Hey You, I Love You !
Escape - 1

Still with a mouth that does not stop grumbling and blaspheming here and there. Mr. Rogh was still sitting in front of Mrs Mira who was packing bandages on her head. As for Rose, she did not dare to get up from her place. He is quite aware of how wrong he considers to be true of course. All women will probably do the same when there is a brash man will abuse him.

"You have to pay! Remember my words, you must pay for what you have done to me today!", Mr. Rogh raised his index finger towards Rose's face while cursing.

"And you, my debt is not paid off if you don't give her to make me my fifth wife. Tomorrow, I'll come pick her up again. Make sure she dresses up pretty and doesn't defy anymore. Because tomorrow is our wedding day!", despite Mr. Rogh's annoyance, he doesn't want to let go of his prey. When else would he get a fresh young woman to keep.

"Okay sir, I will make sure of it myself!", Madame Mira bowed in salute to Mr. Rogh who began to step out of the house.

"Basar don't know it's lucky!", hardened Madame Mira while pulling forcibly Rose's hair that made her owner grimace in pain.

"If you marry her, you will be a young mistress and your life will be assured forever. I gave you a golden opportunity, but you wasted it!", the stepmother pulled her hair so much that she squealed in pain.

Mirabel seemed satisfied with the spectacle her mother gave her. Seeing his half-brother suffer was a pleasure for him. Envy and envy were enough to cover his conscience to give mercy to the woman he thought was perfect. Rich, has a brother who loves him very much, smart, smart, good at cooking, all the talents Rose has made him jealous to the craze. Worse, a young man named Eric who he likes turns out to even like Rose, his half-brother. This made Mirabel hate Rose completely.

"No! You married me to that rotten man so you could pay off your debts, right?", Rose boldly looked at Madame Mira deep inside.

"Basic brash! We are family, right?! So as a family, shouldn't we share the burden!", Madam Mira said as she clenched her teeth. Then he spread his grin with a cruel look.

"You should know your position!", his hand hit Rose's head almost to the floor.

"Sister! I need you, brother! Help me!", Rose cried in her heart.

He tried not to cry, because if one drop of his tears fell then his mother and stepbrother would feel happy because it had succeeded in torturing and making him unhappy. If there was her brother, perhaps she still had a shield to protect him. But after her brother left for not agreeing to this marriage of her father and stepmother, Rose could only rely on herself. He has to be strong, whatever happens he has to be strong.

"I? Or are you the one who should know your position?!", said Rose slowly did not take off his sharp gaze on Madam Mira.

"Hey, how dare you reverse my words!", another blow he received on the other cheek.

"Into the room! You must prepare for tomorrow!", not wanting to argue again Madame Mira ends with orders.

"Alright!", Rose tried to stand up.

"But my work is not finished!", he said, staring intently at Mirabel.

"Mirabel will carry on the rest", a decision has been made. The name mentioned returned the sharp gaze of his half-brother. Then a grin rose on Rose's lips, she won. As he was convinced, Mirabel must have strongly objected to the task given by her own mother. The woman would never want to do the menial jobs that would make her not beautiful, he thought.

"Mama!", cried Mirabel disapproving of her mother's words.

"Just do as the Madam tells you!", Rose said in a satirical manner.

Mirabel immediately approached Rose and prepared to throw a slap across her face. But it was held back by Rose's hand that was already gripping her in the air. He looked at his half-brother.

"Stop being rude to me! You should know your position in this house. I'm the host here, but you treat me like a slave. Is it worth it?! Who should be the slave here. You and you! You guys came to this house not only to enjoy the treasure that my father has that is not much. You think I don't know?!", Rose threw down Mirabel's hand violently. Showing power over himself here in his own home.

A slap landed on Rose's cheek abruptly. Someone came from behind Mirabel's body.

"Father!", Rose muttered softly as she held onto her cheek which felt numb from the pain from the previous slap. His heart is hurting at the moment. His father was the only blood family he had today. The person who should have come to defend him, now even became a shield for the new person he hated so much.

"Since when have you been so insolent?! Who taught you to say those trashy words?! Is your brother?!", snapped Mr. Benneth to his own daughter.

"Wah!", cried Mirabel inwardly.

"I've been quiet all this time, Dad! No matter how they treat me, I always give in and obey. No matter what happens to me, I never even ask. But I won't stay silent when my future is played. They sold me to an old man who was the same age as my father. For what? For the sake of paying off her debts!", Rose pointed her index finger at Madam Mira's face firmly without any fear at all. His feelings that he had been keeping all this time, he spilled into nothing. For a moment his father seemed stunned by the fact he had just heard.

"Rose!", exclaimed Mr. Benneth disliked his daughter's disrespectful attitude.

"Tell me what happened, Mira?", now he turned his face to the mother and son who were holding each other with panicked faces and trembling bodies.

Finally, Mira and her daughter told the story from beginning to end. There was nothing he covered, even when he told me about giving up Rose as his debt repayment. Still with a trembling body, Mira ended her story while bowing to hide her fear.

Mr. Benneth loosened his tie and threw the suit he was wearing onto the sofa. Then he sat himself down while exhaling his coarse breath. He scooped his face rough with one hand, feeling frustrated with what problems he had to face. This time he looked at Rose's face with a gaze that was hard to explain.

"Hundreds of millions?! You've gone mad, Mira!", Mr. Benneth leaned all over his back until his head looked up. He closed his eyes while looking for a solution to this problem. That kind of money, where could he get it. At the moment it feels like he is in a dead end.

Rose did not budge from her place. He stared at the two women and one man in front of him. I mean, I smell this reality.

"Rose!", call Mr. Benneth with a face expression that is difficult to explain.

Rose did not answer, but she looked at her father with unsettled eyes. He was preparing mentally for even the worst outcome. Rose had tried to think realistically, that in any case it was not the capacity of his family to get hundreds of millions of money in just a short time. But still, thinking that his father would give up on the circumstances was the most difficult thing he accepted. It hurts, like he's feeling right now.

"What father? You will defend them again, right?! I should have listened to my brother and come with him back then, so that I wouldn't have to accept this harsh reality. I'm staying here because I still have a father. I still survive to stay here because there are still many memories of the mother left here", the tears that he had been able to hold could no longer stay in his place. One by one they slid past his cheeks.

"But we have no other choice!", Mr. Benneth's face turned pias with a faint voice.

"Why should it be me?! Why not her?", Rose's index finger pointed towards Mirabel firmly. The cold expression he let out, made Mirabel involuntarily shudder in horror.

"But that guy chose you! Not me!", said Mirabel trying to defend herself.

"Shut up! Have you been allowed to speak?!", Rose's clasps were able to twist Mirabel's guts so that she tightened her grip on her mother's arm.

"Rose!", exclaimed Mr. Benneth so that all would cease to shout. He had just returned from an out-of-town assignment, still tired of having to deal with this weird problem.

Rose opened her eyes to Mr. Benneth. His disappointment was deep. He twisted his body quickly, then left the place as quickly as possible. He lifted his leg from his painful home aimlessly. His brain only gave him the idea to go as far away from the place as possible, but did not tell him the direction and destination.