Untitled Episode 6
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Laila smiled softly and said,
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
John replied a little embarrassed,
“I wonder… how quickly our lives are changing.”
Laila looked out the window and said quietly,
“Yes, it is changing, but this change is the most beautiful.”
That afternoon, John brought Laila home. The house seemed much more familiar than before. It was as if the walls were silently smiling in anticipation of the arrival of a new life. John carefully helped Laila sit up in bed. Then, looking around, he suddenly said,
“You know, we should prepare for our little guest now.”
Laila smiled,
“Why so hurry?”
John smiled softly and said,
“Because I want our home to be filled with love when he comes into this world.”
The days slowly passed. Time seemed to move at its own pace, but for John, every moment was becoming more precious. He started taking care of Laila more than before. When he returned from college, he would first sit next to Laila, talk to her, and inquire about her.
Laila would sometimes put her hand on her stomach and say softly,
“Listen, little one, your father is waiting for you so much.”
John would smile from the side and say,
“Not just me, we are both waiting.”
Time seemed to move slowly… and with each passing day, a new dream took deeper root in their hearts.
One evening, the red sun was setting in the sky. There was a strange peace all around. John and Laila were sitting side by side on the balcony. Laila’s hair was blowing in the light breeze.
Laila said softly,
“John, what if it’s a girl?”
John replied with a smile,
“Then she will be the most beautiful girl in the world.”
Laila asked again,
“And what if it’s a boy?”
John thought for a moment and said,
“Then he will be a good person like his mother.”
Laila smiled and rested her head on John’s shoulder. At that moment, they both felt that the most beautiful chapter of their lives was standing right in front of them.
But not all days are the same.
One day, John did not want to go to college. His mind was strangely restless. He was thinking about Laila all the time. Today he would have to be alone, because the worker who looked after Laila every day had taken a day off.
Even after going to college, John could not concentrate. He could not even teach the introductory chapter of history properly. Even though he was standing in front of the students, his mind was on home. To Laila.
He waited restlessly for the last class bell. Finally, when the holiday bell rang, he did not delay a moment longer. He walked quickly towards home.
When he reached the gate, his eyes naturally went to the window. But today he did not see Laila there. During this time, he often stood by the window waiting for John.
John's chest was heaving.
He quickly entered the house and called out,
"Layla! Layla!"
There was no response.
He started running from one room to another. It seemed as if the house had suddenly become empty.
Just then, a rumble of clouds was heard outside. In an instant, the sky darkened. A storm began, accompanied by heavy rain. Nature itself seemed to have become restless.
One question after another began to swirl in John's mind. Where did Layla go? What happened?
Restlessly, he sat down on a chair, but he couldn't sit still. Suddenly, a strange sound came to his ears. A thump, a thud... like the sound of water falling from somewhere.
He noticed that the bathroom door was half open. The air was coming in because the window was open, making an uncomfortable sound.
John slowly walked towards the door. His heart was beating faster and faster in his chest.
He froze as he pushed the door open and entered.
Layla was lying on the floor, covered in blood, unconscious.
For a moment, John seemed to be at a loss. The scene before his eyes was unbelievable.
Layla was lying frozen on the cold bathroom floor, blood splattered all over.
The roar of the storm outside, the sound of the windows rattling, and this silent, terrifying scene inside, all combined to make the moment seem like a nightmare.
John's body began to tremble. He slowly knelt down next to Layla, calling out to her with trembling hands,
"Layla... can you hear me?"
But there was no response.
At that moment, John understood. A deep unknown terror stood next to the most beautiful dream of his life.
“Layla…! Layla…!” John called out, trembling. There was a hint of panic in his voice, as if each word was being torn from his chest. He quickly knelt down beside Layla and gently lifted her head into his lap with trembling hands.
Layla’s face was pale, lifeless. The color had disappeared from her lips, her eyes were closed, and her breathing was so slow that it was difficult to detect. John’s chest suddenly pounded, as if his heart had stopped beating for a moment.
“Open your eyes, Layla… I’m here… nothing will happen to you…” he whispered, but his voice was shaking. The words seemed to be trying to convince himself, a desperate attempt to suppress his fear.
Outside, a strong storm was brewing. The sky was filled with thunder and lightning, occasionally illuminating the room for a moment and then plunging it into darkness again. That momentary flash of light made Laila's frozen face look even more terrifying. John realized that he couldn't sit like this, a second's delay would only increase the danger.
He stood up with a thud and quickly ran to the telephone on the table next to him. His hands were shaking so much that he had trouble even dialing the number. He made a mistake several times and had to start over. Finally, he got a connection.
Even though he had the phone pressed to his ear, his eyes kept returning to the bathroom, where Laila was lying frozen. The sight seemed to break him from the inside.
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