Stay with me

Chapter 71 - Prophetic dream

Defne sat down in front of the puppy, gently scratched it behind the ear, and said in a soft, bubbling voice:

- Allah! Miracles and more! How did you get this mattress in here? Isn't it big?

- Fighter! - Omer squatted down next to his wife and stroked Kid's shaggy head. - It wanted it. See, Emine has a loyal protector and friend.

"The best thing you could think of is to give Emine a puppy right now," Defne looked at her husband gratefully. Rising to her feet, she bent over the crib and stroked her pink cheek gently. - They will grow together, and Bead from the cradle will know what friendship is.

Omer also stood up and stroked his daughter's other cheek with the same gesture.

- She will know many things from the cradle. What love is! Care. Mercy.

- She will know that daddy loves her, - Defne said with slight sadness, and Omer's heart sank. Her childhood pain was still a nail in her.

"She will know that dad loves mom more than life," he said and kissed her warm temple.

Defne smiled at him and bent over the crib again. Emine was waking up. Sulking, twisting her legs, and rubbing her face with her fists. Not letting her cry, Defne took her daughter in her arms and turned to Omer:

- Dad, get the bath ready. Let's swim.

***

Mirai's first impulse was to slam the door in front of her father's aristocratic nose, but the man accustomed to commanding resolutely stepped through the threshold and stopped in the middle of the hallway. The girls came out of the kitchen and stared at the guest with curiosity. Mert appeared next. Crossing his arms over his chest, he leaned his shoulder against the wall and looked defiantly at his grandfather.

- Good evening! - He greeted, but no one answered him.

Only Jeren asked Mirai:

- Mom, who is this?

Mert answered for her. Looking intently at his grandfather, he said:

- This, my sister, is the person who was the father of our mother.

- Our grandfather? - Asli asked in surprise.

- He was once, - still glaring at the gray-haired man, answered Mert. - Now we have no grandfather or father.

"Quiet, boy," the man said sternly. - Show respect for your elders.

"I'm fine with my upbringing," retorted Mert. - Mom took care of it. And I respect the elders when they deserve it...

"Mert," Mirai said, softening her stern tone with a soft smile. - Go to your room. Change your clothes. Let's go to the cafe to have ice cream, - she looked at her wristwatch. - In ten minutes.

The girls, glancing at their grandfather, slipped past him and disappeared into the back of the apartment. Mert slowly followed. He almost hooked the guest with his shoulder, but no longer deigned him with a look. He walked into the living room and plopped down on the sofa, showing with his whole appearance that he was here, next to her, and would not allow anyone, especially grandfather, to offend his mother.

Mirai straightened up and, looking her father in the face, said:

- I am listening to you. If possible, be short. We have plans for the evening.

She did not invite the guest to enter the room, and he remained standing in the middle of the corridor. The old man tried to keep his head straight, but there were pain and remorse in his eyes. The voice sounded measured and stern.