Love In The Hatred
Marrying

After months of seclusion on the island made Vlora feel alien to the crowd. As of this moment Ozan deliberately brought it to the largest shopping center in the city. Ozan even had a few bodyguards bring his groceries.

"This prayer is too much." Vlora pointed at some of her grocery bags. What he had wanted so far had now been obtained. In fact, the baby's needs are complete.

"But baby, you're too cool to buy kitchen needs and maternity clothes, until you forget to choose diamonds."

Ozan takes Vlora to a famous jewelry place that is a subscription to Rosella.

"I don't need that, the diamonds from you are still intact and stored in the closet. We better go home, yeah."

Vlora is increasingly uncomfortable being the center of attention of people there. The arrival of Ozan and several men in black clothes carrying groceries attracted the attention of shop visitors. They whispered and envied Vlora.

"The woman was lucky, yeah."

"When I get a guy like that young businessman."

"It's like I've seen that woman, but where is it?"

Vlora chose earplugs.

"You're uncomfortable because there are them?" Ozan looked around filled with women.

"How you doing, again? This is a public place" murmured Vlora.

Ozan easily sterilizes the place from the crowd, then has Vlora choose any jewelry he likes.

"I want this one." Vlora pointed to the diamond ring that he thought was simple.

The shopkeeper gave it to him. "This, Miss. It seems to fit perfectly on Miss's finger."

"May I try?"

"Please."

Vlora smiled and put the ring on her ring finger. "It's so pretty" said Vlora, he glanced at Ozan who was focused on typing something on his phone. Then Vlora saw the diamond dealer again. "How much? A ring this small is definitely not expensive, is it?" whispered.

The shopkeeper smiled and showed me the diamond certificate that Vlora was wearing.

"Not wrong?" Vlora's eye seeds were almost out looking at the fantastic numbers written there. He tried hard to hold the saliva and spoke stammer. "I-I think this doesn't suit me."

Vlora removed the ring from her ring finger but, had not had time for the ring to be released his hand was already held Ozan.

"Why removable?" asked Ozan, he looked at Vlora's finger. "Pretty."

"I don't like it." Vlora had to lie.

"But I like it" Ozan replied, actually from then on without Vlora's knowledge, he noticed that Vlora looked happy wearing this ring. "Just use it." Ozan also completed the payment.

"Thank you," said Vlora blushed in embarrassment, he really felt treated like a very valuable woman to Ozan.

"Whatever a special woman is!" ozan whispered and kissed the top of Vlora's head.

The shopkeeper was made to tremble to see Ozan's treatment of his woman. Lucky for this woman he thought.

***

A few days later.

The blessing of Ozan and Vlora's marriage witnessed by several nuclear families, including Mama Vlora. Ozan's parents have long since passed away. Only Mark and Rosella came to the building. Ozan, a teenager who lives aimlessly on the street, accidentally meets Mark. Since then he has only devoted his life faithfully to Mark and now after Mark married and lived happily, Ozan went on to marry Vlora the future mother of his son.

Mama Vlora follows Eric on his honeymoon in another country. Mark and Rosella return to their palace.

The bulletproof luxury car the driver was driving joined by other motorists on the highway. The driver was focused on driving his car, the sophistication and completeness of the car made the driver could not hear or see Ozan and Vlora who were sitting in the back seat.

They come home with new happiness and hope.

"Ozan, where are we going?" vlora asked after the car had turned its course and passed a very foreign road for her. In fact, there were no other cars there.

Ozan, who was staring and stroking Vlora's stomach, turned to him "to our house. Where it's just me and my wife in it."

"Why not go back to the apartment?" Vlora is increasingly confused because during this time Ozan never discussed their new residence.

"It's not safe for you, Vlo. Moreover, I can't keep an eye on you all day so I thought, it's better that we live in an environment that can't be reached by anyone."

"You're overreacting. Who would want to hurt me? In fact, our marriage was held in a closed manner. Is there something you're hiding from me?" looking at Vlora, he clasped Ozan's hand that was still stroking his stomach.

"Nothing, I'm just on my guard. You know what my life was like in the past. I'm afraid one of my enemies is hurting you. So, that's why I brought you here." Ozan kisses Vlora's cheek. "I just want to live in peace with you."

Vlora kisses Ozan's hand. "I too, I want to rule your heart, to give birth and take care of your child."

"Don't worry, everything will go as we expected." Ozan hugged Vlora.

The car had already entered Ozan's private mansion grounds. This place was heavily guarded and no one could enter without his permission.

"We're gonna stay here? It looks like this place is quieter than the island" Vlora said after Ozan opened the car door for her.

"You mind Mrs Ozan?" Ozan holds Vlora and takes her in through the towering door.

"You're just gonna surprise me." Vlora wrapped her hands around Ozan's neck. "This place is huge. I'm just like your prisoner."

"If necessary I will tie you up! So you can't leave" joked Ozan.

Vlora hits Ozan's chest. "That's not funny, Ozan. Don't scare me."

"Let's go, so you can't run away from me anymore!"

Vlora clucked and shook his head, which is why he was worried that Ozan would do that to him.

***

Elsewhere, a new woman is out of the rehab center. It was enough for him to be confined in this place, he had already felt a deep sense of loss and it was time to take what should have been his.

"It's nice to see you again, please come in, Miss!" the man dressed in black opened the car door for her.

"Thank you, thank God you're alive!" answer before getting in the car.

"Take me to my brother's grave!" he told the driver who was sitting on the steering wheel.

"To the grave?"

"Yes, I haven't visited him in a long time."

"Good, Miss." The driver drove the car to the family's private funeral.

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