My guesthouse
Love Hate's

Agnes stared intently at Keyno behind the glass window of the gray porsche car, the man was having fun with a woman on his lap.

Agnes folded her hands together, looking very irritated while continuing to grit her teeth furiously, she leaned back into her car seat once in a while her lips turned back and spoke to Keyno, as if to beat up Keyno who is none other than her own husband, at that time.

For the umpteenth time, it just so happened to come near them. Like this time, Agnes wanted to have fun at a bar she used to visit, but who would have thought? in the parking lot she even found her husband making out with whom, obviously with women.

"I shouldn't have come here. Bastard" grumbled as he prepared to leave the place.

He screeched justifying the messy strands of hair covering his face, started the car and retreated at high speed until it accidentally hit something behind there.

Brukk...!!!

Agnes turned her head, then noticed the rearview mirror of her car. Someone was in pain there.

"Mario?"

Agnes opened the door and exited "Are you okay?"

"Not okay, please help me!" Long thought Agnes pushed Mario to the left side of his car, opened the door and helped Mario get into the car.

"I'm taking you to the hospital" said Agnes a little frantic while putting a seatbelt on Mario.

Cup

One kiss landed on her white cheek, Agnes was shocked. However, a second later he smiled when he found Keyno looking at him sharply from the rearview of the car in front of them.

"What business are you here for?" agnes asked as she sat back on the steering wheel, fixed her short skirt and ran the car away from the parking area.

"You know it's just like you" he replied casually "Actually I'm fine, I'm just helping face your husband"

"You know Keyno was there?"

"Yes, I saw your car side by side"

While still in the parking lot of the bar, Keyno gave his lips to see the departure of Agnes and Mario then said "Basar Jal4ng" he said.

"Key..." His gaze turned to the woman who struggled spoiled on his shoulder "What's wrong?" ask the woman.

"Who?" the woman deliberately asked in a well-spoken tone.

"Who else is it? is it just us here?"

Without hesitation, Keyno kissed the poor woman beside him as an impingement. He let go of his anger with a rough and long kiss and ended up in a hotel bed after he decided to bring the new woman to accompany her long night.

Elsewhere, Agnes drinks as much as she can, accompanied by Mario. Mario had stopped him several times but Agnes seemed to care for the ears and continued to chug down glass after glass of wine.

Mario himself knows, Agnes is angry at Keyno her husband. It's not the first time, it's been a lot.

"Hey..Nes..Nes. You're already drunk. Stop it" Prevent Mario from taking the bottle that the woman was about to pour. Agnes simply bounces around ignoring Mario's remarks and collapses at the bar table.

With great difficulty Mario took Agnes and drove her home. Not rejecting the charm of Agnes, but there is something that he must do and can not be delayed. Otherwise, they would have spent a long night like Keyno.

"Rest!" Mario kisses Agnes and Agnes returns the kiss violently and brutally, even Mario must force the kiss to stop. After Mario's calm passed leaving his apartment no where, his business.

Elsewhere, Keyno appeared exhausted after performing a hot scene with the woman she did not love at all. He played with emotion and haste, all just to satisfy his passion and annoyance at Agnes.

Here is their story. However, Keyno and Agnes are inseparable. How hard they try to turn, hurt each other, create distance and behave outside the norm of the household. They were unstoppable, as if fate forbade them to part.

Weird right? It's strange. Many say it's weird, they even have a pair of each one, but they're fine.

Obsessions

Frenzy

Opium

Perhaps the three singularities fit to describe their relationship. They're stupid and look crazy, but who cares? as long as they're okay, why not?

They will be fine even if they are painful.

A story beyond reason, when love and hatred go hand in hand. The Love Hate Relationship.

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