Love Bersemi In Turkey
He's Injured

After he gave me his address, I immediately went to the police station by driving his car. I don't know why he didn't bring his car when he left. It's strange! But let it be, at least this makes it easier for me to pick her up. I rode it anxiously until my hands trembled slightly holding the wheel.

Arriving at the police station, I parked the car in the parking lot, then half ran into the police station. I was really worried that something bad had happened to her. I don't know why I'm worried about this. Remembering the tone of his voice earlier when he called me made me very worried. I went to the reception desk and asked where I could meet Vian.

"It's twenty minutes away. After that you can meet him," he said to me confused. Twenty minutes to what? I thought confusedly. He looked at my confused face, then he explained his words without needing me to ask again.

"He was involved in a fight, and was sentenced to five hours in prison. There's twenty minutes left," he explained. A fight? What fight? Is she okay? Who was he fighting with? My mind suddenly floated. I remember the creepy male figure who was holding my hand in the garden.

I nodded at the receptionist and then stepped my feet towards the waiting chair. I waited, but time seemed to go on for so long. It was as if time had stopped.

After I felt like I was waiting for hours, the receptionist approached me and told me I could bring Vian home. I got up from my seat and followed her to meet Vian.

I widened my eyes when I saw him. His face was full of bruises and wounds. I rushed over to her and subconsciously my hand touched her bruised face gently. He looked at me flatly then immediately brushed my hand off his face. It makes me feel ashamed. I realized I shouldn't have touched her. But I was only worried when I saw it like that, am I wrong?

He didn't say anything to me. He's moving away. He walked to the parking lot looking for his car. I followed him from behind. I followed him into the car, and he started driving. None of us started the conversation, making me feel uncomfortable.

A few minutes later, we arrived in front of his house. He stopped the car and got into the house, saying nothing.

I wanted to scream at him but I couldn't. I closed my eyes and prayed in my heart, trying to calm my feelings as much as possible.

He sat on the couch taking off his jacket. He hissed in pain withstanding the wounds all over his body. He still didn't say anything to me, but I just wanted to know why he was fighting and who was he fighting with?

I closed the door hard. He glanced at me and then took his eyes off me. I breathed while approaching him. He turned to the dinner table and saw the food I had cooked earlier.

"What's that?" He asked confused.

"Food," I answered briefly. I don't want to talk about the dinner I've prepared for him and it's all for nothing.

"I prepared it for you because I thought at least we could have dinner together" I replied. He looked at me like he was confused. Is it too much for us, even just being nice to each other? Thought.

"Why?" He asked again. It seems like he really he doesn't understand my words.

"I'll answer if you want to tell me who you were fighting with?" i'm firm. He shook his head. I shrugged my shoulders, trying not to care.

"I don't have to tell you. Who do you think you are?" Flat talk. It really made me angry this time.

"Originally you know! I worked hard to make you dinner tonight. I'm just trying to be nice to you so that I can at least be closer to you. You act like a double personality, it scares me sometimes. And now you speak as if I were nothing but just a slave that you used to pick you up but you gave me an explanation at all!" I'm yelling. Everything is enough! It's already! I don't know when I should feel unappreciated like this ...

He looked at me with wide eyes for a moment. Then he stood up to me, clutching my shoulder. Not too tight, so I don't feel any pain. He looked at me deeply and started talking to me.

"Hey! Listen ... Listen to me carefully, bitch! I didn't marry you in the sense of a real marriage. My parents forced me to marry you. That's all it is! You're nothing to me, okay? Keep that in your pretty, tiny head. I don't need to tell you what's going on in my life. And you don't have to bother doing things to make us look like a happy couple!" he said firmly.

"No. I wasn't thinking about it. Listen to me .... It's not just you who's hurt here. You are not the only one who has a marriage without your own desires. And, it is not just you who have experienced many bad things in the past. But me, you see me?! I also had a bad past. I don't want to marry you either, I married you for the same reason as you. I was hurt over all this too. So, stop acting like that to me ... We just need to live life together, at least we can be nice to each other, until we get divorced later" I said. My tears almost fell as I said them, but I immediately wiped them off. I took a deep breath and then took a grand vision.

"Now take off your clothes" I asked. He looked puzzled, still with an angry expression on his face. I'm glad he didn't continue this discussion. He's really stubborn. Just like me, so I understand it.

"What?!" said surprised. I breathe again.

"I will examine the wounds on your body and will treat them" I replied and looked at him. But he stared blankly ahead. Without waiting for his answer, I grabbed his hand to look at the cuts and bruises.

"No ... Nothing will heal my wounds" he said moments later. He seemed to be talking to himself, not me. I ignored her words and tried to take off the shirt she was wearing. I saw the cuts and bruises on his body were quite severe. I rushed to the room to pick up the P3K box and the wet cloth.

After that I went back and cleaned her body with a wet cloth. Her chest felt warm and soft, very different from her appearance. He looked like a cold stone man, but his skin felt warm. I kept going through the wounds on his body to treat him. But suddenly I felt tense because when I saw his eyes, he looked at me deeply, making my hand stop moving.