Love In The Hatred
Ozan And Vlora

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"Your job is enough, Ozan. Go marry!" Mark exclaimed as they sat on the sofa that was deliberately arranged in such a way on the roofof. Since Mark and Rosella married this place became a favorite place of the family.

Mark deliberately built a luxury house like a palace for Rosella and Marsell their son who was at the age of 7 months. The presence of Rose and Marsel changed the life of Mark who was once an affair, did not know the rules, as long as it became better.

Ozan clasped his cigarette butts into the ashtray, only smiling faintly at the words or commands coming out of Mark's lips several times.

"Do you want to be a bachelor forever?" Mark threw Ozan's lap pillow. The man threw him in any direction.

"Already, Sir. I still want to enjoy my freedom. Where there is no scolding or restraint from a wife who can only sue!" Ozan smiled lightly.

Mark raised his eyebrows. "Who are you insinuating? I still have my freedom!" Mark crossed his chest to see Ozan.

"But I often hear the hostess getting angry, Mark put your shoes in place, Mark your tie is not neat, Mark don't forget lunch, you always like this, you are so and so much more." Ozan mocked and imitated Rosella's voice.

Mark laughed considering Rosella was indeed more thorough than him. Mark enjoyed the moment.

"That's the form of his attention and love, to me Ozan. You yourself know we haven't talked to each other for too long. I want to hear her every day! Sometimes his mouth is like a duck!"

Ozan's eyes puffed up to see Rosella standing in a waistline right behind Mark.

"Indeed, sometimes my head would break hearing that loud voice. It's not just me, I'm sure that if Marsel can talk he'll definitely protest at his mom!"

Mark spoke like a whisper. "Don't marry a chatty woman, if you want me to have a large collection of women. Or do you want me to arrange a meeting with them? If I need to come with you. We approach them one by one. They're beautiful I'm sure you'll like."

Ozan's throat felt dry, his body suddenly stiffened to see Rosella's hand had been raised like he wanted to strangle Mark's neck.

"It seems we do need to refresh the brain and mind, it's been a long time since we've had fun, hasn't it?" mark again.

"Tu-Mister li--

Mark said Ozan.

"Have you no fear. I'll arrange our meeting later!" Mark flicked his hand, then reached into his pocket to get his cell phone. "Which woman do you want?"

Rose could no longer hold back her emotions, she clenched Mark's ears as hard as she could.

"So you want to have fun with other women because you're tired of my duck mouth that can't stop talking?" Rosella's voice was shrill in the middle of the night.

Mark was shocked, the ear that was pulled by force made him stand up. "No, Honey. I-I'm just kidding," Mark grimaced in pain.

Rosella lowered her hand. "Handid? Tell me how many women's collections you have, huh?" Rosella gets angry and hits Mark's arm.

"Not so, Ozan was quick to explain that my wife misunderstood me!" For the first time, Mark had a hand begging for Ozan's help.

"I don't know anything!" kilah Ozan's.

Rosella rolls her pajama arm up to her elbow. "Marsell, what are we doing with your Dedy? I've heard everything. So what else do you want to avoid, my husband?" Rosella's gnashing of teeth started to sound horrible.

Mark did not reply, he grabbed Rose by the neck and kissed her lips. This method is most effective in lowering the emotions of his wife.

After believing that Rosella was calmer, Mark released her.

"I just lured Ozan so he'd be excited again. I'm tired of seeing Ozan every day. If he's married at least he has a wife to take care of. So no need to take care of my life anymore!" Mark is still trying to clear up this misunderstanding.

Rosella turns to see Mark and Ozan.

"You Ozan, quickly marry the woman you hid in your apartment! Don't live too long without status!" exclaiming Rosella. "And you my dear!" Rosella cupped Mark in the face, peeping at his lips. "I'm sure you can't mess around behind my back!"

Ozan grunted annoyedly.

Mark smiled happily, he held Rosella and said. "You are indeed a wife of understanding, let's make a sister for Marsello!"

Rosella laughs. "Basic!" Rose wrapped her hands around Mark's neck, and she was taken back to her room.

Ozan downed the drink again, Rosella's words troubling his mind. Vlora still lives in her apartment. In fact, for months they have lived one roof without any status.

Vlora was like a wife who prepared all the needs of Ozan. Start breakfast, clothes and dinner. But, that does not mean they follow free association like most residents in Canada. Vlora was impressed to keep her distance. Thinking about it made his head even more dizzy. Ozan decided to go back to the apartment.

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At two o'clock in the morning Ozan arrived at his unit, he suspected that if Vlora had slept well, what makes Ozan step foot into Vlora's room.

Whether by chance or habit, it turns out that Vlora did not lock the door of his room, this room is quite dark only filled with small lights on the nightstand.

Ozan felt increasingly dizzy, the effects of wine on his body began to feel, Ozan opened his shirt and threw him off the direction.

His feet slowly approached the bed, and he saw Vlora sleeping soundly without wearing a blanket. Why he was interested and curious about Vlora. In that instant Ozan climbed onto the bed and kissed Vlora on the lips.

The gentle touch that came suddenly disturbed Vlora's sleep, her lips were cold but her nose sniffed the scent of liquor. Vlora was surprised to find that he was not dreaming.

"Mklnlppphhh!!" Vlora opened her eyes, she could not speak, because someone who knew who still kissed and locked her hands. The kiss deepened and felt more demanding, Vlora was almost lulled by it.

"Mmmpp loose!" Vlora's chest up and down, his eyes bulging at the sight of Ozan's face right in front of him, Vlora did not expect Ozan to do this to him.

Ozan's face looks cute, his eyes emit a glint na*su as if he wants to do more to him. As a woman who has been trapped in the sparkling night world, of course, Vlora knows that Ozan wants to do more than this.

"Ozan, what-what are you doing?" ask Vlora lirih.

"I want you, Vlora."

Ozan kissed Vlora's forehead, eyelids, both cheeks, nose and put their lips together again.

Vlora tries to rebel but, Ozan does not want to let go of his hand, he can only resign as Ozan deepens the link of their lips.

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