My Ottoman Girl

Flashback 4 years ago

My mind wandered to 4 years ago, when I began to set foot into this Land of the Pyramids. The charm of this country really made me fall in love so I seduced Dad into letting me go to college here.

With a heavy heart father released the departure of his eldest son. My real father has prepared me for college at Dad's PERSADA Campus. This campus is indeed made for fathers for underachieving children. Scholarships are awarded here periodically.

I do not want to not go to college here but I want to try science in other countries so that my science develops and I can charity on this campus later.

I did take part in teaching at this campus after returning from Cairo. Only once a week I ask for a schedule to teach economics and trade here because the rest I take care of my company. It's not in vain that I got the LC title behind me hehehe. And of course, Mom and Dad are very proud of me.

Back again about my Alma mater Campus in Cairo is very make me feel at home so I ended up S2.

The first day of college I had a bad luck. When I was about to go to campus I was hit by a mischievous biker. However, recklessness seems less precise in the name because indeed the motorcyclist in the city of Giza is almost all spur his motorbike at high speed and not using a helmet.

Traffic order here is very bad and only realized it on the first day.

I slammed on the shoulder of the road. The distance from saqqah (apartment /contract) to my campus is quite close about 10-15 minutes on foot. Indeed I deliberately sought that close to the consideration of time and cost.

Even though Dad forced me to buy a car, I didn't feel the need. I want to feel like a student who can feel the thrill of getting on and off the bus, tremco (public transport) and tuk tuk (a type of bajaj noisy because almost all tuk tuk here ringing a liberating disco arab) can be imagined how exciting my adventure in this country.

I just don't want to always trouble dad, yeah maybe one day I need a car I can ask him directly but right now it's not.

My body slammed on the shoulder of the road and my knee hit the asphalt. It was fortunate that when I rolled over I could still protect my head with both my hands if there was no way my head would have suffered a concussion...

" Astaghfirulloh things adzim ! iyi the efendim machine? " a young girl approached me.

He walked with one of his female friends. And squat down to help build me up.

I don't understand what he's saying. Then I hinted with my face grimacing in pain.

"Sorry I don't know what you mean" I replied in English.

I studied in this country only 2 languages. It's English and Arabic but I prefer to use English because almost everyone here can.

For a moment the girl hesitates to answer and she gives an answer.

"Oh Sorry, I guess u understand turkeys" he said.

I shook my head while grimacing in pain. That one lady helped collect my diktat scattered in the street.

Then the girl who helped me get up had asked me to sit on the sidewalk.

"You must be careful walking here, because here there are so many incidents due to hit-and-run" he said. He advised me to be more careful walking here because there are frequent hit-and-runs.

Then he took out a bottle of mineral water from his backpack and washed my scuffed, bloody arm. Then he cleaned it with the tissue in his bag.

I grimaced with the pain that my arm was scratched hard. Then my legs ached, I prayed that my legs wouldn't break.

A moment later he spoke to his friend in a turkish language that I did not know the meaning but obviously after that his friend called someone.

"well thank you for your help miss.." I said thank you.

" okay nevermind.my name Aygul Dilara burcu. You can call me Aygul or Dilara. What's your name sir? " he said to introduce himself.

European girls are different from our shy girls.

"Oh my name is Bramantyo Hafizuddin Brisendra, and you can call me Hafiz or Bram" I replied.

He asked me where my country came from and I answered from Indonesia. He was flabbergasted as if he did not believe me from Indonesia because as far as he knew he was Indonesian, mostly brown skin while my skin was very yellow like Vitnam or Philippine people.

Aygul's friend was named Ayse, and they both came from the Ottoman state aka Turkey. The brands are both as pervasive as I am. He said he had called medics on campus and that in a moment there would be medical help from them.

Ayse helped collect some of my diktats, While Aygul himself helped me stand. 2 men Medics on campus came with a gurney. Then I was on a stretcher to the clinic located inside the campus.

Thank God my wounds are not so bad. Both my arms were scuffed red berets and my legs sprained. If it happened in Indonesia, I would have taken me to the masseuse..

Ughhhh...

suddenly I missed my mother's gentle figure..

(Conversations between Hafiz and Aygul and his friends in Egypt will be Author translate Indonesian yes reader 🤭 )

I'm still lying in the clinic bed. The doctor still told me to rest so that my energy would recover immediately.

Ohya I have a friend from Indonesia who is quite familiar with me. We got acquainted while queuing at the Immigration office. And I offered him to join me in an apartment.

His name is Zein he alumni of boarding school in Lirboyo Kediri who excels. The scholarship that brought him to college here. Because fellow overseas we finally got along.

We have been living in Giza City for 1 month. I freed her to pay for the apartment because I still got more than enough money from my dad.

Zein's father was a farmer in his village. Because Zein's simplicity makes me feel like he can be my best friend while overseas.

Zein took medical college. Zein is so good that I'm so happy to be his friend. This morning Zein left first because he had a need for adminiatration at the campus secretariat.

I was talking to Zein on the phone.

" Zeen Assalamualaikum. You where? Can you help me for a second? "

" Alaikum salam Hafiz. I'm at the library. Today I'm free. Can I help you ? " answer Zein.

