Omer got out of the car, took a tray with presents from Sukru's hands, but was in no hurry to ring the doorbell. He stopped to wait for his grandfather, who arrived in a second car, and also to allow curious neighbors to examine themselves from all sides.
And there was something to see. Today he dressed with particular care, then paid a visit to his hairdresser. The beard disappeared, turning into a long stubble and the hair took its usual, neat appearance. Omer, in his usual, impeccable form, appeared at the door of the Topal family. Leaning on a stick, the eldest of Iplikci, the grandfather of Hulusi, approached him."Well, son," he said to his grandson, "knock on the door."
Omer, ignoring the bell, knuckled on the wood paneling of the door. Voices were heard inside the house, then footsteps and the door opened. Grandmother Turkan went out onto the porch and stopped in confusion. She only goggled from one man to another.
"Good morning, grandmother Turkan," Omer bowed and, in front of the whole street, kissed her hand.
"Good morning, Madame Turkan," said Grandfather Hulusi. "We came with courtesy to pay respect to the relatives of our precious daughter-in-law Defne."
Grandfather spoke loudly so that the ears of a neighbor who stood nearby would hear every word. Grandma, not understanding what was happening, stepped aside and, pointing with her hand to the door, said:
- Welcome!
The men entered the house, and aunt Turkan, before following them, proudly threw up her head and looked down on the gossipers. They stood as if struck by thunder. How? Why? After all, this can not be! Iplikci themselves, also with gifts, came to the threshold of Turkan and the eldest called Defne a precious daughter-in-law! Here is the news so the news!
Mr. Hulusi and Omer were seated on an old sofa in a cozy and clean living room. Grandmother and dumbfounded Nihan sat on the sofa on the other side of the low table. Esra was making coffee in the kitchen.
Omer was silent. He ceded the right to his grandfather to start a conversation, and he spoke.
- Dear Madam Turkan, we know that we caused your family a lot of grief, but be merciful and listen to us. My son and daughter-in-law, and I did wrong. They imposed a lie on the children, from which they could not get out. They parted, suffered ... But they love each other and will be unhappy if their paths separate.
"Mr. Hulusy," the grandmother objected, "but Omer himself wanted to get a divorce. I understand that he left in a hurry. He was angry, offended ... But he filed for divorce two months later, which means he consciously decided so. And our girl, - tears glistened in the eyes of aunt Turkan, - she suffered so much.
"Madam Turkan," Omer spoke up. "Filing for divorce is my mistake." The biggest mistake. I am ashamed to admit the reasons that prompted me to do this, but believe me - I regret them. I love Defne. I love her very much. She is my wife and will remain so.
"But then, what do you want from me?" - asked Turkan.
Nihan, which was completely unlike her, sat silently. Esra, who brought a tray of coffee, set it on the table and sat next to her grandmother. Hugging her and pressing her head against her shoulder, she gazed steadily at Omer. He did not hide his eyes. He looked openly and all his feelings were reflected in his dark eyes.
"Only one thing," Omer answered the question of grandmother. "I want you to let me apologize to you for all the grief that I have caused you."I repent and regret what I did when Defne told me the truth about that dishonest game that my aunt and uncle dragged her into. If I could turn back the clock, I would never leave Defne. I wouldn't leave ...
He paused in mid-sentence and sighed heavily. Aunt Turkan, looking at him, threw up her hands and folded them in front of her chest in a prayer gesture. She shook her head and said:
- Omer my son, am I not angry with you. They played your life and you cannot be blamed for the fact that you were angry and left. But Defne ... I can't allow this to happen again ..."
Mrs.Turkan," Omer leaned forward and looked straight into her eyes, "I swear." This does not happen again.
But grandmother only mournfully pursed her lips.
"You think so now." But what if Defne again makes you angry and offends you? And you leave her again and go away? What will happen to her? No, "she shook her head," let everything remain as it is. " You will divorce and everyone will live their lives.
