YOUR SALAM IS MY DOWER

In Silence

 

After the incident last night made Adinka or Aras can not sleep well, seen from the eyes of Aras who is still red due to lack of sleep.

 

while Adinka himself his eyes still look swollen because of too much crying.

That morning after breakfast at the villa restaurant the five of them decided to go home from vacation, from breakfast to the return trip there is no long conversation either from Aras and Adinka or from three other students.

only the sound of music that accompanied them from the blue lagoon to Turkey.

the songs slightly broke the silence in the car,.

When the next song is played automatically sound Bruno mras song.

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It's a beautiful night, we're looking for something dumb to do

Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you

Is it the look in your eyes, or is it this dancing juice

Who cares baby, I think I wanna marry you

Well I know this little chapel on the boulevard

We can go

No one will know

Oh, c'mon girl***

the song plays automatically, all eyes are on the music player in the car, for a moment the song flows with the happy tone of a man who is proposing to his woman. Adinka blinked her eyes, and slightly corrected her sitting.

she felt a little choked up to hear that song, the song of the night that broke her heart and the Professor's heart on the dock.

Aras is also choked up, and soon wants to move his track list, but is confused between doubtful and unpleasant,.

but Emre who was a driver at that time understood the unpleasant situation immediately pressed the next button and immediately melted the atmosphere with the screw so as not to be too stiff.

" Oh yes prof what about our research assignment? is there much to revise?

his voice broke the silence."

" It was fortunate that emre understood 'inner cedar'

yes everything is fine, I have corrected it and good, he said without turning his eyes straight ahead even though he occasionally glances adinka from the rearview.

" in a minute you'll be taking the semester exam, good luck and getting good grades".

" Thank you prof, kekeh emre, then don't talk anymore and just focus on driving.

Four hours passed, and when they arrived in Turkey, Aras was like he was asleep during the trip, when until the parking lot of his apartment car he still did not wake up, because of fatigue and lack of sleep.

forced emre and Serkan to wake her up.

" the prof...Prof, hand me the call , 'em ,

then Aras's eyes gnawed and adjusted.

" Where are we?

" Already prof.sorry to build a professor, said emre.

like you're exhausted,.

but we'd be fine and it's best for the professor to take a break in the apartment.

"Thank you for being a driver,

have adinka and her friend gone home?

" Yes prof, that's it.

they wanted to leave, but because they saw you sleeping they just say goodbye to me and just leave, reply emere.

" let's go.so we go home.sayap aras ended their conversation.

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Aras Aydin Civilim

My heart really hurts, but I have to keep accepting this situation, and have to stay professional as an adinka tutor until he graduates to get his master's degree.

Aras laid himself on a bed that was very large in size, massaging his little forehead because too much was thought of him. Far away floated thinking of the shady-faced woman.

" Is he okay? he murmured in the heart.

" Did he feel the pain I felt too?

" Do I have to learn Islam?

"Is Islam really the right religion?

" Where did I learn?

The questions kept repeating in his head, to make him confused himself, If in terms of lessons and even research and journaling in one day maybe he could have solved it, if in terms of lessons and even research and journaling in one day maybe he could have solved it, but not with a belief.

he is confused, indeed Aras already believes in the existence of God, but what is the right religion?

Tomorrow I'm going to the library looking for a book on religion,,.

well, I hope this is a good start.

I'll learn a religion In silence, "God help me, prove that you really exist, show me the truth.

samar2 heard the chanting of prayers from the lips cedar who for 29 years never prayed.

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