9. FAINTED

My mother has now appeared and approached me quickly. He put a cup of warm tea on the table and sat on the side of the bed and smeared some wind oil under Jihan's irritated nose. My mother's hands also put some more oil on Jihan's neck and forehead. I who saw Jihan no response felt very worried. "He'll be awake in a minute for sure," my mother called, looking at me confidently. I was quite relieved to hear my mother's statement. Sure enough, after a few seconds Jihan's eyes slowly opened. I made a face that wasn't sad so Jihan would feel more comfortable. I tried to give him a warm smile. "You are now at my house Jihan. You passed out earlier," I said looking at Jihan's face as if wondering. "Sorry, I troubled you guys," Jihan's voice still sounded weak. He looked at my face then my mother shyly. "No Jihan, you don't bother me and my mother at all. Now you can rest here first. You don't have to hesitate," I said as I stood up and opened my wardrobe. "I'll prepare clothes for you. You wear mine first, okay?" I shouted, handing pajamas a short shirt and plaid trousers. "While you wear these clothes first, you can change in this room. Don't forget to drink the hot tea, okay?" I said softly. I stood holding my mother out of my room. I let Jihan alone first in my room. I closed my bedroom door tightly. "Who the hell is he, Aslan?" my mother asked urgently. His face looks at me with focus. I immediately walked along with my mother to the living room. I hope Jihan won't listen to my conversation with my mother because I'm afraid Jihan is still in shock about what happened. "Mom, I will explain to you what really happened. But I beg you not to show or not tell anyone about Jihan or Jihan too, I'm afraid something bad will happen to Jihan," I pleaded, squeezing my fists together. mother. "Yes, yes, you just tell me who Jihan really is," answered my mother quickly. His face was very curious. "Mom, he was abused by his own parents. Earlier he was trying to escape from a night butterfly customer. His father purposely made Jihan a night butterfly. Jihan is very sorry, Mom. He often gets bad treatment from his father," I explained with imagine how miserable Jihan's life must have been.

my mother turned her face away. He didn't seem to like Jihan's actual history. "Mom, I beg you to let Jihan stay here first," I said pleadingly to my mother. "Then why are you suddenly with him?" mother asked as if interrogating me. "I helped Jihan. At first Jihan was tied up by his father and his father's servants. Jihan was tied to the building and then he lived alone and I helped him get here. I've taken photos of all the events, Mom. Later I will report to the police," I explained confidently. "Aslan my son, why did you get involved in a problem like this, my God ..." said my mother with a worried face. He stroked my shoulder gently. "Mom, you should be proud. I can help Jihan," "You helped a night butterfly. Huh, how could I be proud," said my mother, making me disappointed. I looked at my mother's annoyed face. He seemed to want to scold me. Mother stared at the floor with pent-up anger. Then mom saw my face again. "Anyway, I don't want to know. You have to sort this out and I don't want Jihan to be in this house too long," Mom seemed to warn me loudly. When I want to say something to mom. He hurried away with long strides. "Huh, how can you be like that," I said languidly as she looked away. I immediately headed back to my room. I'm sure Jihan must be hungry right now. I will also treat the wound. My hand knocked on the white door with dove wings ornament made of wood. There was Jihan's voice there. He said I was allowed in. I smiled at Jihan. I saw the girl in front of me wearing a white shirt that said Nike. His shirt looks big worn by Jihan's skinny body. While the big jeans made him look more relaxed. He stood up as if to show what he was wearing. "It's also good for you to wear it," I exclaimed as I leaned closer to Jihan's side to see his appearance. "Sorry, I only have those clothes that suit you," I said with a small smile. "That's not a problem. Thank you," said Jihan gently. Now I ordered Jihan to sit on the bed. Because I'm afraid he's still weak. "I'm fine," said Jihan as if trying to be strong.

You just sit there. I'll get a box of medicine and food for you. Remember! Don't go anywhere!" I exclaimed, looking at him intently. "Okay, okay." Jihan smiled so sweetly. I went out into the kitchen. I made him a sandwich. Don't forget the medicine box I also brought. When I entered the room. Suddenly Jihan stood on the balcony. He looked outside with a sad look. "Don't be sad Jihan. I will help you whatever you need. Don't feel alone," I said while touching Jihan's shoulder. Jihan looked at me after seeing the scenery outside. He looked at me from head to toe. "It's so nice to be you," said Jihan, tilting his face. I exhaled slowly and looked closer at Jihan's face. "Don't be like that Jihan. Everything we have is a test. I have everything is also a test. May I know what makes you sad?" I asked softly. I want to know how Jihan feels. "I'm really ashamed. Now you know that I am a night butterfly. I'm also sad that my father was so mean to me. I really wanted to run away from my father. I'm really fed up with everything. I'm sorry I became a night butterfly. I regret not running away a long time ago. Maybe I was too afraid of my father," Jihan's eyes conveyed a sadistic story. "I don't mind at all that you're a night butterfly. The point is you don't like it and you want to run away from your father right. That's a very good intention in my opinion. Don't worry Jihan. I promise I'll always be there for you. my friend. Haven't we been friends since we were in front of the lake?" I said smiling sideways trying to make him better. Jihan nodded his head in agreement with me. "Now come on! Sit there. I will treat your wound," I said firmly like a mother to her injured child. Jihan sat on the side of the bed. He saw a small table beside the bed with a box of medicine and food on it.