Love Bersemi In Turkey
Chocolate Cake

"Now, let me go in to see my lover!" said it. I rushed to give him a way, but he did not move.

"Your love?! He's stopped being your lover ever since you lied to him. He has forgotten you slowly, until he has completely forgotten you. So, you better go where you came from, and leave us both!" My screams are full of anger.

"It's none of your business! This is my business with Vian!" said it. And right after that, I heard someone's voice from beside me.

"Of course it's his business! Because of you, their relationship is not good. If you didn't exist, they would have lived happily. So, go back to where you came from, so that their relationship will also return to normal," Masara said with a deadly look at Liza.

The girl looked back at me and Masara as if we were from another planet. Masara raised next to his eyebrows. Liza also left my house. I smiled with satisfaction.

"Waw, I didn't expect him to leave" Masara said. I looked at him and smiled.

"Come, I'll take you somewhere" Masara said with a slight nervousness.

"Where?" my many.

"Already, just come along," he replied, keeping the intended place a secret.

Actually, I don't want to go anywhere, considering what just happened. But I feel like everything's gonna be okay. I followed Masara and got into his car. My mind was still wondering where Masara would take me.

***

We were standing in front of a building, a magnificent house to be exact. A house that is no stranger to me, the home of my family.

"Why are we going here?" I asked Masara, still staring at the house. The house still looks beautiful, and feels warm, making me want to get into it immediately.

Masara grabbed my arm, then led me to the entrance. Masara knocked on the door, and I started to get nervous. This was the first time I had come to this house without being asked by them. The door opened slowly, and I closed my eyes. Strange noise, come, come, I need you. I hoped in silence, but the voice did not appear. I opened my eyes and saw Husna smiling.

"O you guys, come on in" he said happily.

Masara stepped in. Masara and Husna introduced themselves to each other, and they embraced. Masara is indeed a friendly person, can be familiar with anyone. Sometimes I'm sad, why can't I be like that. He smiles with everyone, every day.

'You can definitely. If you can dream, you can make it happen too. Nothing is impossible.' I smiled at the strange sound. I took a deep breath, then smiled at Husna. He came up to me and hugged me. I hugged her back, I felt a little awkward.

"Sadiya, you're here first huh. Wait till Kenzo comes, okay?" husna said to me.

I haven't had time to answer them yet, they've gone to the living room, left me alone. I wanted to follow them, I felt uncomfortable being alone, but I stayed still in place.

A few minutes later, someone closed my eyes with his palm. I already know who it is, even though I can't see it.

"How did you know?" ask her while embracing me.

"What is this really about?" ask her. But he did not answer. He just smiled as he grabbed my arm and led me to the living room.

"It's not funny. Answer me first, before a-"

"Surprise!" I heard people screaming.

I was shocked, and the first thing I saw was. My mama! I circled my gaze around, and saw many balloons and decorations adorning the entire room. I saw on the table in front of me, there was a beautifully decorated cake. I was really surprised. I really feel bad. It reminds me of that moment, the worst moment...

Husam was sitting in front of me holding a piece of birthday cake. That cake looks so delicious. I want to take it, I just want to touch it, or taste it. But I can't. My hands were tied to a chair, and it hurt.

"Mom, this tastes delicious. Chocolate cake on my birthday. Emm ... The chocolate melts in the mouth. It's delicious" said my ten-year-old brother. My mouth was watering when I noticed how I ate the cake.

"Secuil only ... I haven't eaten anything since yesterday" I whispered softly. Maybe he'll give me a little. I stared at the cake, a lot of debris falling on the floor.

She looked at me while licking the chocolate on her lips. I've never eaten a cake, I've only seen one. He said it was delicious, and people would eat it on birthdays. That's my grandmother said. I wish my grandmother could steal a piece for me.

I stared at the cake. That's chocolate cake. My eyes are starting to water. Not because of the cake, but because of that bad memory. I circulated my gaze, everyone looking at me worriedly.

I shook my head. I put my foot close to the table. I did something I'd never done before, that they never allowed. They never let me feel happy in the least.

I took out a piece of cake with my trembling hand, then put it in my mouth. My tears are flowing, but I don't care. It tastes good, it's delicious. I put another piece in my hand, wanting to enjoy the taste. Maybe, it's not that bad. Maybe, I just wanted to feel something I wanted to feel when I was a kid. Maybe I just wanted to erase everything I wanted when I was a kid.

I heard a small cry. A familiar cry in my ear. My own cry when I was a child, which re-emerged in my memory. I sat on the floor, closed my eyes. I don't want to hear him say the cake is delicious. I don't want to hear myself begging for a piece of cake from her. I want it all to stop. Quit ...

I felt a pair of circular arms on my body, tightening his arms. Kenzo, the only person who can make me feel comfortable right now. I hugged him back, I was afraid that he would turn into Husam. I was afraid that this would all be a joke, and they would kick me until I couldn't breathe.

"Shhh ... It's all over. It's just us now." I heard her soft voice.

I looked up at him and he smiled. Those eyes made me feel calm. A few moments later, I nodded, indicating I was fine. Then he helped me to stand up.

"Khanza, today is your birthday and Kenzo's!" husna said happily. My eyes widen. A birthday?

"Don't look like that. Have you never had a birthday?" He asked me with sarcasm, making my heart ache.

"I've never been ..."