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"This song is a Turkish love folk song 'Katibim'. The students of Turkish language of Department of Languauges dedicate this song to the love of lovely Harry Dawson. May you find your love interest. We tried to help convey your feelings to the Goddes you're searching for.
To the Goddes we wanted to say that please give Harry a chance and also grace us with your presence.
Remember to vote for the Turkish group for the upcoming Language contest.
Thank you for your patience."
Anna stood frozen in her spot. All the happiness of the song drained out of her. All the intelligent neurons and the remaining senses went flying out of her.
She lost her footing and was about to fell down when the doctor got hold of her arm and guided her to the bed.
Anna rubbed her neck looking around.
Her remaining brain cells working on how to get out of this situation.
Out of School.
If..If..By any chance anyone found her...everything...everything will go down the drain.
Even flushed.
Eww..
Anna hurriedly grabbed her uniform which she laid down on the chair to dry but it was not fully dried yet. She hurriedly grabbed a paper bag and stuffed her clothes into it.
"Do you have a mask?" Anna asked.
The doctor nodded and gave her a mask.
Anna hurriedly wore the mask and covered her head with the cap of the hoodie taking the bag she stepped out of the doctors room.
Only to be halted, looking at the boy standing in front of her. With his back supported to the wall.
Harry has been standing outside the clinic for half an hour now. Just as the confession ended he ran here thinking that she might come out.
He was sure that the girl was in the room.
Both of them looked at each other in eye.
Anna looked at the boy for a whole minute memorising the one who got her in this predicament.
And then she sprinted away, down the stairs.
Harry was caught of guard and then went after her.
"wait...stop...I..."
Anna continue to ran down without looking back. Just as she was about to go down the stairs to the ground floor she looked at the herd of girls coming up.
Kill me already.
Harry came behind her.
There was no way left out.
I am done today. My cover will be blown. Anna's breath stuck in her throat. She looked around.
Harry stood above the stairs. His eyes trained on her. Below the girls have also detected her. Now looking at her as if ready to pounce on her.
Her eyes looked at the window. She was on the second floor.
Are you sure?
There is no other way.
Anna again looked at them. Not finding any other way.
They were coming towards her.
Anna hurriedly opened the large window and without thinking anything jumped out.
She jumped out of the window from second floor.
All of their mouths hung open.
What did just happen?
"ahhh...." the girls shouted loudly and looked down the window. They didn't notice the girl running away because according to them one could only die after jumping from second floor.
Harry couldn't even believe his eyes.
Did she really jump out from the second floor.
He looked down the window and but could only see the back of the girl dressed in black already exiting the school.
She have brown eyes.
He noted.
Savannah ran and ran until she reached the cafe. Without waiting for a breath she grabbed her scooty keys and immediately went home.
Not once did she looked back.
...............
Savannah's eyes were trained on the laptop as she stared at the video. Her eyes trained on the subtitles.
She was searching for that song which played in the school today and behind that song blasting in the whole school there was a horrendous reason.
That ugly reason was announced to all the students teachers even the ants and lizards and even the disgusting cockroaches of the school.
The video started playing with the subtitles and Anna eyes bore into the screen.
Üsküdar'a gider iken aldi da bir yagmur
Üsküdar'a gider iken aldi da bir yagmur
While going to Uskudar, rain poured down
While going to Uskudar, rain poured down
Kâtibimin setresi uzun, etegi çamur
Kâtibimin setresi uzun, etegi çamur
My scribes coat is long, his skirt is muddy
My scribes coat is long, his skirt is muddy.
Kâtip uykudan uyanmis, gözleri mahmur
Kâtip uykudan uyanmis, gözleri mahmur
The scribe has woken up from sleep, his eyes are cloudy
The scribe has woken up from sleep, his eyes are cloudy
(Her mind made the scenes with her dressed like the women and a the boy dressed as the man and both going walking on the road with his long coat getting spoiled by mud while she looked at him with predatory shining eyes. Just as she would pounce on him at any moment.)
Kâtip benim, ben kâtibin, ele karisir?
Kâtibime siter eter faltu ne güzel yarasi.
The scribe is mine, I am his. what is it to others?
My Scribe what a wonderful way to screw people over.
A chill ran down her spine.
Her treaterous mind made different scenes according to the song.
Üsküdar'a gider iken bir mendil buldum
Üsküdar'a gider iken bir mendil buldum
While going to Uskudar, I found a handkerchief
While going to Uskudar, I found a handkerchief
Mendilimin içine lokum doldurdum
Mendilimin içine lokum doldurdum
I put lokum (Turkish delight) into my handkerchief.
I put lokum (Turkish delight) into my handkerchief
Kâtibimi arar iken yanimda buldum
Kâtibimi arar iken yanimda buldum
While I search for my scribe, I found him at my side
While I search for my scribe, I found him at my side
Kâtip benim, ben kâtibin, el ne karisir?
Kâtibime kolali da gömlek ne güzel yarasir
The scribe is mine, I am his, what is it to others?
Starched shirt looks nice to the scribe.
Anna shuted down her laptop angrily as she stood from her chair and roamed around the room.
She looked at the laptop as if it was the cause of her problems. Her devious mind wanted to tear it into pieces.
Small pieces that no one could find.
Anna breathed heavily. Her face was red looking for something sharp which she can use to bang on the head of that boy.
Kâtibimi arar iken yanimda buldum
Kâtibimi arar iken yanimda buldum
Kâtip benim, ben kâtibin, el ne karisir?
Kâtibime kolali da gömlek ne güzel
Her subconscious mocked.
Savannah shuddered visibly thinking about it.
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