Omer dropped his hands. He did not know what else to say and how to convince the person dear to Defne that he had changed and would never again be the same. That his wife is the meaning of his life. And no matter what she does in the future, no matter what mistake she makes, he will not leave her. Do not let go of her hand.
Esra, who was carefully watching Omer's face, turned to grandma Turkan and, looking seriously into her eyes, asked:
"Grandmother, will Defne be happy in this new life without Omer?"
There was silence in the room. Everyone was looking at the girl. Grandma with surprise, Nihan with admiration, Omer - with gratitude. And Mr. Hulusi smiled at her with a kind smile and turned to Turkan.
- Madam Turkyan, your granddaughter is right. Running away from possible insults, part because of fear of new pain, will Defne and Omer not lose the most important thing - their happiness.
Grandmother looked down and thought. She wanted happiness for Defne. Her dear girl deserves it like no other.
"Aunt Turkan," Nihan said, "Defne will never fall out of love with Omer." I know that for sure. If we protect her from him, we will make her very unhappy.
- Allah Allah! Everyone came over me, " grandmother wailed. - And if Defne herself does not want to return to Omer? What can I do then?
"Aunt Turkan," Nihan held out condemningly. - Is that you? When such nonsense stopped you, as someone's delusions?
The eyebrow of Mrs.Turkan slowly crawled up, her shoulders straightened, and a sly glow appeared in her squinted eyes. Nihan exhaled loudly and said:
"Well, that's better." And then got on: "What can I do? If she doesn't want to? "- She so plausibly imitated her grandmother's voice that Mr. Hulusi, Esra and Turkan herself laughed, and even Omer smiled a mean smile.
- We are developing a plan to return Defne to happiness. I'm a think tank!
Defne struggled with herself for a day. She tried not to look at the drawing accessories brought by Omer, but her eyes returned to them again and again. Fingertips tingled with the desire to take a pencil. Before the mental gaze, pictures appeared and the soul demanded to display them on paper. As a result, she could not stand it. She set an easel on her lap, attached a sheet of paper to it and plunged into her world. She drew shoes. Black as her pain. Passion lurked in the weave of scarlet straps, and the heel was so high, thin and impudent that at one glance at him his head was spinning. A sharp toe and elegant lines promised the woman that it was in these shoes that she would confidently rise to the top and stay there forever. Because it is worthy of her.
Having finished the drawing, Defne laid aside the pencil and looked at her work carefully. And she admitted to herself that she likes it. For real. What Omer used to criticize her work for has disappeared.
"Because I became different," Defne admitted to herself. "I'm not afraid anymore." Nothing. It hurts me, but I'm not afraid.
"She got out of bed and went to the window. Putting the drawing on the windowsill, she opened the sash and turned her face to the hot August breeze. It ruffled her hair, blew over her face, made its way under a wide hospital shirt. It filled the lungs and gently touched the lowered eyelashes. The wind continues to blow, Defne thought longingly, but not for us anymore ...
Omer quietly entered the room and stopped, unable to take his eyes off the thin figure against the background of a brightly lit, open window. The sun's rays played with copper highlights on the hair, shone through the thin fabric of a loose shirt, kissed pale skin. Defne stood motionless. Her head was slightly tilted back, and thin hands held the window sashes. As in a dream, Omer went up to her and, lightly touching her hair, reached out to hug. But as soon as he touched her shoulder, she flinched and stepped aside. When she looked around, her eyes burned with cold, and a mask of equanimous indifference froze on her face.
- Omer, don't you have anything to do than coming here every day? she asked with undisguised irony in her voice. But inside she froze spellbound. Omer shaved his beard, cut his hair, and again resembled her Omer - impeccable, perfect ...
"A strange question," he retorted, trying his best not to show his disappointment. - My wife is in the hospital. Where else should I be?
"Where have you been all these months - in Мarseille. With Iz, Defne thought, and answered aloud:
- I'm already fine. You can breathe calmly and go where your heart calls you.
