Love In The Hatred
I'm Not Miss Night

The lives of Vlora and Ozan are perfect with almost no interference from any side. They lived happily in the mansion with strict guard for a full 24 hours. Occasionally Ozan invites Vlora to see the outside world, watch the cinema, shop their needs even according to the request of Vlora who wants to try some rides child games in the city.

As of today, Ozan and Vlora deliberately attended the invitation of one of the artists who held the exhibition in the open. The city park is conjured up in such a way that it looks different than usual. Some neatly lined paintings attract the attention of visitors there.

"Ozan, I want this one." Vlora pointed to the painting of the sunset on the beach, orange color combined with water as if it could make it dissolve in peace.

"You'll get it, ma'am!" ozan replied, he had his men pack whatever Vlora saw there.

"Ozan, it looks like your son is hungry." Vlora stroked the stomach that was getting rounder, indeed since his stomach was getting bigger hunger often came suddenly.

"He's exactly like me. All right, we're gonna find some delicious food at the restaurant." Ozan clings to Vlora's hand to divide the crowd.

People who realize the presence of Ozan was suddenly giving way to him, now more and more people are starting to believe that the woman who is pregnant is Ozan.

The negligence of Ozan's men almost made Vlora wretched, not to come from where someone hit his back from behind, lucky Ozan was quick to hold his wife's body.

"Darling, you're okay." Ozan looks worried. "Your stomach hurts?" Groped the stomach of Vlora who had been waiting for the time of delivery.

"No, no one's sick."

However, Ozan does not believe it and still makes sure himself, he stroked Vlora's stomach and back.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, sir," said the woman who had nudged Vlora on the shoulder.

Ozan sharpened his ears feeling familiar with this voice, he was surprised to see Katerine standing beside Vlora.

"Miss Katerine?" Yep. Ozan still remembers this woman, only because they had not met for a long time and the bad situation they had faced made Ozan almost silent on the spot.

"Mr Ozan? You're that?" Katerine was seen sparkling when she mentioned Ozan's name. "Who is he? Sorry I was careless and almost made you fall."

Vlora just silently watched this beautiful and sexy woman, if not wrong she was like she had seen it but where?

"He-he's my friend." Ozan had to lie because he did not want Vlora's safety threatened.

Vlora was stunned to hear Ozan's confession, the more sensitive feeling even made his face pout.

"really? But you guys look close. You're pregnant?" Kate reached out wanting to touch Vlora's stomach but, Vlora brushed her hand away. "I'm sorry" Kate said, not feeling well.

Vlora remained silent and threw away his face.

"Sorry, Kate. We have to go" Ozan said.

"Quick that? After all this time we have only met again. If you don't mind a lot of what I want to ask you." Kate grabbed Ozan's hand. "You don't mind, do you?"

Vlora screeched at the scene in front of him. Ozan, who realizes it, pulls his hand from Kate's grasp.

"We'll find somewhere else, please."

Ozan knows Kate is devastated by what happened to her. This woman lost Niko and Mark who had made her soul shaken.

Ozan clasped Vlora's hand on his right side, his wife's face still pouting while Kate walked on her left side.

"I'll poison you, Ozan" muttered Vlora, Ozan smiled and blinked one eye.

Secretly Kate smiled knot and ready to run the action.

***

A restaurant not far from the park becomes Ozan's choice place, he accidentally orders a variety of delicious food for Vlora and lets Kate sit among them.

"You're so greedy" said Kate who had not stopped watching Vlora.

Vlora glanced at him at a glance then continued eating him.

Vlora coughed, Ozan immediately gave a glass of water.

Take it easy" Ozan said, helping Vlora drink and stroking her back.

"I'm going to the toilet." Vlora cleared the corner of her lips.

"Let me be with you."

"Let me alone without you and your bodyguards, Ozan." Without waiting for Ozan to answer, Vlora stood up and left alone.

Katerine and Ozan. Ozan was still silently looking at Vlora who was increasingly disappearing from his sight.

"Mark is married?" asked Katerine, her face looks sad. "It's not fair to me, Ozan. Mark took everything from me and now lives happily with another woman. Did he never think about my feelings?"

Ozan saw Kate's face. "Don't look for Mark's faults, it's all because of your brother's own ambition."

"Even you have no sympathy for me. You know it's not easy for me to deal with all this. I'm a woman who needs to be protected just like you were protecting the women that night. Mark even married one of them!"

"Rosella isn't a woman of the night!" ozan did not accept. "It is precisely your own brother who kidnapped and locked her there. Never mind Kate, we don't have to talk about this anymore!"

"Not necessary because you're already living happily? Then what about me?"

"Then what do you want?"

"You and Mark! I want you both!"

Ozan's jaw hardened, his hands clenched firmly under the table. Sure, Ozan knows what Kate meant. If not lives then, Kate wants them to be her slave or her errand boy.

Kate also, she is not afraid to make Ozan's face red, Kate has thought of everything. Life must be paid for with life.

"OK! I'm sorry for what happened. But, I can't do anything for you." Ozan moved from his seat. "I'm sure you can live happily too. Don't let you act silly or mess with my life and Mark's! Because I won't stay silent!"

Ozan leaves a dollar bill on the table, then walks steadily away from Kate and catches up with Vlora to the toilet.

***

Vlora washed her face with clean water, standing on the wasetafle watching her face and appearance.

"It's like I've seen it, but where?" Vlora became more and more restless, he picked up a tissue and dried his face. Once enough, he came out of the toilet.

Vlora was shocked when someone blocked his wrist.

"Hi Miss of the night, do you still remember me?" This perverted-looking man smiled at Vlora. "Have not met for a long time. Ah, I missed you!"

"I'm not a night miss!" Vlora replied loudly, of course he still remembered the brengs*k man who had kissed and almost robbed him of his honor.

"Deliver!" Vlora tried to pull her hand.

"really? Have you forgotten my touch, beautiful?" He pushed Vlora up against the wall.

Vlora movement is limited because the stomach is large enough to make Vlora difficult to avoid or run.

"Don't be afraid, if you want we can do it again." Her fingers were already dancing on Vlora's face.

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The conflict is not long, not wide, not high, just think again ngedrakor🙃

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