Stay with me

Chapter 32 - Above the clouds

"I'm afraid of tickling on my neck."

"What?"

"You asked me to say something that I didn't tell anyone else. So - I'm afraid of tickling on the neck..."

The scene at the house in the mountains passed like a film in front of her eyes. Omer points to his neck and smiles like a boy.

Really? ...

Defne looked at him. He talked with Sinan, laughed, and looked like a man who has no secrets. Which conscience was not tormented by guilt? He was free and happy. She looked at Fikret. An undisguised triumph burned in her eyes. And this look made Defne think of her pride. She raised her chin and spoke with calm serenity as if her heart had not just been pierced by a long sewing needle:

"All men have a past, Fikret." It is foolish to give it meaning and pull into the present. Passed and forgotten, - she smiled a duty smile, which did not reach her eyes. - Sorry, I have to go to the girls. I want to make sure that they are not tired and feel good.

Defne went to the screens. Fikret looked after her and a red veil covered her eyes. What kind of woman is she? And when did she manage to change like that? Defne from the past would explode in a split second. The current one didn't even raise an eyebrow. But Fikret was sure that with her hint she would force her to throw an ugly scandal to her husband and his alleged lovers. And then Omer will see her essence as a goose from the neighborhood and understand how wrong he was when he married this plain girl.

Fikret looked at him. Such painfully desirable and beautiful. She wanted him madly. And he, noticing neither her nor her longing glances, looked after his wife with love in his eyes. Her own were kindled with an unkind fire, and her lips tightened. But no one noticed this. The workers of Passionis and Tranba, scurrying back and forth, as well as Omer himself, did not care about Fikret Galo.

Until the evening Defne avoided her husband. She circled the girls, discussed photos with Koray, and with Laura and Ahtem - sketches, as well as materials necessary for their implementation. Omer, smiling a little mockingly, but affectionately, watched his wife from the side. He knew her active nature and the fact that sitting idle is not for her. But she did not violate the doctor's recommendations, and he did not intervene. Only once did he catch her eye when Feryal approached him to discuss an article for a photoshoot and the opportunity to interview girls. And Omer did not like this look. Defne immediately averted her eyes, but he saw in their depths bitterness and pain. He was frightened and was ready to apologize to Feryal and hurry to his wife, but the next moment she turned to Seda and, laughing cheerfully, began to say something to her.

"It seemed so to me," Omer sighed in relief.

But in the car, when they returned home, the anxiety returned. Defne looked depressed and sad.

"Beloved," he asked, leaning towards her and looking into her eyes, "are you feeling well?"

"Yes," she answered. - Why do you ask?

"You look sad."

- I worry about Kumru and Dila. Leukemia is an insidious disease.

He silently took her hand and interlaced his fingers with hers.

Defne was silent all the way home and at supper. For some reason, she closed the curtains in the dining room and answered all the questions of Omer monosyllabically. Most of all now he wanted to pull her out of this state. And he spoke incessantly. About today's shootings, about a charity evening, auction, and much more. She nodded and smiled with her lips. The eyes remained sad. And when Omer mentioned Feryal in the conversation, he again clearly saw the pain in their amber bottom. He took her chin and turned her pretty face to himself.