Tarnished Before Accident
Dusk at the End of Istanbul

Hello, how are you?

Is this book still on your bookshelf?

Wow, really cool if it's still 😆😆

There is nothing wrong with othor writing that is annoying, emotionally draining, and it feels right reading to throw HP. 🤣🤣

Well, if you miss, there's good news. Consider it happy 🤭🤭

Incidentally there is a race in Noveltoon that the author follows. And this manuscript has long been languishing in my head. Really want to be issued so as not to be boils 😂😂

Before, the othor wanted to make sure, someone wanted to read, right? If not, bring back the script. 😁😁

Okay, look, yuuk, the story that makes us ready Par*mex because it makes a headache. A lot of tissue or dry canoebo to wipe the tears. Eits, don't throw away her tears. Who knows if it will become a pearl. 😁😁😁

Okay, cusss, let's get to the beginning of the chapter ...

"Between being dumped and being ignored, there is something else that is in fact much more painful, which is .. forgotten."

~Senja at Istanbul~ End

"Mir!"

A call from the direction of the living room made me rush to turn off the water tap after being satisfied to vomit all the food that had entered my stomach. I washed my face so as not to look tangled before finally drying it with a towel draped over the hanger.

"Let's Aunty, Non!" Bi Rumi held me back who was about to move. "Non Aira is vomiting. Let Auntie meet you, sir."

"No papa, Bi. Aunty here just mengelajutin cut vegetables. Let Mas Hamish be Aira's business." I smiled at him, showing that I was okay.

"But, Non, outside there ...."

Before Bi Rumi continued her sentence, I interrupted immediately. I know where the middle-aged woman's talking is going. "No papa, Bi. Just relax, yeah!"

I left Bi Rumi, walking a little quickly towards the living room where the man who had been calling my name was, then stopped right beside her sitting.

"What's up, Mom?"

All eyes are on me. There were as many as five people including the man who had the status of "my master". Some of them looked at me with a gaze I could not define. I immediately lowered my gaze, choosing to scout the floor instead of returning the gazes of everyone there.

"Make a drink for the four of them. Also the snacks you usually make. Sofie, what do you want to drink?"

I turned my eyes towards the woman called Sofie. The beautiful dimpled woman with dense black wavy hair smiled at me.

From the look on her face, Sofie looked uneasy saying it, but then her lips said, "White water only. Water is good for health. Aye, right?"

I smiled at the compliment. Even when he said without looking at me, at least he began to acknowledge my advantages in terms of cooking.

"If we want what made Mister Aira always like," always one of the men—friend Mas Hamish—who was immediately responded with another nod.

But it was different with Sofie.

"But, Mom, I don't like eating fried foods. I'm afraid of fat and spotty. Food is not good for health. I don't want to get sick, especially if we're engaged soon. Aye, right?"

Whether intentional or not, that sentence should not be heard. Unfortunately, my current position forced me to hear everything because I was still waiting for the clarity of the command.

The man smiled. A sweet and charming smile. A smile I've never seen in a long time. "Make them fruit juice. For me and Sofi enough water."

I nodded obediently, a rush passed from there. Just as my feet passed behind the dividing pillars between the living room and the inside of the house, Mas Hamish's voice rang out again. "You're fat and you're still pretty. I'll keep marrying you."

That sentence .... Yes, that sweet-sounding sentence is actually enough to make my heart hurt. Like there's a slashing searing sembilu. So poignant it hit directly on the chest. Unknowingly tears trickled down the cheeks. Kuhela took a deep breath before finally exhaling.

"Come, Aira! Youcan. You can do it."

Many times these lips encourage themselves, trying to strengthen the heart to be able to live all. Fate turns out to be so easily overturned in the blink of an eye. And everything happened to me. To my little family.

Kuseret legs are suddenly lazy to go to the kitchen pantry to make a drink as a feast of guests who have been waiting. It only takes no more than ten minutes, three glasses of avocado juice and two glasses of water are presented on the tray. I quickly set out to return to the living room to serve the drink I just finished making.

After putting the drink on the table, I chose to leave. While walking, I glanced at the two of them who were laughing loosely, looking cheerful. The eyes of the man glinted happily. I'm glad to see it. However, it is not true that right now my heart is fine. The charming smile that a month ago was engraved just for me, now moved on the beautiful figure that had attracted her heart.

Kuremas ends my gamis, holding a heart that is running low on a wait that never has certainty. As soon as it passed from there, I heeded the ears so that they would no longer hear their joking jest that could hurt my feelings.

Until nightfall, when this body began to get tired and want to rest, the sound of knocking on the door of the room made me close my eyes. Grabbing the instant veil and wearing it, I got out of bed and got out of bed to open the door immediately.

"Mas ... Hamish?" My lips said softly, surprised to see the arrival of the man these nights into my room. His face was still cold, always expressionless when dealing with me.

Without warning, he suddenly grabbed my hand wrapped in a long-sleeved shirt. I was a little jolted by his strange treatment. However, then the man placed a wound ointment on top of my open palm. "Yesterday I saw your hand exposed to hot oil. I happened to stop by the pharmacy this afternoon and buy this. I hope your wounds heal soon."

I looked at the scar ointment she gave with a pushy look. "Hi, sir, it is not my sick hand, but my heart." But I can only say in my heart. Both corners of my lips were then drawn curving upwards after receiving it. "Thank you" I said.

He simply replied with a nod, then just left. Unknowingly my tears came back. Just the little attention he gave made my heart trimming. There was a kind of oasis that suddenly flowed on my feelings that almost molested. I looked at his back that had moved away and was disappearing from behind the wall.

We are like strangers who only know and rarely greet. There is no love, especially love. There's a wall between us that I can't break. With a remnant of energy, I tried to reach and reach for it.

As he stared at his shadow away, in my inner silence spoke, "Between being cast away and being ignored there is something that is in fact much more painful, that is. .. forgotten."

My name is Humaira Sheza. And in my story, I write as a small note witness how I struggle in taking my husband's love back.