Love In The Hatred
I'm Not Containing Your Child

The man in casual clothes walked up to Vlora, standing beside Vlora until Vlora turned her back to Ozan. What are they talking about but, from a distance not too far away he could see the closeness of the unlucky man*n who touched Vlora's hair, the part that made Ozan's blood boil the most was, the, the man pulls the window curtain to block Ozan's vision.

"Who is he? What are they doing there?" Ozan shouted, hitting the air as if venting the anger that had already taken hold of him.

"I've been looking for you all along and worrying about you. But, you're having fun on this godforsaken island! Look, what I'm gonna do later, Vlo!"

Ozan ran down the stairs, ignoring the two bodyguards who called his name, carrying the face of a hunter*h he came out of the inn impatient to quickly finish off the damn man who had hidden Vlora on this remote island.

"You're mine, Vlo! Until whenever you're only mine! This damned place is not your home, your place with me, by my side, in our apartment!"

The white sand left Ozan's footprints, he walked quickly to the inn occupied by Vlora with the man who came from nowhere. Ozan believes Vlora belongs to him, Ozan believes he loves Vlora because seeing Vlora together with other men managed to burn his heart.

"Why haven't I noticed all this time? I'm so comfortable and calm when you're in front of my eyes, Ck. Love, I realized too late!"

Ozan brushed off the sudden bad thoughts, believing he was the only man to ever touch Vlora.

***

Vlora stared at the vast ocean before his eyes, the waves waving as if calling to come play water as before. Unfortunately, Vlora felt tired to decide to rest in his room.

Vlora only wanted calm, silence where no one could see and disturb him. It was not easy for Vlora to forget that night, for three months he tried to get up until slowly his heart began to recover.

"You here, Vlo?" Eric is the man who brought him to this place, their meeting in the cafe at that time had explained their relationship, Erick guaranteed the comfort and safety of Vlora and her mother while at his side.

Vlora turned around as Eric stood beside her. Now, they face each other.

"My most comfortable place" Vlora replied, believing Eric was nothing like the bald man.

"I know, it!" Eric got rid of the white sand that stuck to Vlora's hair. "It's always like this" she smiled. "I have something for you." Eric closes the window and takes Vlora to another room.

***

Luxury and elegant wedding dress attracted the attention of Flora, she felt the pearl grains that almost filled the dress design of the famous designer.

"You like it?" erick asked, he was already sitting on the sofa watching Vlora who was barely blinking.

"The prettiest dress I've ever seen." Vlora lied, even though she had gotten a dress prettier than Ozan.

"Is the invitation over?" Vlora switched the conversation about the dress that made her remember the annoying figure of Ozan.

"Perfect! The invitations, the souvenirs, the promenade, everything is ready. Just waiting for the wedding date." Erick looks happy.

Vlora smiled. "That day will come as we expected."

The conversation of Vlora and Erick came to a halt from hearing the commotion from outside. The voice was not very clear but, Vlora was sure that there was someone calling her name.

Without saying anything more, Erick rushed to find the source of the voice followed by Vlora from behind.

"Vlora! Come outside! I'm coming to get you!" Ozan shouted calling out Vlora's name.

The lack of security made Ozan freely enter without permission from the owner, he turned his head when he heard footsteps down the stairs.

"Where is Vlora?" asked Ozan without further ado, he did not like to see the man who had been with Vlora.

Hearing her name being mentioned, Vlora flinch and let Eric go alone. Vlora put an ear on the end of the stairs.

"Who are you? Is this how you're gonna meet, man?" Eric walked casually putting both hands in his pants pocket.

"My arrival is not for pleasantries. I'm coming to get Vlora! It's enough you've hidden Vlora from me!"

"Hiding Vlora? You got a problem with him?" Erick screeches. "Come well without emotions like this!"

Ozan clenched his hands, momentarily closed his eyes, inhaling trying to neutralize his emotions

"Well, I've been looking for Vlora for three months.Call Vlora now? I have something to straighten out for him!"

"Unfortunately, Vlora doesn't want to meet anyone!" exclaim Eric.

Enough is! Ozan's patience has begun to thin, his left hand clutching Eric's shirt while his right hand is already floating in the air.

"Stop!" vlora shouted, he was already standing on the ground floor right behind Eric, he did not expect to see Ozan again.

"Wm ...." Ozan approaches Vlora, relieved to see Vlora in plain sight, Ozan watches Vlora from head to toe. "Thank God you're okay."

Vlora just stared at him.

"Speak, why shut up? You're not happy to see me?"

Ozan grabs Vlora's hand but, Vlora brushes off his hand.

"Why? I'm taking you home."

"Where?" vlora asked, her countenance still flat with no expression. "Do you know me?"

The spirit that had been stirring collapsed instantly, Ozan felt that the world was now on his body, squeezed and finally fused with the ground.

"You kidding? I'm Ozan, after what we've been through how can you forget me?"

"But the truth is I don't know you. Come out, don't waste our time here!" Vlora pointed at the door that was still wide open.

"You heard, Vlora doesn't know you!" Eric chimed in, then he approached Vlora. "Please leave us, Ozan."

"Shut up!!" jolt Ozan, his face flushed red, his jaw hardened. "You don't interfere!" show it to Eric.

Vlora drops Ozan's hand. "Did you deliberately come looking for trouble with us?" In that instant he also pushed Ozan's back.

Ozan is still digesting Vlora's words, his limp body makes it easier for this woman to take him outside.

"Go away, don't bother me and my future husband!" ketus Vlora's.

"Prospective husband?" Ozan pulls Vlora's wrist. "You can't marry another man. Remember, I took everything from you. You forgot what we did?"

"Ozan, release!"

"Continue saying my name so you can remember that night!" With one free hand, Ozan groped Vlora's stomach. "My seed may have grown in your womb!"

"Shut your mouth, Ozan! Whose seed? I'm not carrying your child!"

Ozan releases Vlora's hand, his hopes shattered to hear that Vlora is not pregnant with her child. If it's like this, Vlora could be more fulfilling.

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