Love Bersemi In Turkey
With Salma

"Sadiya, look at this one. This is so good. You have to buy it." Salma showed me a long maroon tunic. I saw him and smiled. The game is so beautiful.

"Ah, no. That suits you better. Why did I buy clothes I would never wear?" I said as I passed looking at the other clothes. Today I went shopping with Salma, after yesterday I called her. I thought Vian would be mad at me. But it turns out he's good.

"Can I go to the mall with Salma tomorrow?" I was a little nervous at the time. Actually I'm afraid he won't let me, or he'll get angry. But I'm lucky, it turns out he wasn't as cruel as my father and brother.

"Of course I can. No problem," he said at the time, making me smile freely.

"Do you need money?" I asked when I was brushing my hair. I was busy combing my hair while looking at my face in the mirror, imagining me wearing a new hijab.

"Sadiya," he called me to disperse my daydream. I flinched and immediately turned towards him.

"Do you need money?" He repeated his words.

"Oh, no, no need. I have my own money, really," I replied not wanting to bother him.

"Get this," he said, putting some money in the palm of my hand.

***

"Sadiya, this one definitely suits you! You just buy this one" she told me with a long pink robe with a wide skirt like a dress, hanging in her hand. I shook my head. Why did I buy such a nice shirt, I thought.

"Yes ... Just try wearing it first, I want to see you wearing this shirt. Try there" he said, pointing to the dressing room. He whined to ask me to wear it, like a child. I sighed and had to comply with her request.

I took the shirt out of his hand, then went to the changing room without saying anything. I immediately put on the shirt without looking in the mirror, because I did not intend to buy it. After that I came out. Salma looked at me from head to toe. His eyes sparkled and his mouth opened while looking at me. Is it that bad as I look? Thought.

"I know it looks ugly if I wear it" said I felt insecure. I don't wear good clothes, and that's why I don't have much.

"You're not screwing up? You look so pretty wearing that!" said it. I smiled a little, I knew he was lying to make me happy.

***

Moments later, Salma and I went to a small restaurant for lunch. I saw the little bag in my hand. Why should I buy that shirt? Why would I waste money buying clothes I wouldn't wear? All this because Salma kept forcing me to buy it. He'll be angry if I don't obey him. He didn't even want to get out of the mall before I bought him. Ah, forget it.

Salma and I ordered food, after which we talked about Husam and Vian. Salma told me that when she tried to talk to Husam, she just wanted to know if Husam regretted what he had done.

"Then, how did you react?" my many.

"I didn't expect it, the man I knew so well turned out to be that bad, '" he muttered as he played the tip of his spoon. I see Salma, I know how she feels. She loves my sister, Husam. Must be hard to forget. But she is a strong woman. The strongest woman I've ever known.

"Why don't you ever tell me about her? He likes to beat you up, he forces you to get married, why don't you ever tell me?" tanyanya.

"I don't think it matters. Anyway, I'm fine now. I can feel more free now" I replied.

"By the way, how's your relationship with Vian? Are you sure you'll survive with him?" ask her seriously. Of course not, I thought.

"Maybe, he and I are getting a divorce. But for now we haven't talked about it" I replied. He turned his eyes towards me and rolled his eyes.

"You should talk to him immediately. I don't want to see you get hurt" he said. I smiled seeing him. Hearing his words, I felt a little valuable. At least there is someone who cares about me.

***

"See you, Salma. Assalamualaikum," I said after getting out of his car.

"By ... Waalaikumsalam," he said as he drove by his car.

I turned the doorknob and went into the house. I put my foot into the living room, but I didn't see Vian there. I looked around, the door to the balcony opened.

I rushed to the balcony and saw Vian sitting on the floor with a cigarette stuck between his two fingers. Then I saw a bottle of booze on the floor. I rushed up to him and took the bottle. He seemed conscious, but did not look at me. I immediately threw the liquor bottle into the trash box. After that I went back to him, I sat down next to him.

"Why are you like this, Vian?" I asked while breathing. I took the cigarette butts in his hand and threw them away. What the hell is he thinking? Why did he become so unbecoming like that? I saw tears dripping from his eyes. I wiped her tears. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"I miss him so much ... Oh no, I've ruined everything!" those words just came out of his mouth. I clasped the back of his hand, trying to make him feel better. He took a quick look at it, then brushed my hand aside violently, making me sigh.

"Vian ... What has passed let it pass. We won't be able to change it again. All we have to do is remember the beautiful memories. So, forget everything .." I said slowly.

I don't understand what he's been through. So, I don't know what else to say. I'm not a good speaker, because I rarely talk to other people. Not even my sister allowed me to have friends. He'll make sure no one comes near me, no matter how.

"My heart aches when I think about it ... He died because of me. Because of a mistake made, he died .." he said as he slapped his face between his knees. I don't know what to say. Who died? Liza? Or someone else? Thousands of questions enveloped my brain.

"I haven't even had time to say that I love her .." she said slowly. I don't know what else to say, but I really feel guilty. He looked very weak, as if he had lost his identity. Her words made no sense, but I couldn't force her to explain it any further. I don't want to make him angry anymore.