Love In The Hatred
Warm Hugs

"Where are you going?" Mama Mark grabs Rosella's hand, preventing the woman from leaving her home.

Mark was silent and shrugged when Rosella saw him.

"Master from anywhere to get wet like this." Ozan just came and caught Mark climbing the stairs to the second floor. These two men stepped in without saying another word.

Rosella ditches to see Mark leave. It could be that the man left her in this awkward state. Rosella is confused as to how to deal with Mama Mark. Would this middle-aged woman who still looked beautiful and fit would dispel him disrespectfully?

"It's soon night so I have to go home" Rose replied fearfully.

"You want to go home wet like this? It's still raining outside anyway. Just wait a minute."

Mama Mark embraced Rosella, her face already looking more gracious adorned with a small smile at the corner of her lips.

Rosella glanced at the taut fingers that were stuck on her shoulders. "But Madam, everyone is waiting for me at home."

"Why call the lady? Leave it to me. Now you have to change your clothes."

Rosella could not dodge anymore, she resigned to where this woman took her. This house looks like a palace, how many doors it passes through. In fact, it was hard for him to guess which room Mark was next to.

"Come in!" Mama Mark opened the door to the largest room in the house. Two young servants approached him.

Rosella was confused. "Why am I brought here? I mean isn't it rude to go into someone else's room?" Rosella spoke as she clutched her increasingly cold body.

"This room does not belong to anyone else. But, you're the owner of this room?" mama Mark replied, he ordered the waiter to accompany and take care of all Rosella's needs.

"Mine, Mistress?" Rosella doesn't understand.

"Let's talk again, before you get cold it's best to change your clothes."

Mama Mark is back on the ground floor.

"Let's let us help you, take a bath with the warm water we've prepared for Miss." The waiter took Rosella into the camp.

Rosella was amazed to see the interior design of this luxurious room. All the furniture also looks the same as those in luxury hotels in general. In fact, some of them looked more luxurious than they had ever seen.

The servants have prepared a night dress for Rosella complete with all the accessories as the hostess has ordered. Rosella was finishing her bathing ritual, while these two servants were faithfully waiting in front of the bathroom door.

Moments later, the black dress that dangled until her ankles had wrapped her slender body, Rosella looked more graceful with a bun hairstyle complete with bead ornaments on it. It's been almost an hour he's been in the room but, until now Mark hasn't shown up either.

***

"You done yet?" Mama Mark welcomed Rosella when the young woman set foot on the ground floor. "You're so beautiful, it's not wrong that Mark loved you and chose you." He invited Rosella to sit in the living room.

Rosella smiles awkwardly when the man she believes Mark's father is already there. Rosella sits next to Mama Mark, opposite Papa Mark.

Rosella's feelings are inexplicable but, she begins to be relieved as it turns out that both of Mark's parents received her presence. In fact, his hand was still tightly clasped.

"We are sorry that your selfishness has caused injury to your heart and also to our son" Mama Mark said.

"Mr and Madam are not wrong. It's all part of destiny that we have to go through and most importantly now there's no more misunderstanding between us."

Papa Mark who rarely smiles now actually smiles and even shows a row of white teeth.

"Mark is very lucky to have you who still love and wait for Mark when, a few months ago the news of his death has spread. We deliberately did that so that people with bad intentions and targeting Mark's life could not trace his whereabouts. But, yeah .. That's not all. It turned out that Katerine was tricked into having a relationship with several men at the time."

"We've called off their engagement and cut off any relationship with Mark. So, we really hope Mark can live better with the woman he loves. We're sure you're the one."

Mama Mark wiped away the tears that suddenly fell down her cheeks, she was so moved to hear her husband talk at such length. Though all this time the man was impressed firmly and ironically speaking. Mama Mark is grateful her husband can also receive Rosella well in this house.

"Trust, Sir. I love Mark too. What he has wanted in the past will not fade my love. For me now, being able to sit and be between the two of you is a real happiness. My parents have long since died. Tonight for the first time in a long time I feel the warmth in the family."

Mat Rosella has started to tear up, although all this time she has been living better but, still she misses the embrace of a mother.

"Have not cried, from today you can consider us as family. Call me mama." Mama Mark wiped away Sella's tears and hugged and stroked Rosella's back like her own.

Not to stop crying, Rosella's tears just spill to wet Mama Mark's clothes. In addition to Jeny's aunt who died a few months ago, Mama Mark is the second woman to give her a warm embrace of a Mother.

***

"How's that woman doing, Ozan?" Mark stood in the doorway of the room, looking up at Ozan standing behind him .

"The woman is fine, sir. He was very grateful that Master had freed him from that place. So that he will not be auctioned off" replied Ozan.

Mark smiled cynically. "No. Not because of me. It's all because of you, Ozan. Tell the woman not to be afraid of facing anything anymore. The women that night were able to move on with their lives. I hope they can live better than ever." Mark limped and held tightly to the stick in his hand.

Ozan shuts the door and escorts Mark who does not want to be led.

"Master," call Ozan in doubt.

"Hmm." Mark cleared his throat and kept going.

"The woman wants to meet the Master."

Mark's steps stopped. "He knows I'm alive?"

"He overheard our conversation on the telephone a few days ago" Ozan replied.

Mark took a deep breath. "Tell him I'll be married soon." Mark went back down the stairs.