NUR
Bright light filters through the little window’s curtains. Ahyan had put everything as so dark and I don’t know–I thought he lived in one of those unmodern small houses.
His house is small, yes, but it’s also very warm and cozy and just so full of life. I’ve decided to have a house like this one day.
“Ahyan,” I say, pulling him by the sleeve into the hallway. He looks at me with questioning eyes. “What did you tell your mother about me?”
“Don’t worry about her–”
“Just tell me, please,” I hate not knowing something they all know.
He sighs. “Nur, I’m telling you that it doesn’t matter. Annemhas accepted the fact that we’re married.”
My lips turn down in dissatisfaction. Ahyan turns to leave but then looks back.
“Try not to be so awkward, okay?”
With a bad face, I look down. Wa
