He seemed to take me flying, away from the memories of the past that stopped my vision of the future. Seizing the future by leaving scars, but not arriving. And none of that happened to me. I think that I am one of the luckiest women in this world.
The only woman who was almost humiliated, abandoned, buried in events that could corner themselves on the bad side. It could even be worse than this. I am the luckiest woman right now.
I saw the man walking in front of me down the parking lot. I smiled at the dark blue-blue shirt. I followed his steps to the front door of a room.
"This is my house, next month I will move from here," he said.
"Oh, why?" I asked.
Jebran opened the door of his house, I followed his tail which had already entered. I gaped and glared at the room filled with adult men of Jebran's age. I pointed my index finger at each one.
"You guys here?" I said surprised.
"Hey! Why didn't you tell me that Emira was here?!" Wilson grumbled, wearing only a white singlet. My eyes blinked slowly, then my body turned towards the back. Wilson approached me, "Hi!"
"Woi! Come on, quickly get dressed!" Jebran screamed pulling Wilson's muscular body and had hair on his chest.
I closed for a moment, then Jebran turned my shy body. Jebran lowered his head watching me closing my eyes. "He's gone," Jebran snorted.
"Ah!" I shouted opening my eyes.
"Sit down!" Jebran said.
"Riffat is in the room, do you want to see it?" bargained Jebran.
My eyes follow his forefinger to the side of my arm. I nodded, "Yeah!"
"Jebran, why did you bring that weirdo?!" grumbled the man at the end of the sofa. I remember the man chewing peanut shells with his fizzy drink. I frowned, thinking.
"That's Zaffer," Jebran said patting my shoulder, who had taken a seat.
I looked up at Jebran who was starting to look cold. I got up from my seat, "I want to see it."
"Please!" Jebran said stretching out one hand.
Without waiting for time, I grabbed hold of the doorknob of the restroom. When I started to enter, Wilson saw me already entering the room.
"Riffat," I called to a helpless young man. He hugged his knees as he covered his head into his knees.
I approached him who was cornered and felt the fear. "Riffat ..." he whispered.
My hand started to greet him and rested on his shoulder. It moves and backs off slowly. His eyes did not dare to look at me, she let go of her knees while ducking in fear.
"It's me!"
"Emira," I said approaching her.
His head rose slowly, I also expected something from him, namely an answer or a greeting. He watched my face, I raised an eyebrow at the weak Riffat.
I painted a smile and stretched my hand forward, "it's me, Emira!" I explained.
Her brows quivered and began to pucker a little. His eyes were so speechless. I saw the figure to the suffering.
"Calm down! Don't be afraid!" I came closer and touched his hand. I squeezed Riffat's hand gently.
His hands were so cold, even colder than mine. Colder than my fear looked into Endru's eyes.
I grabbed Riffat's body and hugged him, my hand gently patting his back. I slowly shed tears. He groaned in fear as he shrunk.
"I-I, am scare!" he groaned.
This mentally retarded young man misses his mother so much. And I pretended to be a mother figure to her.
He's so much older than me, we're ten years apart. It's like a child who never feels happy.
Jebran entered this room, and I turned around. He noticed me, and approached us.
"Emira," he called.
"He's scared," I said.
I also let go of Riffat's body which still looks sad. I got up from the small bed, and turned to look at Jebran. "Has he eaten?" I asked.
"My friend fed him," Jebran said.
"Huh! Did they take care of it?" I asked curiously.
"Okay my friend?!" he praised.
"Hahaha," I giggled while patting his shoulder.
"For your sake! I did it for you. I thought he was Dilan's sister, but I did it for you. Because he has no one, so I will do it," said Jebran, dimming his smile.
His gaze looked serious again not kidding. My eyes slowly lowered, but tried to rise to reply. "Thank you," she whispered.
"Remember! Tomorrow you have hours of work." Jebran suddenly reminded me while patting my shoulder. He rushed from the room.
I saw Riffat, who was sitting still as before. "Riffat, I'll be back. So don't be afraid of him, he's a good person!" I whispered.
Riffat nodded slightly. I also felt relieved when I saw his response, even if it was only a nod once.
I closed the door slowly.
***
Mehmed finally managed to escape from the dangers of the attack of the young troops. He looked up at the view from the top of the high mountains. Someone approached him. Mehmed had his back to his hands.
"Who was that young man from yesterday?"
"How dare he mess things up!" Mehmed grumbled.
The man approached Mehmed, a man his age. "He is a young CEO!" the man said.
"Did you forget that young man five years ago?" fight the man.
Mehmed frowned "who?!"
"He is the son of the famous master Carlos!" said the man.
Mehmed suddenly widened his eyes when the name Jebran actually revealed the truth. What's this? A new mystery?
Mehmed turned to the man with glaring eyes. "Are you kidding?!"
"Can I be fooled by him?!"
"He was the one who had refused your invitation!" the man call.
"But, why didn't he recognize me then?!" thought Mehmed frowning. Something that made him think.
"You never saw him then, did you? You ordered me to ask him." The man gave a very strong conviction.
"Then this is a great opportunity!" Mehmed call.
"Hahaha, how is that possible? He even refused your invitation," grumbled the man.
"I know the best way now. I'll send someone else," suggested Mehmed.
"But, I heard he also has a good relationship with some great people!"
"I think it will be difficult to fight the young man," the man retorted.
"Yasar," Mehmed said to the man.
It turned out that this man was someone Jebran knew at that time. Yasar, is a man who has a bad relationship with Jebran.
What is this about?
"Make him complacent. Find out his relationship with my daughter!" Mehmed ordered the man named Yasar.
"Hmm, fine!" Yasar said.
Yasar knows and knows Jebran in many ways. Even Jebran acted the same way. The two are related, but not to live a good life. Will Jebran be caught in this big problem?
Then, what will happen if Jebran meets Yasar?
***
I looked up at the sky from outside the courtyard of Jebran's apartment. We saw the sea from a distance. My eyes saw Jebran standing under the trees. I walked and approached him focused staring at the waves on the beach.
Jebran's apartment is very satisfying.
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