Omer came closer. Without taking his eyes off her face, he reached out and carefully tucked a red lock over her ear.
- And if I'm right now where my heart is.
For a moment a flame blazed in Defne's eyes and immediately went out. She walked around Omer and went to bed. She sat down on the edge and, looking tiredly out the open window, asked:
"No, Omer." You, unlike me, never lied before ... didn't say big words. Don't tell them now.
- I am not lying! - He went up and sat down next to her. - Defne, listen to me.
She looked into his face and asked:
"Did you listen to me?"
He bowed his head guiltily. Defne is right. Thousand times right. He asks her to listen and understand, and then, after the wedding, he did not give her such a chance.
"But you are not like that," he answered constrainedly. "Your heart is bigger ... kinder." It has always been able to forgive ...
- Enough, Omer! - Defne interrupted him. A bitter determination rang in her voice. "I have nothing to forgive you for." You did as you thought fit. And I accept your choice. I thought and understood a lot - we are too different. I don't know how to live by the rules, and you cannot love me as I need. And that means - from this moment our roads will separate.
It was aching in his chest. Her words were killing. He did not want to hear them, did not want to perceive them. He did not want to let them into his consciousness and his life. He tried to explain:
"I thought a lot too, Defne." And I realized that I do not care. On the rules, on the principles ...
The door opened so suddenly that both winced. A nurse entered the room. Smiling kindly, she put a stainless steel tray on the nightstand and turned to the patient:
"Mrs. Defne, I need to give you an injection."
Defne looked expectantly at Omer.
"ОК, good," he got out of bed and raised his hands in a conciliatory gesture. - I turn away.
- Didn't it occur to you to go out the door? No? - Defne muttered sarcastically behind him.
Omer just shrugged. His attention was drawn to the drawing, which lay on the windowsill. He went up and took it in his hands. One glance was enough to understand that Defne's work was impeccable. There is not even a shadow of fear in it. In lines and strokes, naivety disappeared and strength and confidence appeared. Insolence. Liberty. He was hurt by the realization of what exactly gave rise to such courage. And it was bittersweet that old, trusting and innocent, Defne was no more.
"Very beautiful," he said.
Defne didn't seem to hear. She, leaning against the head of the bed, sat half-sitting on the bed and looked at the nurse, who was closing the tray with syringes. Smiling at the patient and wishing to recover, she left the room. Omer turned and quietly called his wife:
"Defne," she looked at him, "do you remember that contest for Olis?" Defne nodded. "With that picture, you would have beaten me."
She grinned wryly and looked away.
- Never mind. It doesn't matter anymore.
Omer could no longer endure her detachment. Putting the drawing on the windowsill, he sat down on the bed and squeezed her shoulders with his palms.
- Defne, what are you saying ?! Doesn't your talent matter? Then what does it have? - He looked into her face, but she did not raise her eyes. And was silent.
- The model you painted can be a hit of the season for Passionis.
Eyelashes shot up and Defne burned him with a look. But her voice sounded calm. Even detached:
- Take it. The drawing is yours.
In the chest became unbearably painful. He clasped her face in his hands and lifted it to him. Holding it and peering into her eyes, with a desperate desire to reach out to her, he said:
- But the issue is not about drawing. The main thing is you! Your happiness. Your success!
"And Passionis," Defne sounded in a barely perceptible irony.
She scared Omer. He did not understand the reasons for her attitude. Without taking his eyes off her, he answered warily:
- And Passionis. After all, you are part of it. One of the most important. Defne removed his hands from her face, turned away, and laughed shortly.
"I've never heard anything dumber." My presence in Passionis was too short for me to leave my mark there.
Omer felt himself starting to get angry. Her stubbornness, the fact that she did not want to hear him and understand, started and raised a wave of anger in his chest. And all the promises he made to himself went to hell.
"Do you think of me like that?" - he asked. - What did not leave a mark in my heart?
Her eyes, when she looked at him, were dark and impenetrable. Not a single muscle flinched on her pale face. With absolute certainty, she replied:
- Yes.
