Love and Punishment (Islamic Story)

Chapter 3

Asya did not know what to do, she was shocked. First she wanted to slap him or splash the hot tea on his face. Yes she needed the money but this, this was disgusting as if he trying to buy her off with money.
She was angry, her breathing was getting heavier and heavier her face was probably red by now. Her hands were in tight fist, 'How dare he?' She thought.

She quickly stood up from her seat and walked in to the front door and opened it.
"You have five second to get out of here before I loose my temper" she said as trying to calm herself as much as she can.
Arda got up from his seat and walk towards Aysa, this was harder than he thought, she was indeed rebellious. But for him she was the last hope for his brother.
"Listen you got me all wrong, I just want to...." Before he could finish Asya cut him off.
"Leave" this time sounding angry, she repeated. He nodded his head, as he was walking out the door  he stopped.
"This is my card call me if you ever change your decision" he said as he left the card on the ground knowing that if he would handed to her she would ripped into pieces. With that he left, leaving Asya in many thoughts.

Asya was back in the hospital. She had brought the family life savings and golds which total of thirty eight thousand. It still wasn't enough for the payment. She was out of any options. Her brother also searched for the money as well but nothing.
Her yenge(sister in law) came beside Asya.
"Asya how are we going find the money" she cried.
Asya didn't wanted to meet her yenges eyes because she didn't have the answer to it.
"Yenge don't worry about it, just worry about the baby In Sha Allah we'll find it" Asya told her yenge.
"Go and take a rest, you're pregnant you need rest" Asya continued, her yenge Aisha nodded her head and went away.

She was now sitting in the hospital hall, less than thirty hours left. She was frightened after a long time she didn't know what to do. As she was waiting the doctors and nurses rushed to her mothers room. Thru the glass window she saw her beloved mother having an attack. Asya froze on her spot as she saw her mother suffering brain attack.
'I have lost baba(dad) already', I cant loose you too'

Asya ran outside and dialed Muhtars number, the card that Mr.Altin gave her, she ripped into pieces, now she wished she hadn't.
"Salam Muhtar send me the hotel address that Mr. Altin stays at" she said  and ended the call.
After a minute she got a text from Muhtar. It was only few blocks from the hospital so instead of taxi she ran, she ran as if  life depending on her. She was tired and exhausted. She barely slept and ate in two days.
After five minutes she stopped as she reached the hotel front lobby.

"Can you call Mr.Arda Altin" she said to the reception as she was trying to catch her breath. The receptionist dialed some number on the phone and waited for someone to answer.
"Hello Mr.Altin there is someone downstairs asking for you" he said as looking at Asya.
"Asya Kaya" she gave her name. The receptionist nodded his head.
"Her name is Asya Kaya" he continued and the ended the call.
"He'll be here in a minute " he informed Asya.
Asya nodded and thanked him and waited on the couch in lobby. She was nervous, 'Is this the right thing to do?' She was asking herself but she didn't have any other choice she had to do this for her beloved mother.

She was cut off of her thoughts when Mr. Altin stood in front of her. As always he was in business suit.
She stood up as well from her seat. She didn't know how to begin the conversation.

"I agree" her voice was low and sad, he knew she didn't wanted this something serious must of happened with her mother that change her decision. He nodded his head.
"I already called the people from the hospital and the money is already transferred.... and Asya when I said you will be marrying my brother I didnt meant that way" he told her, now she was confused.
"What do you mean?" She questioned him.
"My father have cancer and has less than a year to live, five years ago I married an American but got divorced last year because of our culture and different religions our marriage didn't work, so my fathers wish is to get my younger brother married with a Turkish girl and first my brother refused but then my fathers condition worsened so me and my brother came up with a plan. Marriage by paper. I promise you its only on papers but I have only one condition thru this marriage and that is you to keep my father happy." He said in a low tone so no one could hear it.
"Anyway we'll talk more details later"he said.
They both headed to the hospital, first thing when she arrived her brother hugged Asya and gave her the good news.
"Anne is in surgery, someone donated the money"he said with excitement. Asya smiled weakly she had sacrificed herself for her mother. She felt disgusted as remembering her decision, but as always life had other plans for Asya. Plans that included for second heartbreak.

Hours have turned to days, days have turned weeks and weeks have turned to month.
It was a month after the surgery her mother survived and was quickly recovering from it. Asya had told her family that she wants to get married and her family did approved of it. She hasn't seen her future husband yet only in pictures.

She have learned that his name is Azad he is twenty seven years old, just graduated from University. His occupy is business management.

After the henna night she going to America the next day. She was frighten to move out from her village to a big country such America. She was sitting in her bed when her sister-in law walked in. Asya have told her everything her sister in law was the only person in her family knew the truth.
Her sister in law Aisha sat beside her and hugged her. Retrieving from the hug Aisha kissed her Asya's forehead. 
"Thank you for all that you've done, I going to miss you so much"Aisha cried.
Asya smiled and whipped her sister in laws tears.
"Me too" Asya repeated. She sighted heavily and hold her tears again and prayed that everything hopefully will be fine, In sha Allah