these roses. How can I misidentify people?" Mark smiled and grabbed Rosse's slender waist until he brushed the distance between them.

The eyes are coated with transparent glasses that are increasingly patterned. The scent of masculine perfume that Mark wore ripped into Rosse's nasal cavity. Cold sweat had already begun to wet Rosse's forehead. For three years knowing Mark, only now Rosse is this close to Mark. What the hell's going on? Rosse felt shivering as Mark grabbed his chin.

"What's the matter, Mark?" Rosse stopped talking as Mark's index finger stuck to his lips.

Mark smiled and focused on looking into Rosse's eyes. "I love you, Rosse. You want to be my lover?" Mark really said it.

Is this a dream? Since when did Mark love her? Have they not talked to each other all this time? Did Mark love her in silence as he felt?

"But, Mark ka-but

Mark said Rosse. "You just have to answer it. Want ... or Not?" Mark is very confident because so far no woman has rejected his charm.

"Ak-i-i-"

"You .. or not?" Mark repeated it again.

Rosse semin cold sweat, he did not expect that his love did not clap one hand. Without a second thought Rosse nodded his head. "You." Rosse blushed in shame.

Mark clenched his hands in the air he was happy because Rosse accepted his love later, he pulled the stranglehold of Rosse's neck and fused their lips together. Mark doesn't let Rosse get away from him with the skills he has he's already managed to take Rosse's first kiss.

Rosse rebelled and hit Mark in the chest. But Mark would not let go.

'You have taken my first kiss, Mark, ' Rosse's inner self why he has become weary and no longer rebelled.

'I got you, ' Inner Mark. He blinked one eye at the few people standing behind Rosse.

The sound of applause resuscitated Rosse. She pushed Mark until their kiss came off. Rosse's face reddened, he did not dare to raise his head because he realized that Mark kissed him in public.

Mark embraces Rosse. "From tonight you're mine. So take it easy because no one will dare to mock you." Mark buried a kiss in Rosse's head.

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