Her answer blew up the brain. Words scattered into letters spun whirlabout and did not want to form phrases. He wanted to say that she was mistaken. That his heart belongs only to her alone. That he cannot live without her. That he loves only her. But the voice did not obey. And Omer did the only thing that could express his feelings - he bent down and kissed her. He clung to her closed lips with a frantic desire to melt the icy armor into which Defne shackled her heart. But she did not answer. On his desperate attempts to open her lips, she pressed them tightly. She did not resist, but the slender body in his hands tensed and stiffened. When Omer released her lips, Defne wiped them with the back of her hand. Her hand trembled noticeably. Her voice, when she spoke, sounded stifled:
- What for? What do you want from me? What are you trying to achieve?
Her gesture hurt his heart. Thoughts were still spinning, but Omer managed to pull out a couple of phrases from them:
"I want you to ... give us a chance.
"What is he doing with her? Defne wanted to scream, hit him, speak out in his face everything that she thinks about him and his request. But she was silent. Just looked into his pleading eyes.
Once he flew to heal his wounds to Iz. He did not care about her, Defne, and her suffering. Let now returns to his first love, but leave her alone.
She survived and now knew that she could freeze her feelings and continue to live without him.
"Go away," she said firmly, and when he jerked toward her, she put forward her hand. - Do not touch me. It's over, Omer. Our story is over. Go away.
He looked at her. So thin. Almost incorporeal. On hollow cheeks, a thin neck, deep hollows of clavicles. She seemed fragile and helpless. But in her eyes, a fire burned with such indestructible power that it could melt the stone with his flame.
Omer shook his head.
-It's not over. We have experienced a lot. We'll survive this also.
- Don't you understand?! - cried Defne. Cold calm and indifference shattered into pieces. Her face twisted in pain. Her voice sounded abruptly and rang with despair.
- There is no us, no! And it never was! There was you, the magnificent, perfect Omer Iplikci and the stupid Defne, who disappeared into you without a trace. Do you know why I lied to you? Lied a whole year? Because I didn't want you to suffer. I didn't want you to push your family and friends away, lock yourself in your proud loneliness. I wanted you to be calm and happy. Do you think it was easy for me? Every day I was dying from fear and guilt, from the helplessness and problems that crushed me inside. My conscience tormented me. Kill powerlessness. I was desperately looking for money to close the debt to your family and every time I screwed. And you crucified me for that. Because the perfect Omer Iplikci never trades his conscience. And I traded! Traded, you know! Because I had no other choice. I needed to get my brother out of the mess, safe and sound, I had to keep my family afloat, and then, when you burst into my heart, to protect you from pain ... I fell in love with you! So in love ... With all my heart, every cell. You were the air that I breathe, the sunshine, the heat ... But you did not experience such feelings. Now I understand that. Each time you left, scoring me out of your life, cut me off, not sparing or doubting. And now you say we survive?
She looked with her piercing amber eyes. She looked into his soul. And the soul under her look writhed with shame. Each of her words with a hot iron lay on his heart and burned with hellish fire. How much his Defne had to endure it, and he ...
"Defne, I didn't know ..." he tried to justify himself, but the words were so miserable that he was sickened by their wretchedness.
- And if you knew? Would it be any different? Wouldn't you leave? Didn't leave me? Not cutting off ties with your family and Sinan?
Omer had no answer. More precisely, he has, but he wanted to howl from its terrible truth.
Without waiting for an explanation, Defne continued:
- We didn't succeed. And it will not work. We are too different. Our orbits rotate in different directions and never meet. "She sighed frantically. "I also have principles, Omer." Simple, but for me, they are of great importance. I will do anything to save my family. Anything! And I also need to be loved with unconditional love. Me, do you understand? Such аs I am an imperfect one. With all my mistakes and fears. And finally, I must be the only one for my beloved. I understood the latter already here. I have always humbled myself. With Ferial, Iz, Fikret. I found excuses for you. Blamed me. I thought I was not like that. Not good enough for you since you look at others and think about them.
