Love In The Hatred
The Man I Injured

Not just one hour, not just one day, not just one week and not just one year. But for years, this 26-year-old man sought and waited for the woman to cause injuries to his heart and head. However, the result remained the same as the girl disappeared in the swallow of the earth.

The stitches he got were already fleshy however, his scalp could not return to how it was. The heart that could not be guessed what it wanted had already started to recover however, leaving behind the longing and hate that came at the same time.

Longing to see my innocent eyes, longing to embrace the tiny body that once rejected it, he said, longing to breathe in the fragrance of the Rosse flower that emanates from her and longing for the sweet taste of the lips that she had sobbed more than once the last night they met.

A klatak!!!

The fantastic precious gold inked pen that the owner held was broken in half. The look on his face was emitting an aura of hatred when trying to recall the woman's cupid face that had already hurt him.

"Akhc!!" Mark hates times like this. His head will feel dizzy when he remembers the last second he saw Rossela.

Hate that Rossela didn't give him a chance, hate that Rossela was too quick to make conclusions and decisions, hate that Rossela ran away after successfully injuring him.

The gold ink pen he threw a sliver of direction, then leaned back and kneaded the temples of his eyes.

"I hate you.." - Mark held tightness in his chest, his eyes still closed trying to remember Rossela's face. "But I hate myself more for not finding you yet. What am I supposed to do? Forgetting? Or chop up your body?"

Mark's face was set on the table. His hands knocked on the table. Yes, this is not the first time Mark has been in this unrest. Mark himself did not understand there were so many beautiful women willing to accompany him but, only that cute girl he wanted.

"Maybe .. do I love you?" Mark has his own monologue.

"I love you too, baby!"

A familiar voice in the ears made Mark re-enforce his back. He saw a beautiful woman dressed minimally standing right in front of his desk.

"You're here? Why don't you knock on the door?" Mark tries to control himself and forgets the memories of Rossela.

Katerine smiled and sat on Mark's lap. "I don't need permission to enter my future husband's room, do I?" Kate's plump fingers play in Mark's jaws, not forgetting he kisses

mark's cheeks and spooky. "I miss you, Mark .. Today take a little time for me, huh?" whining Kate, he pulls Mark's tie until they get closer.

"I'm busy, Kate. There's still a lot of work to be done!" subtly reject Mark, right now his mind is chaotic and does not want to get worse if you obey the will of the woman of choice of both parents.

Kate pouted, she wrapped around Mark's neck with her two long arms. "We're getting married soon, I just want to get you closer, Mark! But why do you always avoid me?"

Kate brings their faces closer, she wants to kiss Mark on the lips but, Mark looks away.

Kate grieves that Mark is refusing her again, as long as they are in contact with Mark never once kissed her lips.

"Here you go, I'll be with you all day." Mark stroked Kate's cheek until the girl smiled and was no longer angry with her.

***

At exactly 12 noon local time.

Toronto International Airport. A plane has just landed safely at an airport located in downtown Canada. A fashionable-looking girl out of the fuselage does not forget to pull a suitcase containing her important items.

The wind blew a part of his long hair. Sela's feet trembled when she first climbed the land of birth she had long left.

"You're not Rossela. No one will know you here." Sela tried to shake off her fear.

"Mr Leon?" Sela frowned trying to remember the name. As Sela remembers, they last met in Paris two years ago and now Leon will be her new boss in Canada.

"Mr Leon is attending an important meeting so can't pick up Miss, let's go in." He opens the car door for Sela and keeps Sela's suitcase in the trunk of the car.

The luxury apartment in the city center became the new residence of Sela, she did not expect that Leon prepared this luxurious apartment for her.

Sela gets bored, she grabs the tv remote and looks for a channel that can entertain her.

The youngest successful entrepreneur of the year award was given to Mr Mark Ricardo!!!

The tv remote Rossela was holding fell out of her grasp. Rossela's eyes widened to see the man standing valiantly receiving the trophy behind the glass screen.

It was not a langusung broadcast but, enough to make Rossela's body tremble made.

"Thank God you're fine." lirih Rossela, she remained unmoved in her seat. Mark is speaking in front of the media.

"I know you're a great guy, you're smart and...." Rossela hung up her words, she quickly turned off the television and did not want to see Mark any longer. "Brengsw! You're a bad man, I hate you!"

If in Paris he could turn a deaf ear to all the information about Mark but, from today Rossela is forced to train herself to accept any kind of information about Mark.

***

By evening, Mark and Kate arrive at the high-rise skyscraper where Kate lives. Free association makes Kate more comfortable living in the fantastic apartment.

Kate was pampered in Mark's burly arms. Meanwhile, two men in black brought several paper bags containing luxury items that Kate just bought.

"Thank you for having been with me shopping all day" Kate said as she walked to the elevator.

Mark just cleared his throat and gave the code so that his guards stopped the elevator door that was almost closed. Mark is tired of spending all day with Kate.

Mark's bodyguards hurriedly executed the command and waited for Mark in front of the already wide-open elevator door.

"Why not go in?" rossela asked, astonished to see the man staring at the elevator door.

"If you don't want to get in, why block this elevator, sir?" Rossela was getting annoyed because, this man in front of her did not seem to think it existed.

Rossela's stomach was getting hungry, she couldn't wait to eat the new dinner, she pressed the number button again until slowly the door closed.

Taps! Taps! Taps!

A shiny black pantovel shoe had already stepped into the elevator, Rossela's blood boiling when it accidentally saw the face of its owner. Rossela took a few steps back until her back hit the elevator wall.

'Mark...?" inner Rosse was frightened to see the man she hurt standing straight in front of her eyes.

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