Deniz Hakan's sapphire orbs flickered against the sterile light above him as his fingers slightly tapped at the granite table to his front.
Nur's pov: I 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.
Hakan... he murmurs, Hakan she calls me. Nur's lips curled. I recalled the times she called me, Nur... his chest heaved as he then gazed at the clock-noticing the time, his brow furrowed.
It was 5:30--way past the time I gave her. I then rose to my feet clicking the door shut, I strode to her office which was to my very left. I knocked once, twice, nothing.
Ayse...? I even called for her yet nothing. Upon losing my patience-I entered the room. it opened. I turned--Only to see a serenely sleeping Ayse. I let out a deep sigh as I slowly walked near her. As I got closer, I couldn't help but notice a little trail of saliva slipping over her the side of her lip.
Without a control my lips carved into a curl, she is still doing this...?
Nur's eyes faltered as he began to inch in closer, gazing at her--His palm shot up, reaching for her face--Just as it connected--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...
---------------------------------------
How careless... he murmured time and time, walking to his office. Switching off the lights--he swiftly left the room.
Nur's pov: Ah... I ran my fingers over my hair from time and time. So careless, she doesn't even... "Forget it" I entered the lift--few seconds passed as the door then parted. Not sparing any a glance, I walked to the parking lot. The cold air mixed with the frustration that tugged at me--made everything worser.
My eyes then flickered to the vehicle, I quickly strode to it, upon opening the door--I sat at the driver's side. Resting my hand on top of the steering wheel--My 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 me loosen as I then arched my 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-dapping 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.
Hakan... she murmurs, hands grazing over the handle. Though Nur ushered her to sit beside him. Upon the chilly wind and her freezing self, Ayse nods and quickly enters from his left. 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, Hakan... why are you not--"right" he mumbled, returning to the wheel.
To be continued>>>>>>>>>>>