His Bosnian Love | { Kenan Yıldız Fanfic }

8 - Esma

The pebbles were scattering beneath me as I was going on the path to the public fountain at the edge of the village, carrying my water jugs.

Now that I was close enough, I saw a big crowd surrounding the place I had to go to.

Ugh, people.

If there's anything I hated in this world which was already full of hatred, it was the sound of people which made me reminisce about the time when the only thing on their tongues was my name.

I paused in my step as I immediately noticed what caught their attention.

Or rather who?

The same man that was laughing with me on the bus last night.

Adem was by his side and had an arm draped over his shoulder.

The 'audience' all around them was ecstatic and couldn't keep their googly eyes off him.

Of course, Adem was an attractive young guy but it's more than obvious whose attention they preferred at the moment.

And the blonde guy had nothing to do with the current raising of heartbeats which clutched the youngsters' chests.

I just had to get to the fountain.

Which was right behind them.

In my whole life, I've never wished more greatly just to be invisible and hurry up with my water errand.

I took a deep breath and decided that there were far more exceptional dreams worth pursuing than those of my cloaked appearance which wouldn't be seen like Harry Potter's.

As soon as I reached the fountain, I could feel dozens of eyes on me.

With my back turned to them, I wept silent prayers that I'd go by unnoticed and un-talked about.

As I was filling my first jug, every droplet of water felt as if it was purposely taking a decade to fill.

I swear as if the whole world went in slow motion and every millisecond was passing by like an hour.

I could feel sweat trickling down my spine and feel it slowly but surely slightly damp my shirt out also so I knew I'd be looking like a whole mess once this was all over.

But then, a voice clicked me out of my trance and made me jolt, hitting my head on the handle as I was standing up.

A couple of snickers were heard but as I was rubbing my temple I realized who it was.

"It's you, right? You are the one who brought me here yesterday."

"Y-yes. I guess."

I tried my best to avoid the taunting gazes that I was given but failed epically when I glimpsed towards this girl who already had her hand on her friend's ear, whispering something, and then both of them laughing out loud staring at me.

I saw him turn around and as if it was a stern warning not to mess around, they quickly stopped in their chortling session.

"Oh, your water is filled." He chimed in as he bent down to take hold of it.

He gracefully pulled the jug up, sealing it off with its cap and handing it to me.

I mean, it would have made for an oddly romantic moment hadn't I had two more to fill.

"Oh, thanks." I muttered, putting it beside me and picking the other one up.

I could tell that he had no intention of backing up, since he was still standing at the same spot, this time just fingering his pockets, probably to soothe his anxious feeling at the moment.