Love Bersemi In Turkey
He's Very Different This Time

"Don't you think what you're going to do?!" Vian asked harshly. I can't believe what I'm hearing. The man who was always rude to me, this time standing up to protect me? I saw so much anger in his eyes, he was so scary. But not the fear I had in mind when I saw him this time.

"You don't have to interfere, Vian!" Husam said firmly. He tried to release his arm from Vian's grip. But Vian just gripped him tighter.

"You and your family left him! Sell him to me! And now you dare to touch it?! You are truly a terrible creature!" vian said still with his angry gaze.

Nah! That's not possible! Vian couldn't have done that for me! Is this just a dream? I really couldn't believe what I just heard from his mouth. He defended me? Protecting me? He's not on my side?

I turned my eyes to Salma. I saw his puffy eyes, disappointment clearly reflected in the look on his face. I blame myself. Salma should not have heard this.

" ... Husam!" Salma said softly while restraining her sobs. He looks very disappointed in my brother, Husam. Tears were pouring down his face.

"And the worst part is, you beat up Sadiya as if she was a boxing ball! You never cared for her, never cared for her or protected her like a sister. You tortured her as if she wasn't human!" Vian continued his words.

Salma stepped forward. He's so different now. Unlike the Salma I knew, Salma was always gentle.

"Is that true, Husam?" he asked as if in disbelief. He loves my brother so much, I know that. Suddenly I feel very guilty. It all happened because of me!

"No! That's not true ... That Vian-" I can't continue my words because Vian suddenly interrupted me.

"Shut up, Sadiya!" Vian said firmly. What does she want? He's made everything mess up. I can't see a sad Salma like that. He was the only friend I had.

Salma stepped forward to approach Husam. He looked into his eyes as if looking for something he could not find. Then he took off his ring and threw it at my brother, Husam.

My heart hurts to see it. That's not fair. Not fair to him.

"No .. " I said. However, Salma pulled my arm, wanting to take me away from them.

"Let's leave this place full of lies!" said me. I looked at him in wonder, he was crazy. He looks very calm. However, I could see the pain and anger in his eyes. I have to mend their relationship, not for my brother Husam, but for my best friend Salma.

"I can't, I have to go home with Vian. You go home first, I'll call you later,” I said slowly. I have to look after Vian. I'm afraid they'll start a fight. Somehow, I don't want to see Vian get hurt.

"No, you don't have to go home with him" he said, persuading me.

"I have to make sure they don't kill each other. My brother is very angry now," I said trying to make him understand. I saw my brother's eyes full of anger.

"Husam had nothing to fear, he was just a coward!" Salma began to curse with every swearing she knew. He stepped away to his car. After that I stepped up to go back to meet them.

Fear began to crawl my mind. I was afraid to think about what my family would do to me after this. I've made a big mess. I was trembling when I came back to them. I heard the screams of the people there. I heard the screams of my parents and my in-laws.

I was just about to enter the courtyard on the side of the house where they were. Suddenly I saw Vian walking towards me. He was so angry, I could see it from his eyes. He looked at me, then he grabbed my arm.

I followed him into the car. The car drove for a few moments in silence. I dare not say a word. I saw his hand occasionally clutching the steering wheel of the car. Until our car arrived in front of his house.

He got out of the car and I followed him. He then sat down on the stairs before the entrance of the house and held his head. He's acting weird. I feel better sitting there, next to him.

None of us spoke. I dare not start the conversation. Everything was quiet for quite a while. A few moments later I heard a voice from his mouth. A voice I never thought I would hear from him. My head turned towards him and saw him cry. He did not cry out loud. But her crying really surprised me.

My eyes were wide open, and I didn't know what to do. I never thought she could cry, let alone cry over something that had just happened. Crying for me? Ah, it's impossible! I got rid of that thought.

I tried to calm him down. I did what my grandmother always did to me when I cried, before she died. I grabbed her head and placed it on my chest and wrapped my arm around her shoulder, letting her cry in my arms.

I can't say anything. Though just asking what happened so he like that. He left me. He sat alone, bending his legs in front of his body, folding his hands over his knees. Then, drown his head on it. He still cries as much.

"They beat him every day, but he still survives" he said. I don't want to tell him anything, I want to see him keep talking. If I say anything, he'll stop. So I chose to be quiet and listen.

"He was too weak and helpless ... " He continued his words. I just sat there thinking, who is he talking about?

"His entire body was covered in bruises and purple patches from being beaten. He spoke as if he were talking to himself, not to me. I approached her, then placed my hand on her shoulder, hoping that I would be able to calm her down a bit. Even though he has been rude to me, he is also a weak human just like me. He's been through a lot of bad things like this. I will keep trying to calm him down.

I know, he really needs something that can calm him down at times like this.

"It's all because of me .. "he said slowly. His words confused me. What does he mean? Can't he beat her? That's not possible! He was silent for a moment. I really wanted to know who he was talking about. I wanted to ask, but I knew he wouldn't answer.

"Why ... ?" I ventured to ask because he did not continue.

Too bad, my question made him realize. He looked up and looked at me for a moment, after which he stood up. I stood there holding his hand, preventing him from leaving. I really wanted to talk to him and listen to his story. I know what it's like when people don't care about how we feel when we're hurt.

However, he just looked at me flatly then removed his hand from my grasp. I relented. I moved backwards, but suddenly I slipped. I almost fell down, but he quickly caught my body. She's staring. I saw sadness in his eyes. He took his hands off my body, making me stand alone. After that, he reached into his pants pocket and placed the house key in my hand. Then he stepped away somewhere. I don't think I need to ask where he's going. I'm afraid it'll just make him angry.

I opened the door with the key she gave me. I stepped in. I rushed to my room. The prepared room was separate from him, even though I was his wife. But I knew enough myself, I realized that I was no one to him.

When I just wanted to take my pajamas from my little closet. I accidentally saw a book in the closet. I took it, and I saw a little Qur'an. The Qur'an is not mine. But it belonged to my grandmother that she also got from others. It's been a long time since I touched her.

I rushed to the bathroom to pick up ablution. I put my hijab back on and my long skirt. Then I took the Qur'an, and brought it to the middle room. I sat on the couch staring at the Qur'an. I remember when my grandmother taught me to teach. She stayed with me in my room until death to pick her up. My heart felt sobbing when I remembered it. I took a deep breath and shook my head. I opened the Qur'an and began to read Joseph, my favorite letter.

Just as I read it until mid-mail, I heard the sound of the front door opening. But, I didn't care about it, I continued my reading until I realized Vian had been near me. I hurriedly finished my reading and I finally said "Aamiin" after I finished reading it. I immediately closed it and hid the Qur'an beside me because I was afraid that he would take it.

He stepped into the living room, the smell of alcohol emitting out sharply from his body. It stings when the smell goes into my nose. He stepped towards me, making fear run through my body. Suddenly he sat in front of me, under my feet. The smell of alcohol returned from his body, making me feel disgusted. However, I saw her eyes blushing and puffy. He looked at me deeply, so that my heart could not bear to see his sadness.

"Can you ... Can you read it again?" tanyakanya. My eyes sparkled hearing his question. Like I couldn't believe what he just said. I was really surprised by it. He wants me to read it again? Doesn't he himself not believe in God and he does not profess his own religion?