Sibel
People from Malatya don't say "get up."
I shouted, "Get up, get up," and kept shaking the man lying in bed.
"What's going on, dude?"
The man, startled and reaching for his gun, pressed the barrel to my forehead. But this was the second time this morning. Twice now, a gun has been pointed at my forehead. Enough already.
"Come on, get up. I'm telling you to get up."
"Sibel? What are you doing here, girl?"
He was looking at my clothes. Is everyone around here as twisted as you? Though I wish I hadn't seen the tent in front of him. I cleared my throat. Let's get back to the topic. Don't mess around, Sibel. You came here for an important matter.
"We have business with you."
"Easy now. We don't look at our friend's sister."
"Oh, come on. I looked at you, and you didn't move?"
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