Love Bersemi In Turkey
Meet Liza

Today, Vian and I are going somewhere. We left with his car.

He woke me up this morning in a soft voice, I still remember him. I don't know where we're going, but I don't dare to ask. I'm afraid he'll get angry and not leave. I was wondering where he would take me.

I turned towards Vian, and watched him for a moment. He looked both upset and sad. I didn't know why, so I grabbed her hand and placed it on my palm, just to give her some comfort. But he saw it and then shook my hand. I immediately looked into the street, as if nothing had happened.

"Don't! Don't touch me, let alone today" he said. I just nodded, then looked out the window.

Suddenly I feel sleepy. I closed my eyes then I heard that strange voice again, 'Help him, today he needs you.' I still closed my eyes while rolling my eyeballs up, my head was dizzy.

Moments later, he parked his car on the side of the highway. I looked around, I didn't know where we were. He started walking and I followed him from behind. I feel a little scared. I walked a little faster to get closer to Vian.

I looked around, it turned out that he was taking me to a grave, without a tombstone. Then he walked up to the grave and sat down in front of it. I followed him while wondering in my heart. Whose grave is this?

"Hi, Liza. I'm sorry ... For almost a month, I didn't visit you. Now, I'm married, and things get worse. Don't worry, I still love you. I will always love you, until any time," he said, looking at the grave.

I clasped Vian's hand tightly. He tried to let go, but I didn't let his hand slip out of my grasp.

"Hi, Liza. Look how he is now. How it's been since you left. He hurt himself every time. Guilt really haunts him.

I'm sure he used to be very nice. If you were still here, I knew you would definitely be mad at him.

I know that he still believes in God, but he thinks that God is unfair to him. But don't worry, I'll help him. Not as his wife, but as a friend.

Don't worry, I won't give up. Because I know, he's a very good person," I said with a few tears. I just feel sad, especially Vian?

I turned my eyes towards Vian. She cried. Her tears flowed down her face. I wiped her tears and she closed her eyes. Then he opened his eyes and looked at me deeply. It was as if there was such a heavy burden she felt, and she did not know what to do.

"I thought you'd hate him" he said.

I didn't say anything and we sat there for quite a long time, just speechless to each other. Without realizing it, we were still holding hands.

A while later, he stood up and pulled my hand to stand up as well and we went home. None of us spoke until we sat on the balcony, still holding hands. It seemed like he was walking without realizing it. Then we entered the balcony, and sat on the floor.

"Why?" I asked him and he looked confused.

"Why do you think I'd hate him?" I asked him. He shrugged, looking into the distance.

“Are not all women like that? Always jealous of others,” he said made me smile a little. He was so funny, as if he knew everything about women.

"No, not everything is like that" I said with a chuckle. He smiled but said nothing.

"Why should I be jealous of someone who ... is dead and you love him?" I said. He's nodding. Slowly, I rested my head on his shoulder with a little fear, but he did nothing.

"Tell me about him" I said. I want to know about them. I wonder what it's like to be in love. I never fell in love and never will, I thought. I never thought about love. He laughed a little at my request and it made my heart melt.

"How awkward is this. My wife asked me about someone I love" she said, making me smile. I waited for him to continue his words.

"I first saw him in High School. I saw it on the first day and actually didn't like it very much. She's too .. too sweet. He got along and helped everyone. She's very beautiful, very strong. He always looks happy and everyone loves him.

In the past, I wasn't like this, it wasn't this bad. I did all this just so I could forget about it, and slowly my guilt diminished a little.

At that time, I wanted to marry her. We don't have a relationship like dating, but we do have a commitment to get married. Why date when we can get married, right?

I told my parents. After that, my parents talked about it with their parents. His parents disagreed with our relationship. They don't want their children to be happy. He's been through a lot, just like you. He was beaten up, too, but I don't know. I just found out, after he died. I know it from someone else ..." He paused for a moment and took a deep breath. I rubbed my thumb on the back of her hand to comfort her and she let me.

"He always fought for our relationship. Sometimes he looks very sad and moody. He is usually always cheerful. When I asked him why, he said it was because of the school and our current situation. I didn't know that he was beaten every day after school ... He's powerless. It's all because of me, I shouldn't have asked to get married. Because of me, she had to lie there, forever," he said.

I hugged her. I don't know what to say. I never knew that he had experienced any of this. Must be very difficult for him. He didn't return my arms, but I didn't care.

"Everything will be fine. It's not all your fault" I said, and he fell silent.

"But why are we going there today?" I said while releasing my embrace.

He threw his face away, as if he didn't like my question.

"Because today is the day he died and has been lying there for two years" he replied. I feel so sorry to ask.

Moments later, I grabbed her hand to stand up and she followed. We walked into the middle room. I have to do something. The only way that might make him believe in God again so as to ease the pain in his heart.