- Defne, this is nonsense! - Her last words outraged Omer, and he finally got out of the stupor. - From the moment I fell in love with you, I have not thought about anyone else!
- Truth? - bitterness and resentment changed her voice beyond recognition. - If you didn't think, then why were you so sure that if it weren't for me you would have loved Fikret?
And again she struck with words into the solar plexus and knocked the air out of his chest. Again he did not know what to answer. And Defne was waiting. She wanted to hear what was wrong. That came up with a problem that does not exist. She didn't wait.
- Are you silent? She asked softly, but infinitely sadly. - Okay. Never mind. In any case, I will no longer put up with other women and agree to second roles. I will not allow to destroy myself. To nobody.
- Defne, there are no other women. You are the only one I look at whom I think of, "Omer spoke hotly, but she interrupted him again.
" And that's why you went to Marseille?
A lightning bolt pierced the brain.
Do you think I've gone to Iz? " - Defne was silent, but the answer could easily be read in her eyes. - Honey, you're wrong. Leaving Istanbul, Iz left a ticket with an open date. I found it among the documents ... that morning. I didn't care where to fly, and I flew to Marseille. But that doesn't mean anything.
He wanted her to believe him, but Defne only frowned and asked:
- Omer, do not make excuses. This doesn't suit you. Consciously or not ... it doesn't matter. Irrelevant. We will not see each other anyway. Tomorrow I will be discharged home, and I will return to my simple world. And you will return to yours. If you sign the divorce documents, the lawyer will complete the formalities, and we will become for each other only a memory.
She spoke these blasphemous words so easily. Without hesitation and pause. As if phrases had long been formed in her head, and now the language only voiced them. Omer became scared. He realized that Dеfne was not pretending, not cunning, not trying to put pressure on his conscience. She made a decision and chose her path. But he also chose. And wouldn't turn away from it for anything in the world.
Omer leaned over her face and clasped her thin hands with his hands just above the elbows. Looking into ner eyes persuadingly said:
- Never! I will never sign a divorce paper. I will not give up. I will find the opportunity to see you every day until the moment when you return to our home.
- Our home is not and never has been. There's yours," Defne stubbornly objected.
- Our, my love! All that is mine is yours. We are a family. "He leaned even lower and kissed her forehead.
Defne rested her hands on his chest and, gathering all her strength, pushed and screamed:
- Can't you hear me?! What family? I turned your soul inside out. I told you everything. And it's like you specifically refuse to understand me. We cannot be together, we cannot! Don't torture me anymore. Go away !!!
"Does it never occur to you that I also want to turn my soul inside out ?!" - Omer's voice also broke into a cry.
Defne hunched over, covered her face with her hands and shook her head.
- I do not want your wrong side! I do not want it! Go away, please. Go away! The iron lady who turned into a fury went down, and in an instant turned into a little girl. Defenseless, vulnerable, fragile. Compassion for her suppressed his anger and irritation from her obstinacy. To the point of trembling, he wanted to put her on his lap, hug, to hide her in his hands and, rocking quietly, to whisper words of comfort in her ear. But Defne didn't want that. And he did what she asked. He got out of bed and went to the door. Then he looked around. She still covered her face with her hands.
- Good, Defne. I'm leaving. Let's both calm down and start thinking sensibly. And then we'll talk.
Omer waited for her to look at him, say at least a word, but in vain. He sighed heavily and went out.
Defne slowly took her hands from her face and looked at the closed door. He obeyed. He went away. Then why is it so aching in her chest?
Omer sat down on a familiar bench near the entrance to the hospital and pulled out a phone from his pocket. He called and, waiting for an answer, said abruptly:
"Sinan, Defne started painting again." Shoes. The drawing and designs she invented are magnificent. We must not allow her to leave. It will be a huge loss for Passionis. "And for me," he added mentally.
