Love In The Hatred
Who Is Performing?

Quit and surrender? Nothing in his dictionary. Rossela had already swallowed the bitter pills of life. At a young age, parents have been left behind, struggling alone to find money to continue education. Keep smiling at bullies at school. Not to mention struggling to maintain the honor that the man in front of him had almost snatched away.

If she is blinded by love. Certainly willingly gave up her chastity. Enjoy a long night alone with Mark. But, the brain can still think clearly to stay firmly holding the stance.

If he wanted to give up, why not just the old days? Mark held him in the apartment, or turned himself in to police after injuring Mark.

Nah! Rossela just realized one thing. His actions at that time he did because he defended himself from the actions of Mark who wanted to harass him. If remembered again, if he reported to the police, Mark would have been convicted.

Never mind, the rice has become porridge, the time that passed can no longer be rotated. Hiding, running and dodging are not good solutions. The only way is to face it bravely.

If Mark still knows him then, he's ready to face. But, if Mark doesn't know him then, he will play a little bit. Hasn't Mark loved to bet and make jokes?

"Are you done talking, sir?" Sela breaks Mark's daydream. This man gasped for it.

Mark did not answer a word. But, his eyes and ears were sharpening.

"You-you

Sela nodded at Mark. "You've said too much, sir! Is there anything you want to say again?" Sela did not change her face, remained calm and resolute. In fact, his heart was broken.

"Please keep your word, Miss!" Ozan spoke, he was surprised to hear Sela's words.

"Well, what's wrong with my words? I'm just asking. Isn't that right, sir?" Rossela smiled cynically, holding a pipette and soaking in her orange juice.

Not only Ozan, Leon was surprised to see the courage of Sela. Just this time he saw a woman who dared to blatantly ignore Mark.

"We better get out of here, Sela!" ask Leon, he has moved from his seat.

"Wait!" Mark held Sela's hand preventing this woman from being able to escape. His eyes are like eagle eyes that are ready to hit prey.

"Sela ..Nice name! Don't you mind me, miss?" Mark raised next to his eyebrows, observing Sela's changed face. Mark knew this girl was agitated.

Rossela gulped, her whole body feeling cold. Unfortunately, he could not read Mark's face. Does this man really not recognize him, or just pretend and are doing a show?

"Not a bit .. not even once. I don't know you!" sela replied without hesitation.

Mark let go of Rossela's hand. His blood seemed to be rustling, boiling, angry and surprised. Mark squealed and rubbed his jaw trying to control emotions that could explode in time instantly.

Leon put the money sheet on the table. "We're leaving, Sela!"

"Hmmm!" Sela grabbed her bag and left without saying goodbye to the two men who still saw her.

"Interesting," muttered Mark who still hadn't turned his eyes from Sela's back until the girl had actually left.

***

Rossela was able to breathe a sigh of relief because she believed that the man did not recognize her face.

"We open a new page. I'm so grateful you're okay, Mark. Yes ... You must have forgotten all about me!" Rossela closed her eyes, trying to remove the small taste left in her heart.

The ringing of the phone surprised him. A message from Leon. The man was waiting for her in the apartment lobby. Yeah, tonight they're going to a party for one of his business colleagues.

Elsewhere, Mark is still frenzied. Sela's words really troubled her mind.

"Why is it still here? Are you not going to attend the party?" Ozan walks into Mark's office.

"The way is not important."

Mark doesn't like to attend a ceremony like this. The wedding celebration, the engagement party, everything that concerns about love for him does not provide any benefit. Of love? To hell with love. At the party there were only people who were trying to find sympathy, he said, coworkers who praised him sky-high just for the sake of stocks and business alone plus the gaze of wild women who hoped to climb into his bed. So disgusting.

"Let me send flowers as a gift if you don't want to attend the party."

Ozan provides a solution, he knows that his boss is tired of being at such events, of course, because Mark prefers to spend time at club nights.

Mark changed his mind. "No! Looks like I'll have some fun there!" Mark is more excited than ever.

Mark is no exception to be a special guest tonight. Mark sat not far from the beautiful woman who did not see him in the least.

Sela looks graceful wearing an sleeveless evening dress wrapped around her slender body, a black scarf hanging around her neck. Tonight she looks beautiful with makeup on her face and wears lipstick on her lips.

The MC voice has begun to dominate, the show began. Sela and Leon sat side by side and occasionally engaged in conversations interspersed with laughter. Sela unintentionally turned her head and saw Mark was looking at her.

"Don't get in touch with him, he's a terrible guy" Leon said suddenly. "I haven't told you yet, have I?"

Sela saw Leon. "So, that guy who took your secretary before?"

"Yes, my woman belongs to him. Mark won't settle for one woman!"

Again and again the memory of the sidelines goes back to a few years ago.

"He's still unchanged and never changed" Rossela murmured.

"What did you say?" ask Leon.

"I'm gonna go back a second!"

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to the toilet."

"Do you want me to be with you?"

"No need to be alone." Rossela could not resist the distress call until she ran to the toilet by herself.

Leon wants to catch up but, two of his business partners invite him to talk about profitable stocks until he finally undoes the intention to accompany Rossela.

Toilet business is over, Rossela is back at the venue. Passing through the long and quite lonely hallway. Rossela was surprised to see Mark walking towards her, he reflexively twisted his body but, Mark pulled his scarf.

"You want to escape?" Mark cornered Sela on the wall and locked her hands together.

"Miss Sela?" He grins meaningfully.

"Please don't bother me, sir." Sela rejected the chest of Mark's field that was almost attached to her.

"Disturbing?" Mark chuckles. "You really don't know who I am?" He pulled Sela's chin until he looked up to see her.

'Of course I know, you're a pervert.' Sela could only keep her identity a secret.

"Don't I answer that?" ketus Sella's.

Mark's eyes turned red he pulled Sela's waist until there was no distance between them.

"Take me off, sir! Let me go." Sela struggled but, Mark was unwilling to let go.

Mark feels dejavu. "unleash? Repeat again, as if I've heard it."

"This eye .. I'm like I've seen it." Mark's index finger played on Sela's face, eyebrows, eyelids, nose, cheeks and lips.

"Keep your hand away from me, Mr. Mark!" Sela stomped Mark's feet hoping Mark would let go but, his actions had no effect whatsoever. This guy didn't shift one bit.

Mark again cornered Sella on the wall. "What planet are you from? Everything about me is in various print and electronic media. Have you never watched tv?"

"Why do you really want me to know you? Here I only know Leon, nothing else!"

Mark's face tightened but, his hands loosened, his steps retreated. "Go away...." Mark turned his face away from Sella.

Silent, Rossela's steps suddenly heavy. Actually he wanted to hug this man, apologize and reconcile but, given the bets and deeds Mark made him hate. Rossela did not want Leon to be suspicious and waited too long until he decided to leave without speaking again.

"We see how far you can avoid me." Mark clenched his hands, the umpteenth time he saw this woman ignoring him.