AHYAN
I drove to the hospital that used to be near our old house. I remember coming here for Baba’s occasional check-ups with Annem. He was a heart patient and there’d been one heart attack that had rattled both Annem and I. And so we’d force him to get checked every once in a while.
“Let’s go,” I say to Nur and she sits silent for a moment before unstrapping the seatbelt and opening the car’s door.
Walking inside in silence is pure torture. I don’t know what the hell is going through her head but mine is kind of going wild. There is a bit of nervousness and a whole lot of joy.
Since I had taken an appointment with the gynecologist, I provide my name to the receptionist. She tells us to be seated in the waiting area.
With a nod, Nur and I wait patiently till our turn comes.
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