- Great news, brother! I'm just going to the hospital. I'll talk to her. Defne is a sensible girl. Don't worry, we won't let her go!
Do not worry. Easy to say! Omer lowered his hand with the phone down and thought. Ah, if Sinan managed to persuade Defne not to leave! Joint work has always brought them together, quenched resentment. Perhaps now she can become a panacea for their broken love.
***
Sinan admired the drawing. Yes, that's it! Shoes that every second woman wants to have in her closet. If Defne continues to work in the same vein, she will become a serious competitor to Omer. The designer herself was lying on a hospital bed with the headboard high up and was closely watching the reaction of a friend.
"Well, how is it?" she asked impatiently and frowned. Some things do not change. Patience is not yet her strength.
But Sinan did not notice her dissatisfaction with herself. He smiled broadly and raised his right hand with his thumb and forefinger folded in the letter "O".
- A masterpiece! Defne, you have incredible talent. And it used to work out well, but now ... So, stop lying on a hospital bed. I give you a week to recover and on Tuesday I am waiting for you in the workplace. You have not forgotten that you are a designer of Passionis?
"Мr.Sinan," Defne opened her eyes in surprise, "I have been absent from the workplace for more than two months." Shouldn't you fire me?
The man continues to consider the drawing only vexatiously shrugged off:
- She found a problem. You had extenuating circumstances. We will not focus on this. And in any way, stop with this "Mr." Aren't we friends?
He looked at Defne. She lay as pale as a canvas. Sinan laid aside the drawing and asked anxiously:
- What's the matter? You feel bad? May I call a doctor?
"No," Defne looked into his eyes. "Mr.Sinan, I will not return to Passionis."
"What do you mean, you won't come back?" Will you leave for competitors?
Defne saw the fright in the eyes of her former boss. She shrugged and honestly answered:
- I do not know yet. I will look for work, and what will turn up ...
"Why do you need to look for a job?" Sinan interrupted her. - You have it. In Passionis! Where you are valued and expected. By the way - favorite job. Defne, do not be silly!"
I cannot stay in Passionis," Defne stubbornly repeated.
- But why?!
She could lie. Come up with a bunch of excuses. To say that her decisions, only hers, did not concern the executive director Passionis, but Defne did not do this. She told the truth:
-"I don't want to cross paths with Omer...
Her voice was muffled and Sinan carefully looked at her face, which was frozen like a mask. Her lips are tight, her cheekbones are tense, her nose wings are slightly trembling ... he didn't like Defne's mood at all.
- "Haven't you forgiven him?" he asked sympathetically.
"I forgave him," she answered.
"Then why are you pushing him away?" Omer wants to be with you.
- How long? How much is enough? - Defne shook her head. - No, Мr.Sinan. I can no longer be so trusting and careless.
When Omer left me, my heart was breaking into pieces. Every time stronger and stronger... I'm afraid I won't be able to glue them together next time. I can't let that happen. I have a grandmother... and Esra. How will they be without me?
- And if he realized his mistakes? If he has changed and understood the main thing - what can not live without you? Can't you give him a chance to prove it to you?
- No! - firmly answered Defne. - I'm not giving it. There are no second chances.
Realizing that he could not prove anything to her now, Sinan stepped back. He smiled kindly and said:
- Do as you see fit. But don't cut it hot. Do not leave Passionis, for an unknown job. Let's agree: your place is yours. If you do not find anything that matches you and your abilities, you will return and work with us.
Defne knew that she would not return. Never. But the argument tired her and took her last strength. So she nodded in agreement.
Sinan beamed.
- That's smart! And now about the "Mr." Defne I was not joking. Stop setting the boss/employee trait already. We are friends. And you can always count on my help and support. Good?
Defne nodded silently and smiled.No sooner had Sinan left the squad, as Omer had already stepped across to him.
- Well? He asked impatiently. - What did she say?
"Why are you here?" After all, you said that you would go home.
"It doesn't matter," Omer waved off. "What did Defne say?" Could you persuade her?
- Yes and no. She does not want to work in Passionis. I suggested a compromise - her place will be waiting for her, and if she doesn't find a decent job, then she will return to us. She agreed.
Omer bit his lip and ran a hand through his hair. She doesn't want ... but she agreed. Not perfect, but at least something. And he will take care that no other work is found. Omer from the past tried to raise his head and appeal to conscience, but the current Omer only frowned in annoyance. Spit on the principles. Love is more important.
In the evening he again loitered around the house aimlessly. Nothing attracted, nothing held his attention. Brewed by an expensive coffee maker, his favorite coffee seemed disgusting, the selected film was annoying. After standing for a few minutes over the simulator, he kicked him and went out onto the stairs. Struggling with a desire to call Defne and hear her voice, he went into the bedroom and pulled back the closet curtain. Defne dresses and suits hung next to his shirts and suits. Returning home from Marseille, he found suitcases in the living room. The ones they were planning to fly to Bali with ... on their honeymoon. And in the corner was a stack of boxes with satin bedding, lace tablecloths, beautiful dishes, and women's clothing. Defne's dowry.
Then he sat on the sofa and looked at them for a long time. And then he asked Sukru's wife to sort it out and put it in the cabinets. She fulfilled the request exactly, and Defne's clothes took their place next to him. It was so ... right.
Omer touched the green chiffon of the evening dress, then opened the drawer of the chest of drawers with linen. He bought it himself. He chose it, burning with desire and imagining how black lace, purple silk, pale green satin would cling to delicate, snow-white skin, tone it. How will he take it off, kiss the beautiful body, love ... Running away the next morning after the wedding in Marseille, how could he forget about these dreams? Why did he allow the dark side of his mind to take over? There was no answer. Only regret and bitter repentance. And a firm determination to restore happiness.Тo brings Defne back.
***
On the day that Defne was discharged from the hospital, the entire Topal family, as well as Iso and Omer, gathered in her ward. The patient herself, dressed in her clothes, impatiently walked around the room. Clothing, old jeans, and a green T-shirt were too big for her, but she did not pay attention to it. Just think, I've lost weight. It was more difficult not to pay attention to Omer, but she successfully coped with this task by defiantly ignoring his intent gaze, with which he accompanied her moving around the ward. Iso caught her arm and sat her on the bed.
- Defoe, I'm certainly glad of your activity, but stop now. Sit down and calmly wait for the doctor. He will come now, "he ordered. Defne sighed and complied.
The doctor came in a couple of minutes. He smiled at Defne, greeted the others and clearly outlined recommendations: a calm atmosphere, positive emotions, good nutrition, love, and care.
- In a month's Defne, I'm waiting for you for a check-up. Beautiful, full of health and happiness. Now you can go home, "he finished the instructions and turned to Omer. - Mr. Iplikci, accept my gratitude. If it weren't for your perseverance and the order not to turn off the life support apparatus, then your wife would now be ... "the doctor didn't finish, but everyone in the ward, except for Defne herself, understood what he was silent about. "You not only saved the life of your wife but also my peace of mind. Thank you."
Omer nodded silently and shook the doctor's hand. When he left the chamber, Serdar smiled broadly and asked:
-Is that all? Can we go? Ryza probably waited in the car. Defne, Nihan, and grandmother will sit down to him, and Iso and Esra and I will take the bus.
Omer had already opened his mouth to offer his help, but grandmother Turkan was ahead of him. She, in an unobjectionable tone, declared:
"Esra will come with us."
How with you?" - the grandson was surprised. - The four of you do not fit in the car.
"Defne is not coming with us," his grandmother explained. "She doesn't go to us at all.
"Everyone except Nihan and Esra, who looked at each other and tried to hide their sly smiles, stared at the grandmaTurkan, dumbfounded.
"Where is Defne going?" - stupidly flapping eyes asked Serdar. Before answering, the grandmother looked at everyone and delivered a verdict:
- To her husband. To her home.