Stay with me

Chapter 55 - Big tragedies and small mischief

- What? - asked Omer and tilted his head forward like a bull. - Shouldn't I see you as an opponent? And before that, it should have been?

- Earlier - yes, - answered Baisal honestly. "I'm not asking you to understand me, but I'll try to explain. After the death of my wife, no woman could touch my heart. I thought it was paralyzed and this is forever. And then I saw Defne and realized that I am still alive.

Omer's eyes flared with fury. Clenching his hands into fists, he muttered through his teeth:

- Do you understand that you are now at risk of finding yourself with a broken nose and knocked out teeth?

"I understand," he answered calmly. - But I believe in your endurance as a civilized person.

"I wouldn't believe it if I were you," Omer warned.

- Frankly, - Baisal grinned and looked into the eyes of a man enraged with jealousy: - But do not resort to assault in vain. All is in the past. Your wife is pregnant. It's taboo for me. The child is most important. It should be happy and grow up with his father and mother. Therefore, I crushed all the germs of feelings for Defne, except for respect and admiration for her talent.

"Frankly," Omer repeated coldly. - And what do you want from me? Why all these confessions?

Baisal smiled sadly and made an indefinite gesture with his hands.

"The child's desire is the most important," he said. - But I already said that. Jansu is my biggest weakness. I cannot deny her anything. And she wants Omer Iplikci wedding shoes. Exclusive. Made just for her. Therefore, I pacified my pride, opened my soul to you, and humbly ask you to fulfill my daughter's wish.

The rage was gone. Omer looked at the man who, from the first minute of his acquaintance, evoked in him a fit of burning jealousy mixed with fear, and understood that these feelings no longer tear his soul. In front of him stood just a man. And this person needs a service to make his daughter happy. Who is he to deny him this?

"Okay," Omer agreed. - I will do. But I need to see the dress again. Last time I ignored it.

- Well, yes, - Baisal grinned. - Last time you had no time for a dress.

Omer slowly turned his head and looked at the man in such a way that he immediately raised his hands up and backed down:

- I am silent! My reply was redundant. The dress has already been delivered to our home. You can drive up and look at it at any time.

"Bad idea," Omer answered harshly. - I would prefer a neutral territory.

- No problem, - Baisal agreed. - I'll rent a hotel room near your business center, my assistant will bring the dress there. Jansu and I will also drive up, and you and she will discuss all the nuances on the spot.

This solution was perfectly acceptable. After thinking for a few seconds, Omer accepted the offer:

- Good. May your assistant contacts my assistant on Monday and resolve this issue. If that's all you wanted to discuss, then all the best. I would like to return to my wife.

"I will not delay you," Baisal held out his hand and looked straight into the eyes of his interlocutor. - Thank you, Mr. Omer. I confess I was sure of your refusal. And in the integrity of my nose too, - added mockingly and with the index finger of his other hand touched the bridge of his nose.

"Your nose was in rather great danger," Iplikci replied in tune and shook the outstretched hand.

Omer entered the hall and scanned the crowd. Defne stood where he left her and talked with Seda. Sinan was nearby. The girls were probably joking, because the friend, forgetting about decency, laughed uncontrollably.