Love Bersemi In Turkey
Meet My Dad

"What?" ask me in a slow voice. So right, he'll go back to the girl.

"I need an answer from him. So, I have to talk to him, I still need him" he said.

I didn't respond to his words. Because I can't say anything more. I know, it's just an excuse he made, because he just wanted to spend more time with the girl.

"And don't wear my things anymore" he said in a displeased tone.

I didn't want to argue with him, so I just nodded. Usually, I get hurt. But now no, because this pain is very small compared to the others.

"OK .." I said.

I think he's gonna get out of the room right now, and it turns out to be true. After she left, I threw the hijab that was in my hand onto the bed. I sat quietly by the bed. I looked in the mirror in front of me.

"Of course he'll come back to her. Do you think he wants a weak ugly girl, if he can get a beautiful and strong girl?" I said to myself.

I shook my head. I know it's true. However, I won't think about it anymore. I will make a change in my life. If I had to live without Vian, I would.

I took my phone and called Kenzo. I want to hear his voice.

"Hello?" I heard his voice from across the street. I closed my eyes and waited a few seconds.

"Kenzo, I want to meet dad. Can you take me to see him?" my many.

I don't know why I said that. Those words seemed to just come out of my mouth, automatically, without my first thought. Lately it has often been.

"Ok, I'll be there soon" he said, then I ended the call.

I changed my clothes and put on the hijab. I want to see what Vian's reaction will be like. I took a deep breath and walked into the living room.

Vian. He was silent like a statue. I cleared my throat, and he gasped in shock.

"Where are you going?" tanyakanya. I rolled my eyeballs lazily. I know, he's gonna ask that.

"I'll meet my father .." I told him and he nodded.

"Why are you wearing that?" He asked me. I rolled my eyes at him.

"I think you know better. You used to be a hafiz. You should know better, why I'm wearing this" I replied, and he just rolled his eyeballs.

I know that she knows that I'm wearing this to hide my beauty. This is for our own safety and so as not to appeal to others. Our beauty is only for our husband, so a husband should not see another woman who is not his muhrim. That's what I read in a book. I see, Vian was just staring straight ahead.

"Do you want to come?" I asked him and he just shook his head. I looked towards the wall clock, about ten minutes away, Kenzo was coming.

I walked over to Vian and sat down beside him. I took her hand, but she brushed me off.

"Do you want to talk?" I asked her, but she just shrugged her shoulders. I know he wants it, but he can't trust anyone right now. I know it.

"I used to be okay with him, too. Now look, how it ends," he said cynically. I sighed then grabbed her chin with both hands for her to turn towards me.

"Do you want her back with you? Do you want to divorce me and go back to the girl, so that everything comes back 'fine'?" my whiskey. However, Vian did not budge.

"Vian, do you want to go back with him?" ask him, with a stronger voice.

Had enough. I want to change my life, but I can't do that. When I saw him bewildered like this, I was also confused. He threw away his face, not knowing what to say.

"You don't even know it, do you?" cynical kataku.

"I'm leaving!" I said while putting on my shoes and grabbing my jacket, walking out of the house.

Don't think about it. Don't think about it. Everything will be fine, I told myself as I waited for Kenzo. A few moments later, he came. He got out of his car.

"Are you ready?" He asked me a little unsure. I nodded and went to the car with him.

...***...

Now, we're in front of the hospital. Why are we here? I feel my hands trembling. I played my own fingers, my palms were cold.

My heart was beating so fast, I felt like I was going to faint. I took a deep breath, then followed Kenzo who had already taken a step ahead of me. He looked at me, then smiled sadly. I smiled back. I feel a little better.

O God, let everything be fine. Give us strength and help me. I can only trust You so please help me God, I pray in my heart.

Yessin asked the woman sitting behind the table, after which we started walking again. I couldn't hear anything, it seemed like all I heard were voices in my own head. The other voices just vanished.

As I walked, I felt someone pull on my arm, then weave their fingers with mine. I smiled after I found out who it was. Vians!

We continued walking until Kenzo stopped in front of a room. Without saying anything, he opened the door and entered. I took a breath and took a step as well. My feet feel heavy. I felt nervous, sad, and angry mixed into one.

I kept walking until I saw that face. The face that looked at me with wide eyes. I approached him and stood there at the end of the bed. We kept looking at each other for a long time, unable to say anything. He looks similar to Kevin.

"Assalamualaikum," I said. He just moved his head a little, still unable to speak.

"I'm Khanza, and this is my husband" I said, staring at Vian.

Vian looked at me and smiled. I smiled back, then looked back at the man. His eyes widened and he looked at Vian, then looked at our intertwined fingers, then looked back at me.

"Dad .. say something" Kenzo said as he sat next to him. Kenzo then turned to look at us.

"Dad had cancer. After hearing that you died, Mom and Dad had a big fight and misunderstood each other until they divorced. Dad has been in this room for two years, until now" Kenzo said in a trembling voice.

I immediately felt bad. Just because of me, everyone gets in trouble. I looked at him guiltily and he shook his head.