Love In The Hatred
GATHERINGS

"Why did the flower go away?" Sella panicked to death, she searched all the spaces including the drawer where the money was stored, sure enough there was a lot of money in it. Even so this woman was not tempted in the slightest because for her the flower was more important and priceless.

"It must have been the man who stole it!" Andre plays the index finger on the chin, trying to remember the characteristics of the perpetrator who had made him fooled. Just because of a glass of water, he was negligent and resulted in Rosella experiencing losses.

"Well, why is he after the flower? There are still many more beautiful and fresh flowers." Jassy chimed in.

"Come away! The flower reminds her of someone. Perhaps, he once gave a rose to a lover who had become a special ex in his heart. Or maybe the flower is hers!"

Jesy screeched and threw the car keys that were on the table. "Abroad! Do you also want to be nostalgic for your ex-boyfriend?" His eyes are breaking.

Andre smiled and stroked Jesy's stomach. "No dear .. I don't mean so!" Andre tries to persuade Jesy of the woman he married a few months ago. The intense meeting when she was with and accompanied Rosella at that time raised the seeds of love in the hearts of both. What's more since Mark's departure, Rosella increasingly shut down and finally be alexandre and Jesy ended up in the guarantee.

Rosella is increasingly upset by the two lovebirds who are waiting for the birth of their baby. "Don't equate other people's stories with the flowers I have! Anyhow the flower may be his except...."

Rosella hung up her words, her face already looked more serious than before, she alternately saw Jessy and Andre.

"Except that guy Mark...." Sella covered her own mouth, her legs trembling in light of the man who had long since left.

Jessy embraces and calms Rosella. "Not to be remembered anymore. You've almost recovered like before."

"No Jessy. I think there's something weird here. How can our story be almost the same? The flower reminds us of someone." Rosella brushed Jessy's hand away, and she walked over to Andre.

"Do you see his face? Does that guy look like Mark?"

"No, that guy kind of avoids me. He wears a hat, carries a and-and-a-tanel

Rosella said to Andre. "Wand?Stupid mark! You idiot!" Sella has started to tear up, this time her belief is very strong as at that time she does not believe that Mark is dead.

"Rosella, you're hallucinating again!" Jessy thought Sella was hallucinating like that.

"No Jesy, I'm sure that guy's Mark! We accidentally met on the street, just now." Sella's getting restless.

"OK! Let's just say that guy is Mark! But why didn't he greet you? Has he forgotten you?" Jesy spontaneously said, he just wanted to restore Sella's consciousness.

"I'll find out the answer. I have to find him, I'm sure he's still around!"

Rosella does not care about the voices calling her name, she keeps running in search of the wand man who is believed to be carrying flowers full of her hearty memories.

"No, Mark .. don't go again...."

Rosella kept running to find Mark everywhere, especially the sidewalk on the road where they had accidentally met but she could not find him there. Sella did not care at that time black clouds had filled part of the Canadian sky. Sella kept crossing the street and focused on finding the man.

"You see a man carrying a stick around here, miss?" ask Rosella on the other street. But no one saw it.

"Where are you, Mark?" Sella did not give up, she kept running without knowing the direction of the goal.

***

The man smiled and watched the roses he had taken from the flower shop. No, he didn't take but, buying secretly.

"Silly," he muttered to himself. His memory returned a few months ago.

The hot lead was able to graze his lungs, until the doctor decided to perform surgery through abdominal surgery. The doctor also took action to cut the intestine as much as 5cm. He should be able to recover in less than a month, it took time to heal the scar to dry quickly.

Unexpectedly, his kidneys also suffered severe damage which resulted in his body getting weaker. The family decided to take him abroad and conduct an operation there. Unbeknownst to him, that night also the news of grief had spread all over the place. Of course, the family is responsible, the weak can do nothing.

Her memory is only focused on one woman, Rosella, and exactly one month ago, when her condition had begun to improve, she decided to return to Canada. But unfortunately, the car that took him had a traffic accident.

This accident resulted in his leg and hand being broken, again he had to rest for several months until he could fully recover as before. But, he could no longer endure this longing. Hingg decided to leave secretly without an escort.

"I'm back, but you're married." This man smiled faintly at himself, how embarrassed he had already revealed his heart in the letter. "I should know, you can't love a man like me. Moreover, I can no longer walk. It's okay, I'm dead, aren't I?" She kept touching the roses full of memories.

"I'll be gone for good, we'll end this here." This man walked limped closer to the lake, after being satisfied to look at the rose he was ready to throw and throw to the bottom of the deepest lake. It sinks all the memories in it. However, he had not been able to let go of someone coming and calling his name.

"Mark...!"

DEG!!!

"It's true, you're alive, Mark?"

The voice softly snorted and quivering made his blood rustle warmly, his heart racing faster making him flutter, Mark remained unmoved on the spot, unwilling to turn around to look at the woman who called his name.

"What are you doing, Mark? You want to throw me out of your life?"

Footsteps have begun to sound, sobs sound heartbreaking, Mark sure if the woman has started to approach him. Mark wiped the corner of the eye that had begun to get wet, indeed he was refraining from hugging the woman he so longed for.

Rosella's feelings are indescribable, sad, happy, upset that Mark deliberately avoids her, all become one. Rosella can't stand it anymore, she approaches the man she believes is Mark.

"I miss you, Mark ... I love you." Rosella hugged and clenched from behind, crying and leaning her head on this still-sturdy back. "Don't go again, I need you...."

***

The meeting I dreamed of, is now a reality....

The meeting I was looking for, it wasn't a fantasy....

Masok Pak Haji😅