Don't Call Me Sister

"Little brother, let's go slowly. I can't die right now. If you want to die that much, leave me somewhere. I'll call and get big brother or uncle."

As little brother increased the speed of the car, I looked at him and said with a hint of fear in my heart. But instead of reducing the speed of the car, little brother increased the speed even more. The car was cutting through the wind and moving forward without stopping. I swallowed a lump of saliva with difficulty, feeling the fear in my heart.

"Oh, I'm afraid the car will n..t As soon as he stopped, he grabbed my hand and got out of the car, pulled me out from the other side, and held me against the body of the car while I was scared. He was holding me against the body of the car with his strong body while tears were streaming down my eyes.

"Ri..de..nava"

I said while my cheeks were wet with tears, squeezing in pain. I felt a pain from my baby pressing against his big chest. He had been angry with me since morning. That anger must have increased even more after the incident that happened during the day. It was not difficult for me to understand that he was hurting me like this for those reasons. But I still couldn't imagine where this boundless anger would go for my little brother. I didn't think it was a good thing to get angry over such a small thing. Maybe it was because of the tears falling from my eyes that he relaxed me a little. Only then could I breathe properly. I had been holding my breath for the past few minutes.

"Why have you been teasing me since morning? I got into my brother's car this morning and started teasing me. Don't let me scream and yell, Siheli. You still don't know how this thirty-something is."

When my little brother came close to my face and shouted angrily, I teased him. Even though he was so angry, I wanted to tease him even more. The reason for that was my name that came out of his mouth. Even though I was small to everyone in the house, I was Siheli to him. He himself said that he would never treat me as his sister.

"Don't call me by my name, little brother. I am your sister. Besides, what else can you do besides teasing me when you go to clubs and dance with girls?"

He teased me as best he could.

"How can you say you're my sister, T muse? T muse, did you come out of my mother's womb with me to be my sister? T muse, if you say that again, you'll break your mouth. And have you seen me go to the club with women and dance around?"

My little brother asked, getting closer to my face, holding my breath. When he got closer to me like this, I even forgot to say anything. The environment was dark and rainy, and there were few people or vehicles on this road at night, so he spoke his words loudly. He knew as well as I did that I couldn't talk this close at home.

"Why did big brother tell you this morning that you still haven't been able to get rid of those old habits? You must not have been going to clubs and keeping your morals. Don't you really have any shame in going to places where old women are, little brother?"

My eyes must have been burning. I felt so much anger. When big brother's words rang in my ears in the morning, I didn't feel that kind of anger towards my little brother. It was because of that anger that I tried to get away from him. I put both my hands on his chest and tried to push him, but he didn't move even a tenth. Instead, he smiled at me from the corner of his mouth.

"Even if I took a thousand for a woman, there's no way that T muse would get hurt. Who is my T muse to get hurt like that."