The Light of Hope in the Turkish Sky
Turkish

..."We are the authors of your own destiny, so determine your best destiny"...

...— Zafir Ashraf Hayyan...

Salma sat in the waiting chair bored and inevitably had to wait for her brother. Turkey is experiencing winter, this is the first time Salma will witness the sprinkling of ice in his life.

"Hopefully my guess is not wrong. Plis hopefully the expectations that I will get here are not PHP," he said while swinging his legs like a Kindergarten child.

Salma's phone shook, 10 missed calls from her brother. Hasbi. With a quick movement of the taut fingers it presses the phone icon.

"Hello. Which brother is a long time ago," complained Salma when his phone was connected.

"Which one is it? As far as the eye can see" Hasbi replied from across the street.

"Relatedly? I am the one who is nyari lo. Lo take what?" ask Salma.

"Pack jeans are the same slick jacket," replied Hasbi.

"Which wey, many who use it bang. Ish," complains Salma with his mainstay sullen face.

"Let's find yourself and I'll wait outside" Hasbi finally broke up.

"Oh yes, I'm out" Salma replied, turning off the phone.

Salma walked over while dragging the suitcase. His gaze swept across the corner of the lobby. The net is glued to the man who wears a thick navy jacket while playing his phone.

"Dragon!" salma shouted while waving her hands. Hasbi who heard the loud voice of her sister turned her head and returned the wave of the hand.

"Weh, are you ready?" asked Hasbi while looking at Salma from head to toe. Underlings of jeans, rib t-shirts and fur cardigan combined with matching colored crinkle pashmina made Hasbi a little surprised.

Salma rolled her eyes lazily. "Kii ni sipi, adek lo lah. Amnesia?" the upset.

Hasbi scratched her non-itchy nape. "Finally you who I know have not used a maniezz hijab, pantes aja I did not meet earlier."

"Damn alesan. Brought me my suitcase, counted my apologies for ngaret" said Salma, handing over her suitcase.

"Because of my mood again baek yaudah deh I participate," said Hasbi agreed. He also dragged Salma's suitcase to put in the car.

"Lo pick me up with a bang car?" salma asked as she watched her brother stuff the suitcase into the trunk.

Hasbi closed the luggage door violently. "I'm afraid I'll pick you up with a helicopter noh" he joked. Salma stared at the cynical Hasbi in response.

"Well, don't you see?" checkmate continued.

Salma showed off her row of white teeth. "But it's snow bang, I think there's no vehicle that goes," he said.

"Lo forgot? Just spring again. The sun was too bright, although it was not clear. Two weeks to go in the spring. Good thing you datengnya fit, the airport may not be closed. So you can go back to Indonesia," explained Hasbi.

"Alah, I did not return, I sincerely bang," replied Salma lightly. Recognizing the presence of seeds of tension between them made Hasbi divert the conversation.

"Jaudah the hunt is in. Hunting so Elsa lo outside for a long time," said Hasbi.

"Elsa gauh," Salma repeated with a small laugh. Hasbi smiled at the laughter. The laughter she missed. The car drove to the apartment where Hasbi lived.

.........

Hasbi opened the door to her apartment. The apartment is not far from Istanbul University, where Hasbi studied. And certainly not too far from the two icons of Istanbul, the Blue Mosque and Hagia Sophia.

"I'm the lager" Salma complained as she held her stomach.

"Lo take a shower first let me masakin. Suitcase you bring your own. Your room is the second door" said Hasbi.

"That's not really ye lo," said Salma.

"Lo want me to make it? If you want to recite it already. Bocil bocil," taunted Hasbi.

"Although puh sepuh. Yes, yes I did," replied Salma as she entered her room.

The smell of cuisine with typical Turkish spices is very foreign in the sense of smell of Salma. His stomach was constantly beeping for fuel.

Seeing his brother who was enthusiastic to eat made Hasbi moved to serve his cooking.

"What's this guy called? It looked strange but it smelled good" asked Salma with all her pussiness.

"This is the end of the month's boarding boy" Hasbi replied. Salma looked at her brother, doubtful.

"Which eak? Yakali nasgor uses nuts. Not really Indonesia" he argued.

