Stay with me

Chapter 8 - Farewell

Defne, cold-heartedly, looked at the screen, and her thoughts threatened to blow up her brain. The beautiful female face was now the worst thing she could see. But it was on the screen. She hesitated for only a second, and then with a trembling finger, took the call and brought the phone to her ear.

- Omer! - the worried voice of Iz sounded from it. - Where did you go? You came out in the morning from my apartment and seemed to sink into the water. I'm worried.

The world turned upside down. Deception ... everything that happened yesterday ... his confessions, kisses, tenderness, and passion ... all deception. Why, Almighty? What for?!!! After all, she had already resigned herself ... Why did he give hope again? To finish her off?

- Hello! - sounded from the phone. - Omer ?! Omer, why are you silent?

Defne swallowed and answered deafly:

- Omer can't answer. He is in the shower ...

- Defne? - Iz's voice has changed. Become bewildered and low. "Have you flown to Marseille?" A good idea...

"No," Defne cut her off abruptly. - Omer flew to Istanbul.

- Really?! I can't believe it. So you reconciled? I am glad.

Iz tried very hard to portray joy, but Defne distinctly heard the bitterness in her voice.

"No," she objected. - We aren't reconciled. It's just ... circumstances brought me to Omer's house.

"He couldn't forgive, right?" - Iz said quietly and sighed. - This is Omer. He does not give anyone a second chance. Cut off a person, removes the ring and leaves.

- The ring? - Defne was shocked. - What do you mean? Why did you say about the ring?

"But you did have a wedding." On June 16th. An invitation came to me ... And suddenly the seventeenth Omer flies to Marseille, appears in my apartment, gloomy, angry without a ring on his finger. Says nothing, just asks for a drink ...

"Appears in the Iz's apartment? ... without a ring on the finger? ... Again a lie! When did you forget about your principles and learned to lie, Omer Iplikci? Or have you always been like that and your ideality is just a mask, and I'm the naive fool who took it at face value? What else is a lie? "- thoughts were bitter and choked with tears.

- Iz, I'm sorry, I can't talk. Call Omer later.

Defne pressed the red dot to end the call and gently put the phone in place. Wrapped in a sheet, she got out of bed and slowly walked to the window. Behind the glass, the morning sun shone and flowers bloomed brightly in the garden. The very ones that she planted, after an overheard conversation of Omer with Fikret. He then so beautifully described with words his love for her, Defne. Were these words a lie too?

She wanted to cry. Her eyes were burning and a bitter lump in her throat did not allow her to breathe, but Defne held back tears. She will never again show her weakness and will not cry before Omer. Never.

Thinking that Defne was still asleep and not wanting to disturb her, Omer, dressed in one towel around the waist, quietly opened the door and, stepping entered the room.

But the bed was empty. His wife, wrapped in a sheet and holding it on her chest with her hands, stood by the window. So exquisitely graceful and touching. Dark blue silk tightly wrapped around her chest and waist and went down to the floor with beautiful, wide folds. Her tangled copper hair lay on the snow-white shoulders. She was so beautiful that Omer caught his breath and a fire began to burn in his groin. Seeing nothing around except for her thin figure, he went up and hugged her. Kissing a warm shoulder, he whispered hotly in her ear: