12
With the wedding over, everyone returned to their never-ending daily cares. A heart-wrenching calm settled heavily upon the village. Araz too returned to his typical occupation.
Today he had gone out to sea at the very nip of dawn, and in the mid-morning when the sun began to heat up, he’d come back. Now he sat on the porch waiting for Ay-Bebek, while eating breakfast and drinking tea.
“Back, huh?” said his wife, coming out of the inner room.
“Yep. Go and send Baljan out, the weather’s warm already, fish won’t last long in this temperature. Yes, send him out, and then…”
“…And then, what?” His wife smiled coquettishly.
“Then the two of us will do some chores!” and he grabbed her around the waist with hands that still smelled of fish.
“Is that all you think about?” she complained,
