His Bosnian Love | { Kenan Yıldız Fanfic }

2 - Esma

"Esma come out here and do the dishes they're not gonna do themselves!"

Esma was just waking up at the sound of the rooster when her mom started with the commands.

If there was one thing people here in Bosnia knew to do, especially older, it was to be overbearing.

As if she already didn't have to study for college.

But she didn't.

She didn't go to college but still learned every day like she did go.

In her small town, it was a disgrace for a woman to reach the ripe age of 20 without a man.

And especially if there were rumors about that girl sleeping around.

Esma knew very well what she had and hadn't done and in things she hasn't done in her life is be near a man that isn't her family.

Yet people will always talk and all you can do is just suck it up.

That's what she was taught her whole life.

To suck it up and shut up, maybe someone will pick her and she wouldn't be the laughing stock of the town.

The walking whore of Tuzla.

And not even Tuzla, she was in a small village on the outskirts of the town.

But now all that was supposed to occupy her mind was her mother's demands.

And there she was, getting up and getting down to work.