Love Bersemi In Turkey
Gifts

Kenzo looked at me and smiled.

"From now on, we'll celebrate together. We're gonna spend a lot of time together. Until one day you'll beg me to go, because I'll always be by your side" he said, and I chuckled.

I love you, my twin. For the first time, I realized what it was, baby. I looked towards the woman who approached me.

"Milk .." I heard her soft voice. The sound touched me. I ran towards him, then wrapped my arms around his waist and buried my face in his chest.

"Mother is sorry .mommy is so sorry, I was never with you for nineteen years ago. Forgive me, son ... Believe me, I never gave you to anyone else ... They're the ones who took you, they stole you from mom ... Please, forgive mom .." sobbing.

How could I possibly say 'no' after hearing it like this? I looked into his eyes, those eyes were emitting such a deep plea.

"I've forgiven you, but I still need time .." I said. Mom smiled. What a beautiful smile.

"Come on, cut the cake now, I'm hungry!" I heard Kevin's scream and Masara grabbed my hand to cut the cake. Kenzo came and stood beside me.

I saw that cake. It's exquisite. Our names are written in white. I don't know his name. Kenzo and I looked at each other and smiled, then cut the cake.

However, I feel incomplete, there are people who should be here as well .. Vians.

...***...

After the show was over, Kenzo drove me home.

I waved at Kenzo and walked into the house. I can't take a smile off my face. Truly a special day, the first time I had a birthday was celebrated by my family.

I put my foot in the living room and put my bag on the sofa.

I looked around, looking for where Vian was. I want to tell him about today. I looked into the room and in the bathroom but he wasn't there. I looked for him in the other room, but he wasn't there either. Maybe he's not home.

I returned to the living room, and my eyes were fixed on a silver jewel lying on the table. I approached him and grabbed him.

That's necklace. Silver necklace with small butterfly decoration. Truly the most beautiful necklace I've ever seen. But who's this? Is this Liza's? Or will Vian give this to Liza?

I put the necklace back on the table. I don't know who it is, so I don't want to make Vian angry.

I looked into my bag on the sofa. The gift they gave me has not been opened. I took it and opened it. There's a book in it. When I read the title, I immediately knew it was from Masara. Because, the title is 'An Art To Be Bodo Amat'. He's a nutcase.

I opened the first page, and saw a piece of paper with notes in it. It's a letter from Masara.

'I know you might get angry because I gave you this gift BUT I DON'T CARE.

This book looks so amazing, I also bought one for myself. But, actually I don't need it, because you know I've been bodo very.

Anyway, happy birthday, Sadiya. May what you want be granted, the best prayer for you.

Kenzo came to see me and asked me to help him plan your birthday. He's an amazing young man, you're lucky to have a twin like him!

Just get here, yeah, the story. You see, Hamza kept shouting to make food.

Sorry, ugh, what am I doing? Why am I writing here too?

Anyway, bye Sadiya. Love love ya...'

It was written by Masara. I started laughing after reading it. I shook my head, then took another gift.

Yes Allah .. There is a picture frame. My eyes were wide open, it was a picture of me and Kenzo. I was asleep next to her, and she smiled sweetly while taking a selfie. When did he pick me up like this? There was a piece of paper behind it, and I started reading it.

'You must be confused when I took this photo, hahahaha ... Happy birthday, my twin. I love you.' she wrote.

"I love you too." I said unconsciously.

Today is a beautiful day, and I don't know how to put it all in place. I think I just need some time.

I took another gift and opened it. I'm rattled. There's a pair of baby shoes. It was pink and there were flower decorations on it. Is this mine?

I took a piece of paper in it and read it.

'Mom doesn't know what to give you, because I don't know what you like. So, mom decided to give you something that should be mine, but you didn't have a chance to wear it ... I'm sorry,'

A single tear began to flow as I read his words. He was confused, just like me. He's hurt, just like me. He doesn't know how to act, just like me. I look so much like him. In fact, his eyes, his lips were all the same. I shook my head and grasped the things, then I kept them all in the drawer.

Tomorrow is my first day at work, so I have to prepare what I will wear.

'Work for your world as if you live forever. Worship for your afterlife as if you are not tomorrow.' I remember those words. Without a second thought I went to the bathroom and took ablution. After that, I prayed.

...***...

When I look in the mirror, I feel comfortable looking at my face. This hijab .. It looks really good to me. As if this was a part of me. I was happy when I saw my face covered in hijab. Wh why? I don't know. It may be true said people, women look prettier if wearing a hijab.

I was still wearing that hijab, and it didn't feel like I was starting to fall asleep. I fell asleep with a happy mind.

...***...

The dawn broke and I woke up. But I didn't see Vian. Didn't he go home?

I looked around, but did not see the dirty clothes he always threw in the corner of the room every night. So right, he didn't come home.

I stood up, feeling a little sad for not seeing it. I looked towards the wall clock. I only had forty-five hours to get ready, then went to work on my first day.

I ran from my bed and got ready.

...***...

I put a pashmina that matches my clothes on my head. I think I should buy more, because I'll always wear it at work.

I took the bag I bought with Masara and I put my stuff in. I ran to the kitchen for breakfast. Then I went out the door, and there was a driver waiting for me.