Our Love Among Corona

Chapter 4 The Plea in the Sky of Istanbul

Conversations with Luky always left a remnant in my heart and mind. Sometimes I think I just want to have her as my girlfriend. Same thought applies to Vavan, did I just marry one of them?

Comfort in our friendship has given room for a shift in the dimension of this relationship. Unfortunately, they both do not see me as a woman to be married.

"Remember, don't fuck around. Don't date or marry just anyone, just because your family wants you to get married right away. Don't be outdone by the circumstances" Luky said before we closed the phone.

Vavan and Luky, if you give me messages, they are often similar. It was as if the two of them had already compromised before. They understand the anxiety I have. I wanted to pursue my career, but the family wanted me not to forget the nature of marriage.

Every time a phone call from the family, it will be closed with a sentence about who the man I chose and when to get married. Deep down, I want to get married. But my prestige is higher to admit it because I have not found the right person and want to marry me.

"You're 30, what are you waiting for. All the cousins are married.." ah those words. I always hear the same from time to time.

"I don't want to marry you, look at the many who are not happy. Many of our brothers are unhappy with their marriage". I have often denied using this excuse.

I know it's not wise at all, answering my mother this way. Using reason as if all my brothers were the same. I know I've been cruel in my sentences to them.

"That's them, who knows you're different" My mother still cheeses, like me, she always uses the same sentence in debating me.

Next time, I use another reason why I don't want to get married. He also fought hard for me to change. For him and his extended family, of course marriage is something so important, it concerns family honor. I lied a few times that I had a candidate. But my candidate never came. Then my reason was to break up and be looking for another one.

I remember Luky's message not to marry just anyone, just because he had to fulfill the family's wishes. Luky also said it's better to marry her than to marry just any man. She said she was worried that I was frustrated that I couldn't find the right guy, and then I married anyone.

"I'll marry you if you don't find the right man. I'm your friend and I don't want to see you marry someone else because you have to" he said at the time.

Sometimes I think Luky's not like a bule man. His style of communicating and the way he interacts with me are much different from the majority of Caucasian men I have ever known.

He was right, but on the other hand I was thinking about mom. I really understand the mother's unrest, when the neighbors talk about her daughter. I understood his heart condition, when the extended family asked him questions.

He lived in the village and had to accept all parts of these social demands. While I live a life of wandering without the need to submit to the rules imposed for me by the social. Light to me, it feels heavy if it remembers mom.

I want to sleep, as is my habit of closing my eyes when the plane will take off. I often fall asleep in the body of a plane that has flown high. But this time it was difficult, because the contents of my mind were branched a lot.

Although the journey from Istanbul to Tallinn, the capital of Estonia, is only a few hours, enough to sleep. My eyes and my mind don't sleep.

I picked up a book and started writing. Usually what I pour out are things I'm thinking about. I remember how every time my mind was filled with anxiety and difficulty sleeping, writing always helped things get better. Remembering how the dreams I write always come true in my life. Oho! that'sthat's him! Dreamlike.

With a heart filled with renewed vigor, I began to pour out my completely honest wishes. I believe that this way, I will draw it into my life.

Dear Universe, I want to talk and also ask. The man I dreamed of was a European man. Have beautiful blue or green eyes gray, plump eyes and a sharp nose, do not forget it.

He has thick eyebrows, height above 170 cm. I love a guy who travels, likes to read and if he likes to write is a bonus. The man who loves me and I love him. A handsome man who is a little willing to budge if it clashes with the family traditions I have, does not maintain his ego high and is willing to consider the middle way.

Men who like to wear T-shirts, Shirts and Kets Shoes. I also want him to be a romantic guy. I like to buy flowers, hold my hand every time I walk, not hesitate to hug and kiss me in public.

I want a man who is ready to marry me and live with me to fight together. It's okay if not a rich man, as long as you want to fight from the beginning together.

He who is sincere in loving, loving each other in the household, faithful and holds firm to the commitments we agree. Marked by Vashla, the girl of the universe who loves her dreams. I closed my writing.

May the streets open, towards the soul mate I hope for. Too long alone is no longer exciting. More precisely, not because it was too long, but, it was time to move on from the old story.

Although sometimes the heart is infiltrated by the desire not to concentrate on my soul mate, because work has won the love I have. Still, there was another pent-up wish I had to confess, I wanted to have someone I could call a husband.

I believe the universe will help me. It's a good plea, and I want to end this long-running single drama, due to my endless break-ups with my previous partners.

I wish the universe heard it. The request I filed in the Istanbul sky, before this plane touched the Estonian land I would be staying on later. Land, which I call home.

"You write a letter?" someone beside me asked. The old man who looks good. Next to him sat a woman whom I had married.

I've noticed since they clasped hands and kissed each other. Their presence beside me increasingly supported the contents of the letter I wrote. How beautiful this couple is, I thought.

"Yes, I write letters to the universe, about my dreams," I replied with a proud smile.

I can't explain the details of what I wrote. But this opening has provoked a variety of exciting topics. From the matter of the soul mate to the condition of the Turkish state, where they come from. They flew to Estonia to enjoy the holiday.

This couple is beautiful, I thought. I wish I could have a soul mate and age together like them. Traveling and adventuring despite old age.

Beautiful plea in the sky of Istanbul. Not just about me and my letter. But also the excitement of having a travel companion that sometimes never expected. 3 Hours is now short. Thank you to the world for giving me good things in this world. I am ready to welcome another good thing.