I heard the story of his past. I heard clearly from my mother's mouth. My hands started to feel cold as I was about to fight my emotional current.
My mother hid this story until I grew up.
How does my mother feel when she sees clearly? It is like a heart on fire.
"Then, what did you do at that time?"
"Was I a teenager then?"
My eyes stared at my mother while she held my hand tightly. "So I'm worried about you! Luckily, I managed to save your teenage years from your lecherous father's behavior."
"You'll never know if I don't tell you this, son!" he lightly shook my hand.
I approached my mother's body and hugged her tightly. How heartbroken it is after knowing that cruel past.
Mother can even still breathe and survive in such a situation. Even though my hands were shaking a little, my tears fell. But, on my dark side, my father's evil nature remains.
I seemed to be thinking of avenging my own father's actions.
My eyes narrowed, lips thinning. It's as if I'm starting never to see a father again.
"Mother, calm down! I will catch my father," I said and hugging my mother.
My hands are still patting my mother's back. I also feel whatever the mother feels. The thought of it was painful, let alone seeing it. I was frustrated when I heard the dark story of me.
I looked at the pink flowers up ahead. The color hypnotized me in an instant.
"While the flower is still blooming, it will smell good for mother," I said.
"I don't want to involve you! But your father's presence makes my mother tormented."
Those who enjoy committing heinous acts will not escape from the law. 'I promise, I promise to catch my father. Even if I have to run the news!' My muttering was so bold I no longer left my fear in this kind of situation.
"Mother, may I know who the girl is?" I asked mom.
Mother let go of my arms, "If you want to know, meet Dilan."
I was shocked when my mother said Dilan. I quickly got up and rushed over.
"Where are you going?" my mother screamed.
I turned to mom, "I'll see her."
I decided to meet Dilan in person. There must be something I can find from my mother's statement. My mother screamed in the back of my car, "Go home on time! I'm worried about you."
***
Dilan, I was standing in front of his house. My eyes stared at the fence of the house. Suddenly the person I wanted to meet was in front of my eyes.
The gate opened and, he appeared before me.
"Emir," he called.
"Can I come in?" I asked.
"Well, come on in! There is Riffat at my house," said Dilan.
I followed Dilan's footsteps into the house. He treated me kindly this time, "Sit down!"
Riffat came out and looked at me, "Hi!"
"Hi," I said.
I noticed his innocent face. From mental limitations, it made me very shaken. Dilan served me a drink. He also sat with me.
"What brings you here?" Dylan asked curiously.
"Can I not come here?" I turned to ask.
"B-brother, are you dating my sister?" continued Riffat.
"Hah!" I shouted turn to Riffat spontaneously said it.
"Riffat, come in!" Dylan asked.
"Eh, I'm sorry, Mira," said Dilan.
"It's fine. That's common with people like him. Who looks after him while you work?" I asked.
"I paid for a housewife. My sister is often scared, but she won't attack. So, my sister is a safe child."
"He is often angry and unclear, even lecturing me," said Dilan.
"Oh really?" I squeak.
"Am I lying?" Dylan widened his smile. I did make it back a bit like it used to be.
"Hey, do you think I don't know your brother?!" I complained.
"Oh, that's right."
Dylan shook his head.
My mind started to mess up this atmosphere. I suddenly remembered my mother's statement.
"Dilan, have you never been in touch with your older brother?" I asked spontaneously.
Dilan suddenly loosened his smile and looked at me seriously.
"Did you hear about my brother?" call Dylan.
"Ah, no. I was thinking about your brother," I said.
Dilan approached me with an innocent look, "Tell me! Did you see it?"
Dilan held my shoulder while shaking my body.
"Dilan, can you let me go?" I asked slowly.
"Oh, I'm sorry."
I looked at Dilan looked a little irritated. I don't know what he's been hiding all this time? I never even heard from her older sister. 'Is it true that the victim is her older sister?' I thought deeply.
"He has disappeared, until now I can't find him. Even after I became a policeman," said Dilan looking down.
"Dilan, is your brother a victim?" I shouted.
Dilan suddenly raised his chin, "Victim?"
"Yes, is your brother a victim of my father?" I asked again.
"If I tell you, will you keep this a secret?" please Dylan.
I gulped my saliva down my throat, "Yeah. I'll keep it a secret!"
Ting tong!
Suddenly the bell rang once, interrupting my thoughts and Dilan's statement. We rushed to see the guest that night. The door open The figure of a familiar man stood with his back to us.
"Hey!" he said as he looked up.
Jebran, it turned out to be him.
"Why are you here at night?" Dylan asked.
Jebran saw me already in the house and then looked back at Dilan. "I have something to tell you!"
Dilan suddenly pushed me towards Jebran until we were unnaturally close. "You have to get out of here!" Dylan screamed.
"Huh! Why?!" said Jebran.
"What is it?!"
I gazed in all directions.
"Your father!" call Dylan.
Jebran turned to look at the man who had already entered Dilan's fence. Mehmed stood up with a faint smile on his face. Jebran held my hand and hid behind his back.
"Don't bother your daughter!" said Jebran.
"Hahaha, what's your business with him?!" call Mehmed—my father.
I peeked at my father's expression might have changed slightly. His handsome face has faded with time. However, I can still see his cruel face behind that smile.
I went back into hiding and returned Jebran's grip.
Dilan watched me and, Jebran were close to each other without distance.
"Uncle, don't bother my friend! You're only dealing with me," Dilan joked a step forward.
However, Dilan's steps could not continue. Jebran is now protecting two people at once.
"I will also deal with you. This time, we will deal with each other!" break up Jebran.
Dilan looked at Jebran wryly, "What do you mean?!"
Jebran turned to look at Dilan with a smile, "Let's just say this is my apology to you."
"Why?"
"Why did you do it?"
Dylan frowned.
While I still feel afraid to look at these men. I wrapped my fear by daring myself in front of my father.
I let go of Jebran's grip, "Father."
"What do you want from me?!" call me.
These two men looked worried about me as they stood, in front of the two of them, Dilan and Jebran.
"Emira," Jebran called softly.
"Hahaha, you've finally grown up. Someone is waiting for you," said my father.
"I already know the rotten father!" I said.
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