Deniz Hakan's sapphire orbs flickered against the sterile light above him as his fingers slightly tapped at the granite table to his front.
He let out a sigh. Ayse... why was she...this reluctant? his gaze went further back as he arched his head, jaw relaxing as he closed his eyes. Gosh... if only she wasn't so unwilling. His eyes snapped to her shaking off his hands. Looking at him with that cutting glare.
His chest heaved as he then gazed at the clock-noticing the time, his brow furrowed.
It was 5:30--way past the time he had given her. He then rose to his feet clicking the door shut, he strode to her office which was to his very left. He knocked once, twice, nothing.
Ayse...? He even called for her yet nothing. Upon losing his patience-he entered the room. it opened. He turned--Only to see a serenely sleeping Ayse. He let out a deep sigh as he slowly walked near her.
Nur's eyes faltered as he began to inch in closer, gazing at her--Ayse's eyes fluttered opened. Her vision dazed as she notices Nur. Her brows creased,
"W-What are you doing?" a mumbled rolled off her voice which was thick sleep. Nur stepped back, quickly clearing his throat as he mumbled something about the folder. Ayse sat up, hands tugging at her veil, "I will see to it" she murmurs.
Nur's brows jointed slightly, she was doing this on purpose-he knew it. Ayse... I swear to God you are making me mad" his voice came out rougher than usual making Ayse's eyes falter. "I'm not going to tolerate this" he ran a hand through his hair, such a simple job yet... you couldn't do it...
She clenches her hand--though didn't utter a word. he then walks off with a slight frown of his temple. Ayse slumps back to her seat. Dazing off at the telephone as she then picked it up.
Hello...? Layla? yes...
Ayse's eyes falls to the floor* I need you here...
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How careless... he murmured time and time, walking to his office. Switching off the lights--he swiftly left the room.
Ah... he ran my fingers over his hair from time and time. So careless, she doesn't even... "Forget it" he entered the lift--few seconds passed as the door then parted. Not sparing any a glance, he walked to the parking lot. The cold air mixed with the frustration that tugged at him--made everything worser.
His eyes then flickered to the vehicle, He quickly strode to it, upon opening the door--he sat at the driver's side. Resting his hand on top of the steering wheel--his eyes flickered to radio. Turning it on, it crackled to life.
"Welcome back everyone, I'm you host Ozturk esgi" the cheerful voice of her--made him loosen as he then arched his head back.
Back in the now lamp-lit office of Ayse, she worked under that hour. Laser-focused as she swiftly read through the pile of paper to her front. She glances to her phone which she swore to not touch. Her fingers tapped on it as she then clicked on the play button.
"To all the dear listeners around the world, hos geldiniz! (Welcome!) to this late-night podcast series" The host continues on as she returns back to work.
Tapping at the steering, Nur gazes outside for any sight of her, none. Should I go check? he shook his head; she will be alright... what did she do all these years without me? she was fine... he mumbles to himself over and over.
"Our topic for today is Martial love" ooh...? Nur's brows shot up in amusement as he stretches.
Ayse reaches for the flask, her breath caught as she hears the transcript, Martial love...? her voice trails off.
Nur's eyes fell as the host goes on and on about the essence of love.
"When I first got married, I thought it would be like in the movies, you know... the ideology that the man just has to be that perfect that even glancing at his woman would tell him" Ayse's lips began to unknowingly curl as she listens in, grazing at the last sheet of the pile.
"Obviously... that wasn't the case, my hubby wasn't the perfect man that you will find in books--Actually"... the host chuckles, "he was perfect for me"
Nur and Ayse tilts their head in sync, "No... seriously, we didn't have the best of everything, not at all!" I remembered the times where we would go for late night walks, holding hands, just the two of us. Joking around like teenagers. When hungry--we stopped at a near-by diner. The owner was our late friend, Yahya.
Ah... the host clasps her hands, "Honestly a big shout out to him, he was a kind man who didn't expect anything but to see our smiling faces. At times when he denied our money, Mustafa (her husband) he insists on paying and we would share a single burger... her voice falters.
N-Now with him gone... I felt like I lost a part of myself... I'm sorry I know I shouldn't be... unprofessional on air but t-that was something I needed to get off of my chest.
A ghost trail of tears pooled over Ayse's orbs as she listens in.
Nur let's out a deep sigh as Eylul's face played out like a waltz--The way they had danced like children in the kitchen. Messy aprons, flour coated fingers-dabbing at each other's cheek. He tilts his head against the light. How she kissed him every morning when he left for his minimum wage job.
--That was back then, very far back. No use in thinking of it now.
--He then turns to the window, seeing her, Ayse walk towards the car as a sensed of relief washed over him.
Ayse... his eyes flickered to hers, turning of the radio.
She says nothing. Her brows still casting that soft frown. Her hands tugged at the handle to the backseat. Though Nur ushered her to sit beside him. She shakes her head, her frown deepening, "Not a chance... Hakan, I might as well die freezing"...
Nur looks to the ceiling, he lets out a sigh then shot her a look. "Die... then" Ayse's jaw clenched. Her face pricked, though she was sure it was more from him than the snow. He gazed at her, tilting his head. Upon the chilly wind and her freezing self. She reluctantly nods* The door automatically clicked shut.
Nur's gaze fluttered as he took off, the engine hummed to life. He watches quietly, almost in a dazed manner. Ayse noticing his stare, she too looks back. He watches as her lips part, Why are you not--"right" he mumbled, returning to the wheel.
Ayse looks away
To be continued>>>>>>>>>>>