Stay with me

Chapter 34 - Redemption

"No," Fikret disagreed. - People love someone because one heart is attracted to another. Warm heart. It recognizes it between thousand. But, unfortunately, not always that, another heart reciprocates. And there is no one's fault.

"I'm glad you realized that."

-So do I.

An awkward silence hung in the office. All words said, secrets revealed, and idle chatter was not appropriate.

"I guess I'm holding you back," Fikret said. - Goodbye. Thank you for listening.

She went to the door, but Defne stopped her.

- Wait! - Fikret looked around. "You said your grandmother gave you the diary." If she is alive, why did you consider yourself useless and unloved?

Fikret smiled sadly.

- Because mom was very beloved. Grandmother could not come to terms with her death. And dad, buried himself alive. It happens. The mistake of one, the wrong choice of the second, breaks the life of the whole family - having finished the phrase, she again moved to the exit.

Again Defne stopped her.

"Fikret," the girl froze but did not look back. "Your mother made the right choice."

"Thank you," she answered and went out the door.

Defne went to the chair and sat on the edge. She looked thoughtfully in front of her, and then tore off and ran to the top floor. Nodding to Derya, without knocking, she burst into Omer's office. He stood by the window and spoke on the phone. Defne walked up to him, hugged his waist and pressed her cheek to his back. Without stopping the conversation, Omer covered her palms with his free hand and squeezed lightly. Defne's face lit up with a soft smile.

Hastily saying goodbye to his interlocutor, Omer turned to his wife. Taking her chin, he raised her face to himself and looked into her eyes.

- What happened? - asked in alarm.

"I missed you," she answered.

Omer smiled. Covering her nape with a large palm, he pressed her head to his chest and kissed the top of hеr hair.

"Kitten," he said gently. - Come to me.

Defne trustingly rubbed her cheek against the soft layer of his gray jacket.

- How do you smell so good? When I breathe in your scent, all the problems fade into the background.

"So, is there a problem?" - Omer pulled away and, raising an eyebrow inquiringly, looked into her face. Defne answered with an uncertain grimace. "So, let's sit down, and you will tell me everything," he ordered and led his wife to two armchairs facing each other. Having seated her in one, he sank into another, took her cold hands in his hands and ordered:

- Tell me.

- Fikret came to me.

- What? Cried, Omer. "She upset you again?" No, this woman does not understand the human language. I have to act differently...

- Shhh! - interrupted his angry tirade Defne. "She didn't want to upset me." She came to apologize.

- To apologize?! He got angry. "Let her shove her apologies ..."

- Omer! - She looked at him reproachfully, and then smiled and gently touched the black stubble of his beard. - Take it easy. Sometimes people make mistakes, and then repent of them and ask for forgiveness.

"And what made Fikret repent?" - Omer asked with an evil mockery. "Maybe because I warned about breaking all Passionis's contacts with her after the charity show?"