Love Bersemi In Turkey
Vian With Liza

I have arrived at my father-in-law's office. He was talking on the phone. And I, I have to wait for him to finish. I'm so nervous. This is my first job, and I don't know what to do. I looked around and did not realize that my father-in-law had ended his phone call.

"Are you excited, Sadiya?" suddenly tanyanya. I flinched from my daydreams about how to change the design of this room. I immediately looked at him.

"My real name is Khanza .." I said unknowingly. Does this mean I have accepted them? I just realized that I felt less fitting when I heard Sadiya's name. The name Khanza sounds more peaceful in my ears.

My father-in-law looked at me confusedly and I explained what had happened. He was angry because I didn't tell him from the beginning, but he didn't mind it.

"See. You are our designer now. We will give you a project and you have to finish it well. For example, when a brand wants a design with a suit for men, you should design it. Sometimes you will be given small jobs like changing colors or adding extra details. Every project you do has to be different. Any question?" He asked me. I had a lot of questions, but I decided not to. I shook my head and he nodded.

"So, to introduce you to this work, I'll give you a new project. We'll get you an email and I'll send you details of what a brand wants. But first, I'll show you your office" he said, standing up. My eyes widened. Whahuh?

"The Office?" I stammered in disbelief. He just laughed and left. I followed him too. He went into a room. I look around. The room was huge and the walls were white. There was only a table and a few chairs inside.

"Don't look at it like that. This is your office, you can set it yourself as you want. I left some catalogs on your desk. Just choose which furniture and items you want. You can also paint the walls. Just write what you want and give it to Masara. After that, he'll order it, got it?" he said, and I could only nod. My eyes wandered through the room, looking for inspiration to design this room.

"Look, you're my daughter-in-law. That means you can rule and do whatever you want. But be disciplined, because if you don't, no one will listen to you. There are a lot of fools working here who will say unpleasant things because they are envious. Don't listen to them, let them get tired of talking, and they'll stop. Try to be strong. This business is really tiring and you will have a huge burden on your shoulders. If you don't act strong, you won't survive. I hope you understand" he said and I nodded.

"I have to go now, if you need anything just call number 317 and Masara will help you. Your laptop is there, Masara will make you an email, so just wait until he finishes it. Oh and, that hijab looks really good on you. Don't give up" he said as he walked away.

Too much information. Suddenly I was afraid. How about .. What if I can't do this. It's a lot of work, and I haven't even studied or anything.

I ignored that thought and went to my desk. I sit in a chair. It felt so strange, because it was the first time I sat in a place like this. I picked up the catalog and started looking through its contents. I was fascinated by all those designs, making new ideas pop into my brain. I guess, I'm gonna love this job ...

However, something seems wrong. Why haven't I received my email? However, it doesn't matter. I still have time to understand this system of work, and haven't started the project that I'm afraid of.

I entered a number to call Masara, because I was bored.

"Masara, come to my room. Now!" I yelled at him acting like a boss, just to tease him. It feels so weird, acting like a boss. Not like the old me.

"Okay, ma'am, I'll be there soon" he replied nervously.

I hung up the phone and laughed. He's so crazy. Did she really think I would be like that to her?

A few seconds later, the door of my room opened and a nervous Masara came in. When he saw my expression that was holding back laughter, he rolled his eyeballs, annoyed.

"You're really bod-"

"You talk, Masara ma'am. I don't tolerate words like this against me. I'm Khanza, Mr. Oesman's son-in-law," I said. I tried to continue my temptation and I saw her eyes widen. He wanted to say something but I preceded him to speak.

"Bas stupid, do you really think I would be like that against you? You are my best friend" I told him. Yeah, he's my best friend. Suddenly his expression changed and he immediately hugged me.

"I know you, I know you won't do that! I just want to scare you, you idiot!" it was so exciting, and we laughed. Then he looked at me. His eyes widened.

"You're so pretty wearing that hijab!" said it. I'm nodding.

"That looks so good on you! Come on, let's buy some more headscarves!" he said while pulling my hand.

I thought for a moment. I don't have a job yet and I don't think my boss will mind so I take my jacket and my bag and go with him.

***

I took all my clothes out of the closet. I took out new clothes and hijab from my bag. I looked around at which clothes I would be suitable to wear with my new headscarves.

I was feeling cold, so I was wearing Vian's thick sweater.

'You Only Live Once' was written on top of that sweater, making me not want to wear it. No one saw it, so why not?

Back then, I was angry at Vian for buying this. Because this writing doesn't seem right. We do not live only once, because there is still an afterlife, after we die.

I put my clothes back in the closet. I heard the front door open. I waited for Vian to come in. A few moments later, he went into the room.

"Hey .." I said. He just lifted his chin.

I rolled my eyeballs, then continued to put my clothes in the closet.

"What are you doing?" ask him in a less pleasant tone. So, the old Vian started coming back again for a while. No problem, I can handle it.

"Just make up my clothes" I replied without looking at him.

"When did you get all these clothes?" He asked me, because I never had much clothing. So, it was natural that he asked.

"Well, I've got a job now. So, your father told me to buy a nice new dress" I replied. He simply nodded and remained standing in the doorway.

"Are you hungry? I made some food, but it's cold. I can warm him up la-"

"I ate outside!" the answer. I'm staring. He's not the usual Vian. I never know where Vian used to eat. But, the Vian who is now always eats my cooking, no matter what. I know, she secretly likes my cooking.

"Oh .. Did you eat with Hamza?" my many. I was just trying to talk to him because it felt like we hadn't talked to each other in years. It's been so long, but it's only been a day.

"No! I'm with Liza" she replied.

Whahuh?