" Emm.I'm at the campus clinic. Can you come here for a minute ?I need your help, friend" I deliberately didn't tell you about the incident that happened to me because I didn't want him to worry too much.

The two girls who helped me earlier were still waiting faithfully for me. I feel guilty because of it.

"Thank you again Miss Aygul and Miss Ayse you have helped me." My words again feel bad because they helped me make them unable to attend college.

"It's our duty Mr. Hafiz" Ayse replied sincerely.

" Ohya, did you study at this college? " ask Aygul breaking the silence

"really. I'm a freshman and this is my first day to study." Answer me

Aygul sighed as if he was concerned.

" I am also a freshman here.we are both in the faculty of Economics and Commerce" he said again

I was surprised by his words. It turns out to be a sweet coincidence.

" I also majored in that. And don't call me Master. I think we're almost the same age. " I was a little uncomfortable hearing him call me Sir.

"Well I'll call you Hafiz. " the answer. Ayesa sat on the bench in front of my bed. Aygul remained standing beside my bed.

Soon the clinic door was knocked and a handsome face stood up. He said his greetings and then Aygul let him in.

She's Zein my apartment's friend.

"Masya Allah Fiz. What the hell happened to you? Why battered like this? " said worried.

Ayesa explained the details of the hit-and-run chronology I had experienced.

He looked sad and he helped me sit down. And look again at my wounds that were in bandages.

"All right, let me take you back to the apartment. You better rest in the room. Later I will take care of your permission to the lecturer. " Said to offer. I nodded in agreement with her.

He was allowed to borrow a car from his senior alumni in Lirboyo who had settled in Giza and married there.

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After the incident I had to rest for 6 days in the apartment. For the daily activities Zein painstakingly helped me. He even called a massage therapist who understood the veins to my apartment. I wonder why he knows this masseuse, and he is also an Indonesian who has lived in Egypt for a long time.

When I ordered Mr. Tarhim his name told me that he had lived here for about 20 years. Besides him being a masseuse it turns out he is a driver at a catering company here. Sorting only as a hobby that later became a source of additional income in addition to salary as a driver. Zein knows Sir. Tarhim while in his senior's house.

Mr. Tarhim's massage made me groan in pain. Sometimes I scream I can't stand it.

" Hold Den Nice, it will first hurt once. Especially after last night after the massage. But God willing 2 or 3 days later Den Bagus will be healthy again" said Mr. Tarhim as his hands continued to massage my legs.

I gripped the edge of my bed. Zein smiled at me like a kid.

He made us 2 cups of black coffee and a packet of bread.

After the sorting event was over I invited Mr. Tarhim to drink his coffee. Ohya this coffee brought Zein from his village. Her mother concocted and mashed our own favorite drink. I had never met Zein's parents, but I felt their closeness and affection when Zein called. Both of his parents were very grateful to me because I allowed Zein to stay

disni-free.

I feel grateful to have friends in a place far away from my family so that my closest family now is Zein.

In less than 7 days I was healed. And as long as I don't attend the course Aygul gives me notes from the lecturer who has recorded it. I had exchanged phone numbers with her after from the clinic and she diligently gave me her notes.

On the 9th day I recovered as usual and I was ready to go to college again.

Before entering the class, you have been to my lecturers and explained my health condition. They also understood because I also got a letter of rest from the clinic.

I don't think I've had a semester at this college. Many unique experiences that I have been through while living in this country of Rhamses. I have a lot of friends I know from different countries. So far I have been amazed by the greatness of God as in his words which read :

QS AND RUM: 22

And among the signs of His power is to create the heavens and the earth and the different languages and colors of your skin. Verily, there are signs for those who know"

QS. Al Hujarat verse 13

Translation of Meaning: O people, We have created you from a man and a woman and made you peoples and tribes so that you may know one another. Verily, the noblest among you, by Allah, is the most feared among you. Verily, Allah is All-Knowing, All-Knowing.

Allah is Most High in all His Word.

I enjoy every moment of my time here. I started to learn a lot of different cultures from other countries from my college friends.There is an Emir from Malaysia, Ada Abizar from Pakistan.

Even I also have friends from other majors because of Zein. So far we have always helped and helped each other. She was already considered my eldest brother because she was a year older than me.

Sometimes we spend time off with a group of Indonesian students living in dormitories. Eat together on the banks of the Nile and enjoy its signature cuisine. I like the best of his grilled koftah. During the weekend with Zein, Emir and Abisar my single campus friends we spent until night trying various kinds of culinary in various restaurants.

Not infrequently I invite them to walk to another city in Egypt to spend the weekend. Like now I take them down the Red Sea or the Sea of Teberau.

This sea is one of the beautiful tourist destinations of Egypt. From the scientific explanation says that the red color on the surface appears due to Trichodesmium erythraeum that develops. There are also those who explain that the name comes from the mineral-rich mountain around it and is red. I invite them to dive and snorkel to enjoy the view of the vast coral reefs stretching as a biota of sea creatures.

Subhanallah is the Most Holy of Allah over all His creation.

We Jojoba, aka Singles, are happy to spend time enjoying the power of God on another earth.