Stay with me

Chapter 38 - Because of you

- And your parents? Have you already informed them about the wedding?

His face darkened. He shook his head and replied:

- There is no one to tell. Father and mother died shortly after we parted with you. They fell into an abyss. They drove along a mountain serpentine at night ... together ... no one knows what happened. Dad was a very good driver and knew this road very well. Why he lost control, I still cannot understand...

Tears glistened in Laura's eyes.

"I didn't know," she whispered and put her arms around his shoulders. Her fingers gently stroked his hair on the back of his head, and these touches healed old wounds. Ahtem closed his eyes and continued the story:

- After the funeral, I had no reason to stay in Crimea. I didn't want to. I sold everything ... the house, the family business ... and came here. To Istanbul. With the money raised, I opened a workshop, rented an apartment ... Omer helped me a lot then. After all, he also experienced a similar tragedy and understood how I felt.

"My poor one," Laura whispered. - How much did you have to go through...

"Both of us," Ahtem corrected her and looked into eyes sparkling with tears. "We both went through trials and loneliness.

- And we deserve happiness?

- We deserve it.

After this conversation, the feeling of unity became even stronger. Both understood that in the whole world they no longer have a single soul mate, except for each other. The past has finally gone aside. No, it was not forgotten, but it no longer had power over them. Trust became absolute, the love deeper. Both knew - their feelings are forever and the time has come to build their own, common life.

Iz and Deniz were getting ready for the wedding. As Deniz wanted, it was scheduled for December 20th. Iz resigned herself but demanded the most beautiful dress. It was for it that they flew to Paris for a couple of days. The dress was bought quickly. Fortunately, the bride knew the French fashion world well and immediately went to the desired boutique. Alone. Deniz was ordered to sit at the hotel and wait. At first, he was indignant, but Iz enlightened that, according to European beliefs, the groom should not see the bride's outfit before the wedding. This brings misfortune.

Mumbling for decency that they are Turks, not Europeans, he nevertheless agreed and remained to wait for her at the hotel. She returned a few hours later radiant and happy. Declaring that she had chosen a stunning dress more beautiful than which Istanbul had never seen before, she pulled Deniz to walk around Paris. To her Paris. It was different from the favorite tourist routes. But it was on these carelessly bohemian streets that Deniz saw the real soul of the city. And he really loved it.

Just wait, - Iz chirped. - I'll take you to Marseille also. This is where the real soul of France lives.

Deniz smiled broadly in return and kissed the insolently curved lips. He was ready to go even to the ends of the world, if only with her.

Sinan and Seda had the best days of their lives. Nisa was in stable remission. From a painfully pale and haggard girl, she turned into a young beauty with thick red curls, delicate blush, and shining eyes. She returned to school again and worked hard to prepare for her final exams. Seda, who for the first time in many years felt calm and free, threw herself headlong into love. She lived it openly and greedily. Flying in the clouds Sinan demanded a wedding, and she agreed. Taking with him heavy artillery in the person of Omer and Defne, he came to Mrs. Meryem with a silver tray in his hands. The deeply moved woman burst into tears and gave her blessing.

Nisa cut the red ribbon connecting the rings, and Seda and Sinan truly became the bride and groom. They decided to make the wedding in April. And on New Year's holidays, Sinan invited the Berensel family to visit his parents in Switzerland. Mrs. Meryem was frightened, Seda was surprised, and Nisa was delighted. And all three of them agreed.