Yusuf Ali
Melahat Hanım and her husband were having breakfast with us. Thankfully, Beril was nowhere to be seen. My grandmother was slowly explaining everything and calming the situation.
I looked at the woman standing next to me. She was trying to have her breakfast quietly. She didn't speak unless asked a question. She put a piece of cheese in her mouth. I was fixated on her lips, those lips I couldn't get enough of last night.
I cleared my throat. I hadn't taken off my jacket. I had a significant detail to hide because of her. As it swelled more, I shifted in my chair.
"Are you okay, brother? Why can't you sit still like you're sick?"
I looked at Sibel angrily. She just couldn't stay out of anything.
"I'm fine, Sibel. I just didn't sleep well last night."
"Oh, did the baby keep y
