“Pen, your mother should write a self-help book with every dilemma she has ever taught you... Not that it's bad advice” said Suzane at the end of her laugh, and her tone of voice, changing to something more serious, made me go back to the present. She was having the annoying habit of saying things and then rethinking them better. That's when I didn't change the subject so suddenly, that I even lost the thread of the strike. I didn't like her to treat me that special way. It made me feel like my brain could have been affected by the accident (not that it was a lie), but I didn't have the courage to be unpleasant and tell her to talk to me like a normal person. “She has the gift of the word. Or you know how to lie very well about this advice.”
“I would buy her book” I mocked with a low giggle. I had rehearsed that sound so many times to look normal, that now I even believed it was genuine. But it wasn't. I didn't smile like I used to. I didn't think it was the same fun in the most diverse issues of life. And I didn't feel like the clown of the class. “Despite knowing all the advice by heart and sauté, I can't be accused of inventing all of them. I would never have such a great ability to invent so much nonsense. Even if I'm very stupid.”Suzane laughed again, but this time, the noise was overshadowed by the sound of the crying of one of her babies. She had two small and emotional babies; a girl and a boy, both with blue eyes inherited from Suzane and her father's dark hair. I've never heard of children crying so easily! They completed ten months the night before, and Suzane gathered some people at her house to celebrate what she called a month-versary. I was the little girl's godmother; Eylem. And I had attached myself with all my heart to that child already so smart and naughty.The rare times I left home, I mainly worried about paying a visit to Suzane and taking some toy for her babies. She was annoyed with most of my visits, because she just didn't believe it when I said that there were only noisy toys for babies of that age. The twins already had a whole room made just to receive their toys, because their mother had no problem maintaining a very high and enviable standard of living. So, even if they had not yet started babbling or at least trying to sit alone, the babies could already flaunt more riches than myself. Adam and Eylem were the twins who appeared the most in local gossip tabloids, because Suzane Johnson's public life has never been better.Sometimes I had an outbreak of pride for what my best friend had become. Only the two of us knew how the past always came back to torment us. She had been very strong. She was her own anchor in the middle of the tsunamis, and never let herself down when it came to protecting those she loved.But Suzane has always been a creature of isolation. She never had active social networks, and never liked to appear at chic events or parties that her social status guaranteed her. She sent me to those events because she knew I was a representative at her level. But now life had made a turn of three hundred and sixty degrees. Suzane was appearing in the spotlight and enjoying the life of being a known person. And I was erasing myself by the weight of my conscience. But I couldn't stop rejoicing for her. Suzane deserved the world in the palms of her hand. And I trusted her potential to make sure she would get there very soon.It was because of Suzane Johnson and Hunter Johnson that the world was changing. People were often demonstrating in favor of minorities, refugees, those who needed help and had no voice for it. They had made a selfish and superb population — since Americans never bothered to show many feelings for each other — not to shut up in situations of injustice. A single couple managed to make the world join their hands, even if it was for a few seconds, just to be able to change something in the lives of those who could not survive with the same financial conditions.But the change that both caused in the world, made me also affected, only in a slightly more complicated way. It turns out that I was involved in a plot of terrorism and criminal factions that I never had any idea existed outside of action movies. My family had proved to be a ruthless enemy to several nations. And the people I considered most kind or examples of what I would like to become in the world, proved to be the ones who most subdued or tormented the lives of the poor and oppressed.It's cliché to say something like that, but you really never expect to be surprised by the people around you. I was always the kind of person who trusted those around me and who would give everything of me to protect them, something like me would easily throw me into a pyre of fire just for my friends and family to save themselves. But all this has changed in less than a year. I've been confronted with everything I've ignored all my life, and I'm not dealing with it. My life changed because I realized that I had lived for years in a bubble totally indifferent to what was happening in the rest of the world. It was sad to realize this, but I also changed after Suzane and Hunter began their changes around the world.My only consolation was to realize that, despite the changes and adversity, at least I could still pretend very well when my self-confidence fell through the drain. At least I could still make it seem that the media did not bother me and that public opinion was just another of the lies that arose in my life. Deep down, everything affected me painfully.I could easily understand that the reason for Suzane's call was precisely so that I could apologize and shamefully blame my medicines for having slept too much and missed family lunch - which actually consisted of bringing together Suzane's best friends and her two younger brothers, since all the rest of her family was a mess and were not worthy of our company. However, as much as Suzane pretended to believe in this and started a completely random issue about her trip to Miami in the next few days, we knew it was not the truth.The nightclub was crowded that night.It wasn't difficult for that to happen, though. Everyone knew that that place was only filled with regulars by the numerous illicit activities that occurred between the parts illuminated only by the lights that flashed from time to time with colored kaleidoscopes. All the regulars ended their night with good debts in their pockets, enriching the owner of the place, who almost never mingled with those who used their establishment to hide their atrocities for money from the police and the rest of the world.That night, however, the owner of the establishment had left his room on the upper floor of the nightclub, and had taken the trouble to join two other men as arrogant and unnecessary in appearance as this first. All of them were being pampered by the women who worked at the nightclub, because the men allowed there were only the security guards and those who prepared the drinks.Women of all colors and ages walked back and forth in a few clothes.
