Love In The Hatred
Noda

Vlora deliberately let the water continue to flow soaking all over his body. Removing all the black memories and experiences in his life. More than a year ago she was sold by her stepfather, employed as a comfort woman however, Vlora tries to keep herself.

Not not tempted just do not want his body touched carelessly by men. The striped-nose men kissed her at will. Luckily, he was in that place only a matter of days, not too long because the riots happened to make the woman who was inandra could escape.

But now, he ended up in the hands of the man who helped him all this time.

The red traces on a part of his body were still not lost as well but, Vlora stopped everything. This silver-eyed woman wore a knit shirt that covered her neck, she only brought a little clothes because she did not want to owe more than Ozan. Yep. It was Ozan who met all his needs.

In front of the tightly shut door of Ozan's room he stood for a moment, staring with eyes as blank as his current heart. This was the last time I was in this place.

"I'm leaving" he said softly and again stepped out of the unit he had been in.

***

How many times did the phone on the nightstand sound. But, Ozan did not care even more curled up on the bed. But the longer the object got more disturbing, still with eyes closed this man stuck out his hand and grabbed it.

"Wait a minute, I'll come!" he answered without seeing the name of the person who contacted him.

"It's noon, I slept that long?" Ozan rubbed his face and remembered what he had done in Vlora's room. Between real and not Ozan smiles and makes him even more excited.

***

A few moments later.

"You're inside, Vlo?" yelled Ozan, the man wearing black t-shirts and jeans was sitting on the sofa staring at the door of Vlora's room that was still closed. Ozan watched the whole room as if it had not been touched at all. At this hour, the woman usually prepares lunch if she is at home.

Ozan got up and knocked on the door. "You sick, Vlo?"

Silent! Ozan was panicking. "I'm in!"

The door was open but, Vlora was not there, so he went in and checked the bathroom.

"You okay, Vlo?"

There was no sign of anyone inside. Ozan turns the doorknob hoping to find Vlora but, nil the bathroom is also empty.

"Where, him?" Ozan ruffled his waist, his mind already drifting everywhere. Vlora never came out without asking her permission. Ozan uncovers a window curtain making sunlight as if through the glass makes the room brighter than before.

Ozan's eyes narrowed at the stain on the bed, even the blanket still looked messy. Ozan quickly grabbed and watched him.

"Damn!" Ozan's hands clutching firmly the blood-stained blanket that had dried up, his blood rippling knowing this reality.

"Brengs*k you, Ozan!!!" Ozan's screams echoed in Vlora's room. "I didn't realize it. No Vlo .. You can't leave!"

Still with a panicked face, he opened Vora's wardrobe. Folds of clothes and some expensive dresses are still tetsankan neat there. Some of the jewelry boxes she had given him were still complete. This made Ozan relieved.

"You're going to the supermarket? You went to the park? Where are you?" Still holding the blanket, he sat on the edge of the bed, the empty side in the corner of the room adding to his panic.

"You're leaving, Vlo? Why isn't your suitcase there?" Ozan grabbed his hair, his face flushed in frustration, he decided to check CCTV.

Ozan's eye beads are not separated from the recording rounds on the monitor screen, making the woman a prime target. Ozan's heart aches and is guilty of seeing Vlora stop in front of his room before pulling a suitcase and getting out of the apartment.

THE PRANG!""

Now, the laptop was smashed into pieces. Ozan grabs the car keys and goes out looking for Vlora.

***

Vlora walked without knowing the direction of the destination, filling his hungry stomach in one of the cafes located on the edge of the highway. Vlora was not a criminal, nor was he a new prisoner out of the holding cell but, he felt quite alien to being outside.

"Vlora?"

Vlora turned her head to see the fashionable-looking middle-aged woman already standing beside him, she stood up and made sure not to look at people wrong.

"Ma-Mama?" lirih Vlora, he stood in front of his mother.

"Where have you been, son? Why not go home?" He hugged Vlora who was still in a daze.

Vlora let go of their embrace. "Whose house? Do I have a home? Is anyone protecting me there?" vlora jolted, her gaze radiating hatred towards the man who had already sold her.

"I'm sorry Mama, Vlo. Mama regrets not being able to prevent papam---

"He's not my papa! He's just a brengs*k guy who married Mama and sold me at will!"

Vlora's shout attracted everyone's attention, including the man in a black shirt sitting not far from his desk.

"Mama's wrong, Mama's really sorry. Mama doesn't know she sold you out. Mama tried to find you but never found you! Go home, Vlo. Don't punish mom like this."

"Mom want me to go home to that guy? Then he just arranges and sells me? Until I don't want to go back to that hell again!"

The man who had been watching his stepmom became convinced that the young woman was his son. The daughter of the woman who married her father. A few years ago, when his father decided to remarry, he left the house without seeing the child of his stepmother. A few months ago after his father died, he returned to pay off all debts left behind and took his stepmother to live with him.

"If you don't want to deal with my papa. Take it easy, he's dead!"

Still sitting on his stool he spoke loudly, now everyone's attention was on them.

Vlora clenched her hand looking at it. "So you're the bald boy!" suddenly shouted.

"Vlora don't talk like that, she's your sister too" said Mama Vlora.

Vlora smiled cynically. "Even though he is dead but, I am not willing to come into contact with the family of even the descendants of that bald man! I'm sure his behavior is the same as that baldy!"

"You can hate my papa. But you also have to remember that I hate your mother. Your presence forces me to get out of the house, face the harshness of the outside world that changed my life!"

Two people who have both been victims of the selfishness of this old man face to face. No one wants to give up, they both feel like they are the most hurt children.

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Jempolin, again hihii. Rey and Oca have been updated in a new book. Thanks