Revenge of Life

At the end of the day, a day before xmas day, Burak and I headed back home from what more to be called a vacation, when we arrived to our city, he took me to a lovely restaurant in Dama City; Haretna,he went to make a call and there, I waited for our order to get served.

I was called Shams, my father had picked that name, not forcibly of course, but mom had wanted to name me Johnny, Thanks God dad had convinced her after all. Anyway, Burak and I were not a couple, he was just my neighbour next door, and that test, was only for him, he had cheated on his wife with some guy named Mohammed, 

And that guy had been announced to having got HIV, they both had had sex about five times, so I had told him to check himself and now we were waiting for the results.

" Who are you talking to? "

"Nobody, who was it!"

" Sarah, she wants to know where I am, she is at the doctor now."

"And?"

" I can't go to see her any way"

"I will"

"You can't right now, she is just in need of me, my normal me and I am not normal now." 

The waitress came.

"Thanks"

We started eating by then, him to forget his troubles and me to kill my hunger. 

He was so nice and lovely to his wife, it was ironic, that the person who had caused this, had tested it himself a lot, been scared he would have had it, but he had had in the end, and Burak didn't want to disappoint his wife, she loved him to death, and ..

" Who are you talking to.

.?"

"Nobody! No one! "

"Then start eating, won't be late for home."

We ate until we got enough, we had some coffee, and Burak and I went to see Sarah.

At the entance of the building where the doctor's clinic was, there was a hot receptionist , she looked and over looked at Burak, she was very right to do so, even I, sometimes, got some crush on him. He was tall, big chest, six pack and those two lines down to his thighs, blonde hair, blue eyes, white teeth and fantastic beard, he just was the perfect man.

We saw Sarah and checked her out, at first, things went normal, but when we were told Sarah was pregnant, Burak went into to Drama.

We were at the house, his, I tried to make him feel less stress, telling him the test results were on the following day. He looked at me, in my eyes, with tears in his eyes, and fell into my arms.

" What if I were already infected, what if it is now in Sarah's, and the baby is gonna come to this world infected too, I'd .. "

" Calm down, Burak, calm down, tomorrow you will know that none of this is true and you don't have it in your blood"

" I would never forgive myself, Shams, I am a terrible person, and God Hates me for that. "

" Never, God will never do that to you, you didn't mistaken. "

Even if I was atheist, I just didn't think that Burak would have got to that bad ending, I believed there was a reason and time would figure it out.

While Sarah was in her room asleep, I was on the living room, sittin on the couch and I had the most precious thing I would have ever dreamt to have, Burak's head, with his soft skin over my hands, and his sleeping eyes got me excited. I kept starring at him all night long.

Day two

In the morning, we headed back to the city next to ours, reached the hospital and got our answer in some paper, I awaited in the hollaway, I started thinking of proper words to tell Burak in case he ended up infected, and that what I was not so aware of.

I saw Burak coming my way, with his tears over his face, nodding left and right, and the piece of shit ( paper ) in his hand, I wanted to cry, I needed to cry, seeing my friend going through such a thing really was breaking my heart. I held him in my arms, and he kept moving and moving, feeling his warm tears over my left shoulder, he moved and moved and I saw myself in his arms and him kissing my forehead, I heard those words from his mouth, only the first five times I didn't get it.

"I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry, Shams, I so ... sorry. "

Well, I was so sad to know that my friend was having that bloody shit virus, but, irony, the piece of shit dropped to the floor, his name was on top of it,b but tested negative, then why would he be crying like that for? I wondered, he should have been happy for his family, it was not ruined after all.

Annoyingly he held me close and I pushed him away,

"I'm happy for you, for not carrying it, but why are you dramatically crying? What's wrong, and we can't tell Sarah cause she didn't know in the first place, it's alright, we will celebrate, tonight, in my place, ok? "

I smiled, twinked and gave a little slap over his back, I got down to get the piece of SHIT off the ground, with my smile upon my face, I looked at it, and put it in my back pucket, I grabbed his hand and pulled him, I suddenly stopped, I starred in nowhere, I was not looking at anything, in fact, my mind just froze down, now I noticed, with everybody's face of the people in the hallaway, looking at me, they looked pale, and most of them looked aside when I faced them, I looked at Burak and he grabbed his face in his hands and next to the wall, and his back toward me, I could hear the music of his crying shuttering my heart into a million pieces, finally and after a thousand miles without leaving my place, I took out the paper and opened it, I skipped Burak's paper and reached mine, I read my name clearly; Shamsuddein ..........

moved my sight down the the bottom and there where I took my heart out with a large big teardrop off down and covered almost the whole paper ..

To be continued ...