Dilan, Forgive me.

How can I face my father? I'm not a kid anymore who always expects a smile from him. My eyes are no longer drooping and drooping.

I show of myself.

If my father were that bad, then his son would follow in his footsteps differently.

So, who is to blame after this? Me or my dad?

We are an interconnected relationship. Perhaps, behind all my father's bad lies a very different nature from other people.

He's a very responsible man. But, from there, I was a little sad when I thought there was still good that was no less interesting than a father figure.

I won't be trick by my father's sweet words.

"Never come to me, Father. I beg you, get out of here!" expel me without a happy expression.

"Ha ha ha."

I only saw how happy my father was when I told him that. Jebran held my hand tightly as my father approached me.

"Emira," my father called softly.

I didn't answer at all. I wanted to fight, but Mehmed's my dad.

"Bring Emira!" my father shouted to some of the people there.

Suddenly I was stunned when several men were about to attack me. Jebran pulled my body until thrown from there.

Dilan welcomed my body that was carried away by the wind.

Pow!

Pow!

Jebran's punches finally flew towards the men. Unexpectedly, it turns out he can fight them well. How amazed I was when Jebran also has reliable martial arts.

My father walked to grab me, but Dilan protected me and whispered, "Go!"

"Fast!!" Dylan snapped.

I immediately ran from there without looking at them.

Dilan blocked the path of my father was about to take me away. I kept running for the fence beside the house. I hid behind a fence wall try to find a way to get to my car.

Now my face is filled with tension.

You can still hear Jebran's resistance to my father's men. My eyes wandered around to look away. My breath started to hitch between the soles of my walk.

Finally, I crept in until I arrived in front of my car.

I didn't care what happened. I was tense and upset, finally left the location.

***

      Still, in the yard, Dilan held my father's body with his fury. Eventually, the two men met at one point.

"Go! I will face them," whispered Dilan.

"No way. I'm not a loser!" Jebran grumbled.

The two men huddled together, surrounded by several of Mehmed's men. With eyes starting to circle, the horses are ready to attack.

"I shouldn't have allowed my son to be friends with you!" complained Mehmed pointing his index finger at Dilan. Mehmed thrust a gun at the two.

"Hey, check Dilan's house! Find that clumsy kid and take him away!" he ordered one of the men.

"You are sneaky!" Dylan said.

"Weren't you the one who taught me to be sly? You promised me to bring my daughter. But you were scheming first. Before you fool me again, then I have to act first," Mehmed said to look into Dilan's eyes.

"Go! I will finish this right now," whispered Dilan towards Jebran.

"Huh! What do you mean? I told you earlier," Jebran grumbled.

"Please, understand!" Dylan said quietly.

Soon they were whispering. Jebran saw a young man carried by Mehmed's men.

"Huh! Who is he?!" Jebran complained.

Dilan felt embarrassed while looking down weakly. Mehmed took Riffat's body looked gloomy and scared in front of Dilan.

"Si-sister," Riffat moaned with a pale face.

"Let him go, Uncle!!" Dilan was furious against the men nearby.

Wow! Wow! Wow!

The siren of a police car passed towards Dilan's house. The situation turned very chaotic. Mehmed pulled Riffat's frail body away with him.

Dilan tried to chase his brother because smothered by Mehmed to the car. However, Jebran hugged Dilan's body tightly.

"Let me go!"

"I have to save my sister!!"

"Riffat...."

Dilan groaned until he crouched down when he was hit, seeing his younger brother carried by several men. The sirens did get closer, but Mehmed managed to disappear in just a few moments.

"Riffat," she whispered.

Jebran started holding Dilan's shoulder, then looked at him, "I will help you find your sister, I will promise!"

Dilan looked at Jebran's kindness turned to him.

Jebran saw the young man who was already wiping his tears.

Some of Dilan's colleagues arrived in front of his yard, followed by myself.

"Dilan," I called to walk towards him.

Dilan was still squatting like a confused person. Now his eyes began to blink and were very devastated. I slowly moved forward try to calm my best friend's mind.

"I'm sorry," I said with squeezing his shoulder.

"Dilan, what happened?!" asked one of the fellow police officers on duty.

"Who called you guys?" asked Dilan lift his chin.

"Me," I said.

Jebran held me with a slight look, "Are you all right?"

"No, I'm fine. I went to the nearest police station here, and I reported Jebran," I said.

"Dilan, come on in!"

I tried to raise his spirits again, assisted by Jebran and other colleagues.

"What's wrong with Dilan?" the man asked me.

"Her brother is kidnaping, but you can go. Thank you for following me here! Otherwise, they would be in grave danger," I said.

"Is it true that Mr. Dilan is not okay?" asked the two officers.

"No, I will be responsible," continued Jebran.

I suddenly turned to look at Jebran was walking first to bring Dilan into the house.

I seem touched by his treatment. Now, Jebran is not a cool guy to me anymore. He's a pleasant person!

"Oh, all right! Then, we'll excuse ourselves," they said goodbye.

"Yes, thank you," said Jebran.

Now, it's my turn to comfort a friend who is struggling. I gave a glass of water to Dilan, "Here, drink it!"

"Not for me?!" Jebran grumbled.

"You can take it yourself," I moaned.

"Oh, it sucks!" Jebran went to the kitchen while I sat with Dilan was stunned lethargic.

"Dilan, my dad's brought your brother, didn't he?" I asked spontaneously.

"Well, I'm useless! I'm a stupid cop," he moaned with regret.

Thousands of regrets appeared behind Dilan's eyelids, and I saw that.

I saw his eyes and expression. I know that sadness and regret.

"Calm down! We have to work together to find your sister back in good condition," I suggested.

"I'm sure he won't hurt your sister. Don't give up and regret it," continued Jebran.

"We were able to fight him. But I was more careful with the gun that was in Mehmed's hand earlier."

I glanced at Jebran while frowning, "A gun, you say?!"

"Yeah, if he hadn't brought that, we would have beaten them," Jebran grumbled.

"The important thing at that time was you were not there," said Jebran holding my shoulder.

"Can you guys leave me alone?!" asked Dilan, looking down languidly.

"Oh," I replied.

"Emira, let's go!" take Jebran.

I was a force to leave because of Jebran's invitation and Dilan's request, who only wanted to be alone in a position of regret.

I saw him behind the door that was about to close.

His eyes were still drooping, frowning, his forehead lined with his fists tightly clenched.

I think he's guilty.

"I'm sorry because I was the beginning of all this," I muttered to myself.

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