Love In The Hatred
Waiting Time

"I'm coming, brother." The woman who covered her body with this black coat placed a flower on top of Niko's navel. The brother who died in the hands of his own future husband. Since the incident was not only Niko who was killed, Katerine's heart and soul felt along with him. Because Katerine lost two people she loved very much.

If Niko moved to another world, then another case with Mark who chose to move out of his heart. Everything changes after Mark's parents break up and after Mark makes a public appearance with Rosella.

Katerine's eyes had begun to get wet behind the black glasses that adorned her face, looking at the tomb that had not been visited for a long time. In fact, his voice trembled as he spoke.

"Sister's fine in there. Calm down, I will continue what you left here. I promise you big brother will get the respect of those who have ruined our dreams."

Kate opened her glasses, felt the gravestone that read Niko's name, tears fell down the headstone and grew a grudge in her heart.

From a short distance away, a man comes carrying a black umbrella and protects Kate under the umbrella he holds.

"That's enough, Miss. It's getting darker. We'd better go home now" Devano, one of the witnesses who escaped that night.

Kate took a long breath. "You've gathered information about them? I can't wait to finish them off." Kate clenched her hands, furious at the face of Mark and Ozan.

"We'll talk later, Miss." Devano gives way to Katerine.

"Don't let you disappoint me!"

Eventually Katerine leaves Niko's grave. Went away with a promise of revenge.

***

The hideout headquarters of some of Niko's men are quite far from the residential area. No one managed to sniff their existence including the police though. Their numbers were not too many but, a grudge in the heart was able to burn the target with just a single action. It's just that they picked the right time to do that.

Katerine sat looking at the screen displaying some happy photos of Mark, Rosella and their young son.

"It looks like Mark is taking great care of the people around him. Seen from a few moments where the bodyguards surrounded them, Miss. There's little chance we can interrupt them" Devno said.

Katerine certainly understands how sneaky Mark is. The man looks calm and unreadable but, once acted successfully paralyzes the opponent including killing Niko.

"What about Ozan?" ask Kate while exhaling the cigarette smoke.

The screen alternated showing the faces of Ozan and a woman when they were at the center of the shopping.

"I've been investigating this woman. She's Mr. Niko's night woman Vlora who got away that night."

"Vlora? Ladies night?" Katerine smiled cynically. "Interestingly, the man made the night woman his mistress. In fact, they seem happy but dear, I alone will obliterate their happiness. Gather any information about Ozan and the woman. Stay calm and let me act!"

Katerine pinched the cigarette butt into the ashtray and returned to her room.

***

Mornings

The bed that was originally neat and filled with sprinkles of rose petals became a mess due to the hot night of Ozan and Vlora. Even though Vlora was pregnant young, Ozan still did it with care and his estates.

"Ozan, how long were you keeping me here?" ask Vlora when she just came out of the bathroom.

Ozan, who was lounging on the bed, answered without opening his eyes. "After our child is born, you can see the outside world."

"You kidding? I can get bored here." Vlora pulls up Ozan's blanket, surprised to see Ozan still isn't wearing anything.

"Ozan, loose!" jolt Vlora in Ozan's lap, he felt amused and uncomfortable.

Ozan hugged and pulled a small towel wrapped around Vlora's hair, making the scent of shampoo from Vlora's wet hair burst into his nasal cavity.

"You shower yourself? Why not take me?" Ozan placed his chin on Vlora's shoulder, his hand pulled the rope of the kimono towel that Vlora wore to make his fingers move freely stroking Vlora's stomach.

"We can take a shower all day, later," Vlora replied as she held back Ozan's hand, which moved her body.

"But I love spending time with you, for your sake I purposely empty my schedule for the next few days."

"Why are you spoiled like a baby?" Vlora stood up and pulled Ozan's hand. "Hurry to clean your body, I'll prepare breakfast for you!"

"I'll eat you, I will!" Ozan embraces Vlora. "Guild me take a shower."

"No! Shower yourself!" Vlora pushes Ozan's back into the bathroom. "I'm waiting downstairs!" shouted Vlora.

Behind the closed bathroom door, Ozan smiles because he thinks Vlora is really cute and adorable.

***

Baked cheese bread and a glass of warm milk are on the table. But, there has been no sign of Ozan there. Vlora decided to look around the other room there.

The striking gold-colored door caught Vlora's attention, he turned the door knob open wide, Vlora's body increasingly trembling to see the contents inside. If in the past Vlora only saw one weapon but now, various kinds of firearms neatly arranged in it.

"Why did Ozan prepare all this?" vlora.

"To shoot you, Vlo," Ozan whispered suddenly, he was quite surprised to see Vlora open his secret door.

Whispering Ozan felt strangled Vlora's neck, he reflexively twisted the body and found Ozan standing right in front of him.

"You're scaring me" said Vlora, as she chills over to see Ozan's face look different than before.

"Why afraid? I don't hesitate to shoot you if you dare to betray me! So, don't try to do that, hm?"

Ozan grabs Vlora's hand and takes her back to the dinner table. "Here you go, don't go into that room without my permission!"

"Then what if you're the one who betrayed, Ozan?"

Ozan stopped his steps, turned around to look at Vlora.

"You can poison me!" answer Ozan.

"Is there any chance of you betraying me?" ask Vlora again.

Ozan's previously stiffened face had now changed. Ozan laughed and hugged Vlora.

"What is that silly question? I told you, you're my world.I won't look for anything else. I'm not letting you into this dangerous room. I don't want anything bad to happen to you and our child-to-be. Later when our son is grown I'll teach him to play weapons."

Vlora fell silent and enjoyed Ozan's warm embrace, hoping that no storm would come to disturb their household.