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Poorisian Juliette

The love story of a French woman named Juliette, but unfortunately she was born in a poor family which is contrary to the history of her name. And she intends to find his Romeo which must be contrary to the historical story, then the man must be from a rich family. Unfortunately fate did not bless her, like repeating history she fell in love with another poor man who came from a chaotic country.

Safi_Braverly · 若者
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Blagaj

After everyone finished eating. They started to catch up with their respective activities.

Emrah, Tevhide's husband, works as an employee at a car seat import company. While Tevhide herself works as a cashier in a bakery.

Fariz will attend an Islamic education foundation until one o'clock in the afternoon and will study the Qur'an with his grandfather until the afternoon.

" Everyone's been working outside, so what do you want to do here ? "

" I want to find someone here, he recently went to Marseille. And maybe he does often go there. Can you help me ? "

" What is the person you're looking for ? "

" Can you keep a secret ? "

" Of course my daughter, being a trust is the duty of the Muslims "

" He's a drug dealer. He's also a gang leader in a black coat "

" Maybe it will be difficult my daughter, because I do not know naughty children "

" Maybe you've heard of it around here or somewhere else "

" Wait a minute, maybe I can contact my friends in other areas "

" Yes, thank you sir "

He was busy with his home phone for several hours. I really wish he was somewhere in this country.

" Assalamualaikum Imam.."

" Wa'alaikumsalam prijatelju, kako si ? "

( Wa'alaikumsalam my friend, how are you ? )

" Alhamdulillah Masha Allah, a ti ? "

( Alhamdulillah Masha Allah, how about you ? )

" Alhamdulillah Masha Allah Tabarakallah ... mogu li ti išta pomoći, brate moj ? "

( Alhamdulillah Masha Allah Tabarakallah... is there anything I can help you with, my brother ? )

" Da, gospodine, jeste li ikada uli za Grupu muškaraca koji su vidjeli kako nose crne jakne i prodaju drogu ? "

( Yes sir, have you ever heard of a group of men who saw wearing black jackets and selling drugs ?)

" ta nije u redu brate ? Na našim prostorima ovdje je poznati vođa bandi, pijanac i uznemiravač. Javnost ga jako ivcira, a on ak ni posao ne dobiva "

( What's wrong brother ? In our area there is someone who is already well-known as a gang leader, drinker, and troublemaker here. People are very annoyed by him, and he doesn't even get a job anywhere )

" Hvala na pomoći, gospodine, samo se brinemo da je sve u redu "

( Thanks for the help sir, we're just making sure everything is okay )

" Da hvala brate dobro smo "

( Yes thank you brother, we are fine )

After a long conversation with some of his friends, he finally approached me.

" There is someone you may be looking for, it's my daughter, but I don't want to let you go alone "

" Thank you sir, where is that place ? "

" There is a city called Blagaj, but he is a dangerous person, let me accompany you "

" It's okay sir, I'll go alone because I have things to settle with him. He didn't hurt me sir. Trust me I'll get back to you soon "

" Okay my daughter, go and come back later "

" Thank you very much for your kindness "

That afternoon I also set foot into the city of Blagaj. Three hours drive by car that has been paid for by Mr. Semir.

I can't stop being amazed by the beautiful world around me. It would be a pity if this beautiful country would be snatched and destroyed by the enemy swarms.

When I got there I asked the owner of the Bakery Shop who had the name "Pekara Muki". While eating my bread, the shop owner looked at me with a strange look full of questions. He pointed to a housing complex called Blagaj Fort. He said about 7 houses from the start of the road.

I tried to knock on one of the beautiful houses typical of this country the seventh from the beginning of the road. There was some commotion in the house but there were no cars up ahead.

And a few minutes later the Bombur guy came out and we were very surprised to see each other.

" Hej brate .. vidi ko dolazi. U Blagaju je francuska plemkinja "

( Hey bro.. look who's coming. A French noblewoman is in Blagaj )

In a flash several of his gangs came out and at the same time the leader. He seemed very surprised by my presence.

" Hej rastjerajte sve, kasnije ćemo se naći tokom transakcije "

(Hey disperse everyone, we'll meet at the time of the transaction )

All the men who looked like actors in The Hobbit came out with sharp looks and wry smiles.

" Are you serious ?! Are you crazy ? What are you doing here ? "

" je t'aime bien.. tu ne m'aimes pas Aussi ? Venez avec moi "

( I like you, don't you too? Go with me )

" You know I'm a jerk here, no one accepts my presence here, I don't have money and work, I don't fit in with you "

" I don't care, let's go to France. You can find a new job there. And no one knows you there. We just build our own world "

" I can't leave my country, I can't make you happy, I also have to go to war with other youths "

" Then let me stay with you "

" Go away I don't even dream about love, I can't live you "

" I will not go, and I will support you and protect you from everyone out there "

" You're crazy ! Just protect your little body. Go ! I have to sell drugs to rich people "

He left me still sitting on the dirty couch covered in nuts and cigarette butts. I don't care and I grab a cleaning kit and start rearranging the house.

Suddenly Bombur's man came knocking on the door.

" Nijaz got into a motorcycle accident. I beg you to come with me miss "

" What do you mean ? What happened ? Let's hurry to the hospital "

I stupidly followed this Bombur man who didn't know where to go, because I had just arrived and did not understand this beautiful area.

" Where is Nijaz ? Is this a hospital here ? It doesn't look like a hospital. You lied to me fat ?! "

" Hahaha it's not. This is a drug dealer's house. You've been sold by Nijaz. Come on in "

" Are you crazy !! Let go ! I beg you, let me go "

Seated two groups of men sitting across from each other as if there was going to be some kind of transaction. And it turns out that one of them is indeed a group of men in black jackets and also Nijaz who is sitting in front of his interlocutor.

Instantly Nijaz looked shocked to see me enter with the Bombur man.

" Hej, ta si mu uradila ? Zašto si ga doveo ? Odakle si ? ​​"

( Hey what did you do to her ? Why did you take her. Where have you been? Have you let her go ! )

The middle-aged man in front of him then interrupted and answered the question.

" Hej, prodao si mi ga, dat u ti nešto novca, drogu i oružje "

( Hey you sold it to me, I'll give you some money, drugs and some guns )

" ta si uradio debeli! Izdao si me ?! "

( What have you done fat ! You betrayed me ?! )

" Trebamo to brate, samo zato to si vođa ne znači da to zavisi od tebe. Ne sviđa ti se ta devojka, zar ne ? "

( We need it bro, just because you're the leader doesn't mean it's all up to you. You don't like that girl anyway, do you ? )

" Kopile jedno !! Ubiću te kasnije ! Hej stari majstore vrati tu djevojku ! Ne prodajem ih niti trgujem ! Ti znaš ko sam ja ? Mogu te uništiti samo jednom ! "

( You bastard !! I'll kill you later ! Hey old master give that girl back ! I'm not selling or trading her ! You know who I am ? I can crush you just once ! )

While taking out a gun from his back pocket he tried to pull me away from the city lord's bodyguard. He grabbed me roughly and kicked the guards who were much bigger than him. Bombur's men tried to stop me from leaving. Then he quickly hit the back of his neck until he fell unconscious.

He was still pointing his gun at the two gangs, until the door came out and we ran as fast as we could.