Stranger's In Love
52|TWENTY-SEVENTH FLOOR

Irene was silent, sitting while staring at the window of the twenty-seventh floor apartment that displayed a beautiful sparkling night decorated with lights below. Irene touched her flat stomach and rubbed it gently.

"Are we gonna be okay?" he said he was desperate to talk to the baby in his womb.

Right now Irene is really worried and Irene just wants her baby to stay healthy, the baby to stay safe and the baby to survive. Irene thought she was the one who knew Hans the most, but she didn't. Irene never even thought or could have imagined if Hans had such a bad side as she currently saw.

A lot of things they've been through in Tokyo, a lot of time they've spent as close friends understanding each other. Irene was very happy and felt comfortable being friends with Hans. But at the moment everything was inversely proportional, Irene was so scared that even as Hans looked at her, the man's gaze, was different.

"How, Irene?" hans asked Irene's mind.

Irene turned her head, and it turned out that Hans was sitting next to her without her noticing.

"Why did you bring me here, Hans?" Irene asked with a light look.

"I told you, don't look at me like that. I hate to see it, Irene !!" snapped Hans.

Irene closed her eyes for a moment, I don't know how many times Hans had snapped at her like that. Irene wanted to cry, Hans' attitude was very rude to her.

"Then tell me what should I do now? Tell me, what kind of look do you want? Tell me, Hans. What the hell is wrong with you? What's bothering you? What are you"

PLAQUE ! Hans slapped Irene. Hans did not hate Irene, Hans was angry and hated himself. Hans didn't understand, but he wanted to hurt Irene but after that he felt guilty and wanted to protect the girl.

Irene touched her sore cheek, she caught her breath and looked back at Hans.

"What about slapping me you're satisfied with, Hans?" ask Irene.

Hans shuffled his frustrated hair then turned his face away for a moment and looked back at Irene.

"What if I asked you to, say, Irene" Hans said.

Irene fell silent, she did not understand what Hans was talking about.

"Say, Irene !!" shouted Hans.

Irene lowered her head, her body trembling she was very scared at this moment.

Hans blocked Irene's rough cheeks so she could look at him. Irene grimaced in pain but Hans did not care.

"You have to look at the person you're talking to" Hans said, still choking the girl's cheek.

"Say, Irene !!" hans' orders.

Irene could not stand it anymore, she cried withstanding the pain due to Hans's rude attitude.

Actually Hans himself was really frustrated with his rude attitude towards Irene that he was either aware of or not. Hans took off the cheque of his hand which now left a red mark on Irene's cheek.

Irene touched both of her cheeks that hurt.

"How does it hurt?" Hans moved from his seat to the window and opened the window. Hans let the night breeze into the room.

"Hans," call Irene down.

Hans did not reply but he looked at Irene in response.

"Have I ever hurt you until you've come this far?" Irene raised her face trying to sternly look Hans in the eye.

Hans put on a small smile, seconds later he laughed.

Irene frowned confusedly, was there something wrong with Irene's question earlier?

Hans approached Irene and grabbed Irene's trembling hands.

Hans held both of Irene's hands around her neck and Hans's hands around Irene's small waist and they began to move their legs to the right and to the left and then forward and slowly back, they danced without romantic music in the room with the window open.

Irene looked around the room with a paranoid feeling. After the dance will Hans throw it out of that window? Probably, considering they were on the twenty-seventh floor of this apartment. Irene's heart immediately skipped a beat thinking about the bad things that Hans might do to her.

"Do you want to hear from me, Irene?" hans asked, opening his voice.

Irene nodded in response, yes, and they were still dancing.

"I don't understand why I'm faking it and it sucks to express my feelings to you" Hans sounded regretful in his words.

As Irene fell silent, she was reluctant to dance again even reluctant to speak at this time. So Hans liked Irene all along?

"Stay dancing with me, Irene" Hans pinta put Irene's hand around her neck and they went back to dancing.

Irene trembled, tears began to flow down her cheeks. Irene was so scared.

"Why are you making me fall in love, while you're busy loving other men?" hans asked Irene's tears.

"Initially I always ignored these feelings but every time I saw Zean fighting for you I felt angry, I feel resentful and annoyed when other men try to fight for your love while I try hard to ignore this feeling because I doubt if this feeling is love" Hans spoke again, Irene's feelings are getting torn apart.

"Say, Irene" Hans fell silent, stopping their dance.

Irene was still silent, trying to stay calm and listening to Hans.

"I'm the one in love? or are you the one who made me fall in love?" Hans laughed softly.

Irene closed her eyes and bowed. "I'm sorry, Hans" he said weakly.

Irene was confused, she should be angry and hateful because Hans had hurt her and ruined her marriage. It turns out that Hans likes Irene, she's acting this far because she loves Irene. But Hans never said anything, nor did Hans ever show if he loved Irene. Irene felt guilty for it, Hans had been hurt, tormented by her feelings because of her own poor self in expressing and doubtful of her feelings.

"What should I do to you right now, Irene?" hans asked as he stared at the wide-open window.

Irene, who noticed it, quickly moved away from Hans, but Hans managed to block Irene's hand and pulled her close to the window.

Irene gulped down her hard-earned saliva, her body trembling again as she looked out the window. If Irene is pushed from this window, it is certain that she will be finished.

"Look, Irene. Isn't this night different, tonight is so beautiful" whispered Hans weakly.

Irene shook her head and Hans pulled Irene's hair until she grimaced in pain.

"Aw!! Let go of me, Hans" Irene asked.

"I ruined your marriage by kidnapping you. We just started the second stage game but you're asking me to let you go?" Hans made things clear Irene was getting scared.

"Just imagine, if I let you go here, ck! " Hans clucked violently when he heard the apartment bell ringing.

Irene breathed a sigh of relief as Hans removed his hand from Irene's hair. Then Hans went to check who rang the bell of his apartment.

Hans checked his intercom doorbell, where one of his men looked panicked. Hans opened the door to his apartment.

"Wire, boss" sambar Hans's men.

Hans frowned confusedly.

"Someone named Zean is looking for you, it looks like you have to move quickly before he manages to find you" he explained hurriedly.

Hans pinched his head which was suddenly dizzy.

"Damn, shit !!" hans was upset, and he rushed to Irene.