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Mobile Phone From Vian

I opened the door in anger. I don't want to deal with them anymore, whatever the case. They sold me, left me, and never thought of me. Then now, why should I acknowledge them as a family? Nah! I have never had a family and I will never have one.

"Please Khanza, listen to me" The man who claimed to be my twin started talking, but I won't let him brag more.

"You should be listening! First, I'm Sadiya, not Khanza. Second, I never wanted you, never will!" I said firmly while closing the door.

But ... I can't deny it. When I came face to face with him, I saw my face on his face. His eyes, his lips, his nose, everything was the same. We have the same face, and it doesn't take someone who is a genius to prove that we are twins, even the dumbest people would say it. This was the first time I realized that he was my twin brother. I felt a strange stream running through my body when it was nearby, but I ignored it.

He kept knocking on the door but I could only sit back at the door. After a while he gave up and left. I felt relieved after that.

I put my foot in the kitchen. I have to do something to keep myself busy, I thought. So that I can forget everything.

I took all the dishes and glasses off the shelf and started cleaning them. There was dust on it because it had not been used for a long time. Suddenly the plate I was holding fell and broke into pieces on the floor.

I thought too much that I couldn't do my job properly, I dropped all the plates in my hand. My entire body was as if numb, even I couldn't stand properly.

I sat on the floor, observing the fragments of the porcelain plate in front of me. I started to shed tears. I am so worthless that no one wants to have me, not even my family. Tears started to flow down my face.

I know, maybe I'm overreacting. But I can't help myself. I feel so lonely, I feel so bad. I don't know how to deal with all this and face all the bad possibilities that will happen later.

Why don't I have a place to stay? Why don't I have someone to have? Why am I so lonely? Am I really that bad to be loved? Why doesn't anyone look at me just to ask if I'm okay ...

I just need someone to ask 'how are you?' Then, I'll answer 'bad'. I just want someone to listen to me, let me find myself and my happiness.

Suddenly I felt a strange feeling running through my body as someone lifted my body with both arms and led me to the sofa. I closed my eyes. I don't have to look up to see who it is. The scent of his body and his touch already told who that person was.

He put me in his lap and I buried my face in his neck, I was still crying. I felt really bad because I was crying in front of her, but I couldn't help myself.

"Sshhh .. Everything will be fine. I'm here," he said. I sobbed louder and leaned my body on her, I felt calmer after hearing her voice, after hearing her words comforting me.

"Why, Vian? Why am I worthy of anyone's possession .." I asked him. But I don't think that's a question, but a statement that I'm not worthy of anyone. Vian tightened his embrace on me.

"If you belong to no one ... You won't be here .. in my arms" he said.

"You .. if you don't belong to anyone, you won't be here .. in my arms" he said.

I wrapped my arm around her neck and pushed myself closer towards her. He tightened his embrace and placed his chin on top of my head. And it makes me feel comfortable. I felt something I had never felt here, in his arms.

"I bought you something" Vian said after we sat like that for some time, maybe a few hours. A few hours of security, comfort that made me feel better after all that happened.

"Forku?" I asked him while looking at him in disbelief. He nodded while taking the bag beside him. He gave me the bag and asked me to open it.

"What's this?" ask me when I open it. He just kept quiet and didn't answer. I took a box from inside. I looked up when I saw what it was.

"I think you need it. I mean, after all this happened. I should have bought you early" he said, rubbing his own head.

I saw that rectangular flat object in my hand. This is a cell phone. Just like Vian's, but this one is white. I never had a cell phone. My brother used to have it, and I secretly touched it out of curiosity.

I looked into Vian's eyes with a smile. Then I kissed the end of his nose. He rolled his eyes and laughed softly.

She muttered seeing my childish behavior. Then he lifted me up with both hands, and slowly put me back on the sofa. Then he stood up and took his laptop. He sat on the sofa in front of me and started to get busy with his laptop.

"What are you doing?" I asked while looking at the laptop screen. That's when I saw that she was looking at a file called 'Liza'. I frowned as he clicked back before I could see him. I looked at him, he looked nervous and agitated.

I immediately retrieved the laptop from his lap and immediately opened the file. Although I have no rights and have no intention of doing so, I am very curious about the contents. However, before I could see what he was hiding, he took back the laptop and immediately turned it off.

I feel guilty for trying to interfere with his privacy. I just want him to trust me more. But I have no right to want that because he will continue to do anything without my knowledge.

He didn't say anything and I didn't speak either. We were still sitting on the sofa for a while, the atmosphere became quiet. I finally started the conversation.

"What should I do now Vian?" I asked him. I am still confused about my parents. He was silent for a moment, then replied.

"Kevin is dangerous. I don't like him being around you" he said, making my heart beat faster.

"He's my brother. He won't do anything to me" I assured him. He looked at me for a moment.

"So did Husam" he said cynically, turning my eyes wide. He was right, but the way he said it was very painful for me.

"He's not my brother!" I said firmly, reminding him that Husam is no longer my brother.

"But before you thought he was your brother, and look what he did" he said, raising one of his legs to the sofa and putting his elbow on his knee.

"Whose side are you on?" I asked him while standing up. He looked at me, confusion on his face.

"I don't think I need to answer that question" she replied, standing up as well. He stood very close to me and his scent made me dizzy but I remained strong.

"You have to answer it. Look, you act as if you are on my side, but then you show me that you are not on my side" I said, crossing my arms. He grabbed my elbow, pulling it slowly.

"Stop thinking too much. I'm just saying that because I don't want you to be hurt by someone who has put a gun to your head" she said gently, bowing her body so that she could look me in the face because I was shorter than her. I looked into his bright brown eyes, trying to find some honesty in them.

"But you're hiding what I should know about my family" I said. He took my hand and threw away his face.

"But it's okay. You have helped me a lot. So, it's fair for you to hide it," I tried to joke around so the atmosphere wasn't so tense. I saw him calm down a bit, and he sat back on the couch.

"We need to talk" he said. I also sat next to him. I know, she seems to have bipolar syndrome, which sometimes changes her personality.

"What are we gonna do?" he said while looking straight ahead and looking a little tense. I looked at her confusedly, not understanding what she meant.

"About us" he said quietly without looking at me. My heart beats faster when he says the word 'we' and I don't know why.

“You still haven't given your answer,” he said later. I'm starting to understand that he's talking about divorce. I nodded in understanding, even though I knew he didn't see me.

"I haven't had time to think" I replied. Did he think I had my answer ready? After the things that happened these few days?

"I want answers" he said, making me roll my eyeballs. The moment I thought that he had changed his attitude, he returned to his rude attitude again, that was what made me feel difficult. But I can't deny that sometimes I feel very happy with him.

"Alright, you will get the answer after I make a decision," I replied with a slight annoyance. He looked at me while raising his eyebrows, then turned his body again.

"Hurry now!" his orders, made me slap his head playfully before I went to the kitchen.