Stay with me

Chapter 6 Give me a chance

"Because he took her from death." He brought her back to life. He returned her with his love. What have I done? Allowed her to die. I agreed to turn off the device. If it weren't for Omer... How can I forgive myself?

Serdar silently embraced his grandmother and stroked her slender shoulders with his big hand.

Omer and Defne remained in the room together. He still could not believe in the reality of the scene that broke out here a few minutes ago. Мrs.Turkan completely sided with him. She pointed Defne to the threshold of his home. She left her no choice. Such a decision shocked him. Yes, he asked for help but did not think that it would be so harsh. But be that as it may, Defne goes to his house. To their house. They will live together, and he will find a way to convince her of his love.

He went up to the girl frozen in a stupor and put an arm around her shoulders. She woke up. With a motion of the shoulder, she threw off his hand, took her bag from the nightstand and left the room. Omer hurried after her.

Defne did not utter a word either in the corridor or in the elevator. On the street, she went down the steps of the porch and headed past the car park to the road. Adrenaline and anger gave her strength and made her forget about weakness in her legs and fog before her eyes.

Omer caught her hand.

- Where are you going?

"To the bus stop," she said through gritted teeth.

- Defne, don't be silly. What bus stop? We are going home.

- You are going. And I'm going to look for an apartment and a job.

- What kind of eccentricity? You're just out of the hospital, you're weak, you're barely on your feet. And how are you going to look for an apartment without money?

"It doesn't concern you," Defne snapped and tried to pull her hand out. But Omer held tight.

She had some money. On the card that was in the pocket of the handbag brought by Nihan. There was also her passport. But she was not going to talk about this to Omer. Angry with her obstinacy, he grabbed an almost weightless figure in his arms and carried it to the car. At the same time, he didn't forget to inform her.

- It concerns me, my love! Very much. We are going home.

"Don't call me that," she demanded, angry at his perseverance and her impotence.

"I'll call you as I want," he snapped.

Sukru was already waiting for them at the car and immediately helpfully opened the back door. Omer set Defne deeper into the salon and sat next to her, clutching his muscular, hot body to her, fragile and cold. She immediately moved to the opposite door and turned to the driver:

- Brother Sukru, hello! Kindly give me a lift to any inexpensive hotel.

The man's face tensed, and he looked bewildered at the boss. Omer soothingly patted his shoulder and declared:

- Don't mind Sukru. Defne is joking. Let's go home.

The driver breathed a sigh of relief, smiled and started the car. Defne squeezed her lips angrily and turned to the window. Omer, not paying attention to her protest, got comfortable and turned to Sukru:

" Zehra isn't too busy right now?" I wanted to ask her to come every day and help out in the kitchen. Defne needs to gain strength and good homemade food will be very welcome. Yes, and there will be more work in the house. After all, it's not a bachelor who's going to live in it, now it's a family.

Defne understood that Omer provoked her with his reasoning, but persistently tried to hold on and not react to his words. Only her left hand involuntarily clenched into a fist. Omer, as if by habit, gently stroked it and squeezed it with a warm palm. Defne angrily pulled out and crossed her arms over her chest. And this arrogant insolent man only smirked knowingly.