Salma shrugged her shoulders unconcerned, she stuffed the food into her mouth. It tastes quite good, Salma did not expect after living abroad her brother became an impromptu chef.

"Enak also lo bang cuisine. Chef is impromptu," said Salma in between his chews.

Hasbi shook her head slowly seeing her sister not applying the ethics of eating without talking. "Lo, let's take the dessert."

Nohutlu Pilav, who was full on Salma's plate, is now just a spoon. The food has now moved perfectly into Salma's stomach.

"Lo laper what do you think? It's really smooth," Hasbi sneered as he placed the baklava in front of Salma.

"Both hehe. Weh what is it?" salma asked while looking at the tempting food in front of her.

"Baklava, Turkey's nut-flavored toast," Hasbi replied as she ate a piece of baklava she prepared for him.

"But mulu mulu dah feeling, ntar I care for your responsibilities," said Salma.

"What do I care?" a very sad answer from Hasbi. Salma just rolled her eyes lazily.

"Ntar was a bit bad luck to the blue mosque yuk bang," asked Salma.

"May, but if I had an impromptu show how?" asked Hasbi a little doubt.

Salma tapped her chin. "Gue went there myself, I'm a super duper brave boy," he replied lightly.

"Ntar lo stray me how do I?" hasbi.

"Gue is no longer a boy ye bang. Relax, still have a cell phone. If there's anything I'm telling you," replied Salma. Hasbi nodded in agreement.

In accordance with Salma's will, he was now preparing to go explore the city of Istanbul. The city he first visited after several years of living in the hustle and bustle of his native land, Indonesia. With a simple outfit Salma also departed. The weather is bright enough to just take a walk.

"Do you want me to anterin ga cil?". Hasbi offered herself.

Salma looked at her brother. "I want to go for a walk, I told you too. You have a show, I'm fine" he replied.

"OK, careful. If there's any news of me," Hasbi said.

"Yaaaaa my most handsome brother," Salma replied as she pinched Hasbi's cheek.

"Sick woy," complains Hasbi.

"Hahaha, drug bang. I go first," said Salma as she walked away.

During a roughly eleven-minute walk, Salma finally reached Sultan Ahmed Park. He should have seen the beautiful green grass, but now it was covered with snow.

"It's a pity, but the mosque is beautiful. Where I was, Hagia Sophia what the Blue Mosque was. Hm Blue Mosque first," muttered Salma monologue.

Salma checked her camera. He loves to capture moments. His interest in journalism has made him proficient in photography, videography and thypography over time.

"Gue must be a photo of the mosque first new selfie," he murmured.

Salma started to set the camera settings. Starting from ISO, Shutter Speed and Aperture to find the right composition. Accidentally when he was focusing a young man nudged his shoulder so that his camera fell.

"MY CAMERA MAMA," cried reflex that was able to make some people see it.

"Aseefs. Accidentally" said the young man.

"Walk with your eyes!! My camera is broken because of you. Aihh yes forgot where you can speak Indonesian," said Salma.

"Gue can do it, and I'm sorry for your camera. I'm not being deliberately honest" said the young man.

Salma glared at hearing the interlocutor was a WNI like her. "Well, change now my camera. I'm not going to apologize, what will I wear later," he said.

"Lo has hp, right? Well you use it, bothered very neng," chirped lightly.

"I have long been I've been geprek too yaa," said Salma.

"Zafir, Zafir Ashraf Hayyan. Lo?"

"There is nothing." Salma answered with a pacifier.

Meanwhile Zafir smiled at her. "Don't yell this is a public place. Do you want me to be considered a criminal?"

Salma frowned. "Wasn't it? You've ruined my camera. I don't want to know about compensation now. Shucks!"

"Lo hasn't answered my question. After you answer, I will compensate" replied Zafir.

"Salma, Salma Zulaikha Marwa. Well where's the money?" salma said as she raised her hand.

Again Zafir smiled at the behavior of the girl in front of him. "Yes, I fix it all. Make my apology, you want me to tour the blue mosque?"

Salma seemed to think for a moment. "Okay, Deal," he replied in agreement.