Love Bersemi In Turkey
Plan

"Please don't take it personally. But I just want to know what you're doing here? I mean why are you guys here?" asked Sevda with an expression I couldn't understand.

After hugging Vian, they did not say much. The atmosphere of tension was so palpable that anyone sitting here would definitely know that they were thinking about something unusual.

We were having dinner and Vian was sitting next to me. I looked at him but he didn't seem to answer. What am I supposed to say? I'll tell him the truth. Yeah, I'll tell him we ran from a psychopath.

'Sometimes the truth can be difficult or it can end everything, but as time goes on, you will see how true it is to tell the truth. God loves his people who always tell the truth. Lying won't get you out of trouble, ' said the voice.

I nodded to myself and cleared my throat. "We really ..." However, before I could finish, Vian had already interrupted.

"We're on our honeymoon" said Vian.

Confusion enveloped my brain.

I looked at him with raised eyebrows, not understanding why he was lying. I looked at Vian as if I was staring at a madman. But he gave me a signal asking me to lie too. I nodded, hinting at him that I agreed to pretend ...

"Oh really? A good choice. Turkey is really beautiful to visit. But why didn't you tell me first, Brother Vian? You know, right kal-" Sevda has not had time to finish his words, but Vian has interrupted. What would he say until Vian interjected?

"It was the last decision" Vian said as he casually chewed on the food, as if nothing had happened.

After that, Sevda and Vian were silent. So, I talked to Layla. He also knows Indonesian, maybe he has lived in Indonesia since childhood. So, at least I have one person I can talk to.

Layla is a jolly little girl, she is very cute. He was only seven years old, still in first grade of elementary school. He told me a lot of things, funny things about his school, and about his friends.

"Suddenly he grabbed my pen and said that I should kiss him to get it back. But I don't want to. Because my mom said, it's eww." She spoke while shuddering at the thought of her silly boyfriend.

"Did aunt Sadiya kiss my uncle?" tanyanya polo's. I felt my cheeks heat up as if they were burning from hearing his question. This little girl's question makes me very uncomfortable. I turned my gaze towards Vian and looked at him with the same expression, but after a few seconds he smiled.

I know he was curious about my answer. It gave me confidence and I smiled at Layla. I could feel Vian's eyes staring at me. All right, watch my answer, Vian.

"No, of course not. You just told me it was eww, didn't you?" I said to her, then turned my gaze towards Vian again. He was still trying to smile, but his eyes were a bit wide. I know okay, I know it's definitely not 'ew' to kiss her. Stop Sadiya, why are you saying that. I cursed myself.

"I'll show you your room" Sevda said after we chatted for a while. She's very pretty. I did not see her husband and I did not dare to ask either. I think they got divorced because of that, Vian was a little angry and they were arguing in Turkish when he asked why Vian didn't call him first.

We walked into the room and he said good night. I only saw one bed, then I turned to look towards Vian.

“I will sleep on the floor,” I said while carrying a pillow I went to the bathroom to take a shower, then changed my clothes in pajamas.

When I came out of the bathroom, I saw Vian lying on the bed with the phone in his hand. He coughed a little and was a little pale.

I sat on the floor and started to tidy up the bed with the blanket I found in the corner. Vian took a deep breath and then rolled his eyeballs. He walked up to me while grabbing my hand and taking me to bed. He pushed me to the bed, and then he lay down next to me.

He was behind me, but I could see him trembling. I touched her shoulder to ask what was going on while leaning my face so I could see her face.

"Vian, what's wrong with you?" I whispered. Her body was hot but she was shivering. I covered her, then hugged her.

"It looks like I'm sick" he said, coughing several times. I went to the kitchen to make tea for her with lemon and honey.

I feel bad about having to open all the drawers, because I don't know where the ingredients are. But I don't want to trouble Sevda.

After searching around, I finally found all the ingredients. I'll make tea soon. After that, I rushed back to the room.

I put a cup of tea on the bedside table, then helped Vian to sit down. He looked at me for a moment before he saw the cup.

"I'll make you tea, it'll make you more. I think you're just a little flu" I said, handing him a cup of tea. He placed the tea in front of him, heating himself, perhaps.

"Thank you" he said, sipping the tea. He narrowed his eyes, as well as furrowed his eyebrows and nose.

"How much lemon juice is in it?" he asked while wiping his mouth with his shirt.

I took the cup from his hand, then stuffed it into his mouth, forcing him to drink. “Drink if you want to heal," I said firmly.

He turned his eyes towards me, looking at me with an angry face. But I just smiled, because he had to drink it even if he didn't want to.

I put the cup on the table and sat down next to it. The legs were very close to each other and I sat down and crossed my legs.

In just a split second, he sipped the tea in the cup and it instantly ran out instantly. I looked at him in shock as if he was crazy. How could he drink such hot tea?

"What are we gonna do here?" I asked him, thinking about the reason why we had to run away from home. I thought she wouldn't answer me, but she answered.

"I have some plans" he said, but he did not continue his words. What plan wins it?

I turn my seat towards him. But instead, he avoided my gaze. Inevitably, I cupped his face and turned it towards me.

"You should tell me. I'm also involved in this matter, and I want to help" I said.

I know that there's not much I can do, but I want him to tell me how we're going to solve this problem. Because the problem is too complicated to even have to run away to avoid it.

"This is all for your safety. You don't have to worry, and you don't have to help anything" he said, looking at me with a serious expression.

I looked into her bright brown eyes that were a little red because she was not feeling well. I sighed, crossed my arms and threw my face away. This time he also sighed, then grabbed my arm.

"It's for your own safety. And you can't interfere in my affairs!" he said his original tone had returned.

I didn't answer, didn't want to start a debate because I knew he was right. Why do I think he'll tell me. I have to know myself, I have to know who I am in his life. I lay on the bed, behind him.

Three hours later I still couldn't sleep, even though I was very tired. I sat down, feeling a little uncomfortable. We didn't argue big, but it made me recall all the bad things in my past.

But I was wrong. I exhaled the breath I held. Memories of my parents came back to my mind.

Back then, they had dinner together, but I could only watch it, I was so hungry that I would faint. They laugh, they joke, they do all the things I can only dream of.

***

I heard some movement but did not turn towards Vian. I know he's up, but I don't want to make eye contact with him.

She was still sleeping, but moved so that her head was on my lap. She didn't see me when I saw her face out of curiosity as to why she was.

He held my hand for a few seconds, then let go again. He still closed his eyes. I'm very confused. It's a strange thing and I don't know what to do. I just ignored the question in my head and closed my eyes, still with his head on my lap, maybe he was having a good dream.