"I would never sanctify my brother," I guaranteed in a cold tone, although I smiled. "I never told you exactly who Jonathan was, did I? “Osman shook his head, so I sighed. "Jonathan has always been very temperamental. Complicated to deal with. He never introduced us to girlfriends. At least, as far as I can remember. Then he came up dating Suzane Johnson, and at the time of dating, he was aggressive and abusive. He almost killed her, and when he couldn't, he made everyone go against her. The few who supported her made my father and brother pay. But those people had no idea that they ran an entire country. So, even when my brother was presumed dead, and even when my father lost his fortune, they continued to have power over each of us.”"We knew about Suzane Johnson," Osman confessed, watching the sun set on the horizon. "But we didn't know what she could have represented in Saltuk's life. As far as we understood, he was only connected to a woman from his past, and we all knew that he
"When that happens, and if it happens, I'll be ready "I spoke in a tone of triumph, opening a smile without showing my teeth. Aslan's hatred flashed in his eyes and he looked at me as if he were really looking into the eyes of a venomous snake. "You can come after me, because I will always be waiting for you or anyone from the Red Brotherhood. I don't need the police on my way, Aslan. I don't need to work for someone specific, I can take care of myself. I'm more than you think. I became something much bigger that night when you decided to take one of the best people in my life. That night, you determined that I would be your worst enemy. And here I am. I'm not a God. I'm not a ruler. I'm not a person who rose from the dead, as my brother claimed to be. I'm just the one who ended up with a Brotherhood that survived for decades. I am the one who goes after each one of you to condemn you. You will remember my name. You will know what I became that night. And when the day comes, you will
The little boy gave a wide smile, nodding with energy. I walked away from your house, feeling the looks of those poor and desperate people. Watching the children walking freely on dirty puddles and the countless elderly people who sneaked through the open doors of their wooden houses to see that group of foreigners marching away. An entire population that was hidden by the tyrants and dictators who thought they were the owners of their lives.At that moment I really understood my purpose to stay alive.The Red Brotherhood was like the barracks in which I was staying with the American army. The place was located in an open and isolated area, with no houses around, no factories or any impression that people could easily access. In fact, it was necessary for a small boat to travel through the waters of the river that crossed the city to reach that islet on which the barracks remained erected. While the boat in which Osman and I were cleared the waters of that river, with small droplets r
My brother got involved in it because of his thirst for revenge. He made Suzane and I get involved up to the neck in that whole story. I judged and condemned him for being part of a terrorist mafia. I never noticed that I did that to other people myself. And I had just repeated the story by dragging that family to the same bottom of the pit where I was. Not all the excuses in the world would be enough to explain what I was putting them in.“What does your necklace mean? "Asked the little boy named Can. I took a look down. Lately I only remembered the pendant when I imagined that the police would be aware of each of my steps by the little tracker they arrested there. I almost didn't remember that I got it exactly on the last night of Mikaela Johnson's life. I divated for so long that the little boy even thought I wouldn't answer anymore. "I don't want to sound uneducate. I thought you knew about altın yılan's tale.”"The tale of what? "I questioned in a low voice. The boy's father was
The little boy translated, and at this point one of the young people on the couch became more rigid, as if the mention of the police aroused some peculiar kind of interest among them. Perhaps the word in its translation was something that demonstrated authority, and not a specific position. And that they could be understanding that people of a very special and powerful nature could have taken me to their country. The chance for them to think that I could be something worse than the Brotherhood was very great. I took a deep breath to avoid stuttering when I needed to talk again. The little boy finished translating and was silent. It was the lady closest to the arm of the couch who said a few words to him."They want to know what our people need," said the little boy, so he interrupted, because his grandmother kept talking and pointing to the space on the roof. Would they really be so bothered just because I fell? I wonder if they didn't understand that for that, I would have to have a