My Ottoman Girl

First phone call

Tonight I was determined to contact Aygul again. I want to hear his voice want to feel the same vibe as 4 years ago. I must be fully a gentleman that the Gentlement is not a man who can only miss but never make an effort to make that miss meet.

The sleepiness that had been attacking since then suddenly disappeared. I looked at the wall clock again and right the short needle of the number 7 and its length pointed at the number 12 I immediately pressed the name Aygul.

Tuuut.

There is no lawfulness.

I tried again maybe he's still having dinner or I don't know if there's another busy one.

Shortly thereafter the tone and..

" Hello.. Assalamualaikum.."

My God, that voice sounded so melodious it sounded so beautiful in my eardrum

" Greetings waalaikum. Is this Aygul Dilara Burcu? " half dead I can stand this thumping.

" Yes Hafiz, I'm Aygul. How are you doing? don't you recognize my voice anymore? " answer him in a low tone.

Maybe if it's near me you'll see your moody face, baby. My mind is silent

" Hafiz.. Hafiz are you still there? " he said with a tone on the press. I nodded and immediately replied

" Hmm. yes, yes, good news. Just to make sure if it's you that's why I'm asking again" I replied again

" Hafiz, can we have a video call? if you don't mind" he asked. I immediately agreed and immediately changed the phone mode with a video call.

It feels curious to see his face now whether he is still the same Aygul as my old Aygul.

" O Lord Hafiz you're getting handsome. And look more mature! " Said directly without a stale base. Ah this Turkish girl often makes me a big head.

" And you're also getting prettier and more mature, "Reply I commend her.

"Aygul I want to apologize to you about my attitude before we last met. I'm selfish and cowardly" I said I couldn't stand my pain for long.

The dimples on his cheeks look concave on both of his cheeks. His round blue eyes were increasingly dazzling.

"I've forgiven you for a long time. Maybe none of this would have happened if I had dared to be honest with you, too. After a long time of searching for you I finally got your number from Emir and Abizar. They both understand all my stories. Because you don't want to know anymore about my real life and I already want to give up looking for you" he replied sadly.

I saw his earnestness in his eyes.

" Why are you looking for me? " ask me curious.

" Why are you calling me ?" reply while smiling seductively.

I breathe heavily.

" I owe you an explanation. Come at our university reunion. If you don't come I won't guarantee we'll be reunited" Aygul said with a gloomy face and a slightly pushy tone.

"God willing I will do it. By just looking at you this way my heart is relieved. Moreover, my apology you have received" I said softly.

" The human heart is a soft lump of flesh. If a hard stone can be broken if thousands of times dripped water. Moreover, this lump of despicable meat? " answers answer.

Well I think enough of my conversation this time. And tonight's gonna be a quiet night in my sleep after all these years I've always dreamed of it.

We ended the conversation with the promise to meet again in the next video call.

I immediately put my phone to the nightstand next to my iron bed.

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Time doesn't seem to pass quickly, I've been in contact with Aygul several times over the phone. Say hello or video call. But he never touched on our parting.

Indeed, I also have not intended to ask further the problem because I still want to feel the euphoria in my heart that can already hear and see the face of my ex-lover again even though only through cyberspace.

I'm just asking about her activities now that I'm done with college. He said he was a lecturer at one of the universities in Turkey. After graduating S2 and after breaking up with me he returned to his country and devoted himself to one of the private campuses there.

I dare not ask about his personal life. Is she married to my servant, how many children are nua, who is her husband. I don't know if I dare ask that. Maybe I'm selfish I just want to remember her as the free girl I've ever loved point. And he didn't ask me the same thing. Maybe he already knew my life after returning to Indonesia from my friends.

He promised to tell her all the stories by the time we met in 2 months.

I don't know since I started communicating with Aygul my work spirit has grown. My confidence began to rise again. It's as if Aygul is the Boster of all my performance.

This morning I had a meeting with Mr Frans from Singapore. He wants to maintain a cooperative relationship with my company in Cosmetics. She has a model agency in Singapore that is famous for being a brand ambassadore of products around the world. I've read curivulum vitae of his company.

Mr Frans has often worked with several companies both in Indonesia and in other Asian countries. Even European countries have begun to be rambangnya. She is indeed an up-and-coming Agency model. In his cold hands have spawned many talented models who have breezed in Paris, in New York and London.

Well, since I heard of his good reputation, I immediately prepared all the company profile company and curiculum vitae.

Yeah I'm pretty proud of the performance of my entire company staff. With their discipline and hard work the company I hold has begun to be known in the country of people.

I'm also very proud of Aldo and Ira they're both people I can count on. I don't hesitate to give them multiple bonuses if they can target a cooperation contract for the company.

Today I told Uncle Asep to drive my car. Indeed, sometimes in addition to keeping Uncle Asep's house also doubles as my driver if I travel out of town or I am lazy to bring my own car to the office.

The car has been splitting the road at a moderate speed. I came early on purpose because I didn't want to make my client wait and feel disrespected.

Time still showing at 08.30wib. I got out of the car to the office lobby. Uncle Asep I told the standby at the driver's rest area is available near the musholla office. So at any time I need his power he can standby directly outside.

"Good morning, Mr. Bram" said a security officer, opening the door for me

" Morning Mr. Hari. " I replied kindly as I walked over to the reception desk.

A girl wearing a white hijab and wearing my blue black office uniform seemed to be standing up to welcome me.

" Good morning, Mr. Bram, "what a polite reply.

Indeed, in this office almost all of my employees, totaling 30 people, call me Mr. Bram, my first name. Only Ira and Aldo call me Hafiz. Because they're both the closest people I've been in the company since my company was founded 3 years ago. They include my loyal employees

" Good morning Diana. Has Aldo arrived yet? " many

" It's Sir. He arrived 15 minutes ago" he replied

I nodded and thanked him before I got on the elevator.