Aysun, seeing herself in the mirror, hated this situation.
Just above her left eye, it looked almost as if someone had taken took a black pen pencil and drawn put an X in the center middle of her eye to mark marking it against something
She didn't know why she hated herself so much. Aysun didn't know when it started, how it started, she couldn't remember what how this pain was like, maybe she had become numb.
As she walked down the stairs, she heard the sound of cutlery coming from the kitchen. Her grandmother Huriye was slowly preparing breakfast.
She also made Aysun's favorite egg bread, she talked to herself, the old woman got angry, you see, you forgot where the lid of the Huriye jam is.
These forgetfulnesses were not normal, because the poor woman was diagnosed with dementia. Since then, Aysun goes out less and participates in fewer social activities.
After all, there was only him and his grandmother in this life. They were alone and his mother had left his father when he was young.
She did not know him at all. His poor father, Halim Bey, had succumbed two years ago to cancer that destroyed his grandmother, and he was diagnosed with early dementia.
Aysun did not even know which branch of this life she would like, why it had to be so hard.
Yes, life was very difficult, there were points that even she could not endure, but she had to endure.
Yes, she admitted that such a responsibility at the age of seventeen was difficult, but what could she do, that was the destiny written for her.
The Hurriyet lady sits and eats breakfast while Aysun does not even say to come. Aysun would not sit down at the table without putting a bite in her mouth. Anyway, maybe this disease has taught her to be a little selfish, Aysun thought.
Aysun Lady put three spring rolls on her plate and swallowed them with her coffee. She swallowed the last bite of a delicious breakfast with quince jam on her bread.
At last, he realized that it was time to go to school. When he looked at the clock, it was forty-five past seven, and he immediately got up from the table and gave his beloved grandmother placed a juicy kiss on the cheek.
She took her coat from the turquoise wardrobe with the white daisy figures on it and quickly left the house without even lacing up her boots.
With the wetness of the rain that fell outside during the night, the smell of the earth mixed in the air, accompanied by the overcast clouds, he began to walk towards the school. The school was just around the corner, and Fatoş lived across the street from the barbershop.
This was a beautiful Iztepe street whose cheerful walls were filled with cartoon drawings by an artist.
She tried to get to the classroom by running, and he ran at full speed to enter right in front of the teacher. When he got to the door, the geography teacher was right behind him and their eyes met. It was as ifUğur’sr teacher said again.
She immediately went in and sat down. She prayed that the teacher would not talk about it, in his way.
On the other hand, his friend Aydan spoke with his eyes as if she was trying to fool him. Aydan was his friend since her first year of high school.
She was a bright and lively girl. She had brown hair and dark brown eyes. Although she was not very close to her, she had a good friendship with Aysun.
She was more with the beautiful twins Melda and Selda from class than with Aydan. Uğur's teacher talked about his memories throughout the lesson and bored the whole class.
She recounted all her travel memories, from jumping off the waterfall to trying to pray on the plane.
However, he was extremely attentive and caring town toward students. The fact that he had a daughter their age also played a big role.
When the bell rang, the whole class sighed deeply. When Aydan got up from the queue and went to Melda and her friends, Aysun was alone, this always happens.
Doruk, who was sitting in the last row and was Aysun's best friend, sat down right next to her and handed Aysun a piece of chocolate.
When he looked at Aysun, he noticed that she was very quiet, and he wondered why he should do something to cheer up his friend.
"Now, tell me, quiet girl, why did your ships sink in the Indian Ocean today? “ he asked.
Aysun turned to look at her friend. She looked very cool today with her brown hair and her gray cardigan with the red headphones around her neck.
"Do not ask, Doruk is very obsessed with my grandmother, you know, when I come to school she has to be alone, I wonder if I should find someone to take care of her." said.
Doruk He thought for a while, finally, an idea occurred to him and his eyes began to shine.
- "I think my sister is very well suited for this job," he said.
On the other hand, Aysun could never, never trust Doruk's older sister because she was too clumsy and had panic attacks. But he did not know how to say it without offending his friend.
Doruk, who was immersed in the phone, suddenly started laughing and shouting. So much so that since she had become accustomed to this situation, the whole class no longer reacted to their friends with this exciting attitude, but at most occasionally threw pencil holders.
- "Let us see what happened, Doruk Efendi," Aysun said, handing him the phone and showing him the latest news.
"Breaking news.
A citizen in Iztepe claims that a witch wanders the streets at night. The news keeps coming..."
Aysun looked at her friend and asked if it was real.
- "Do not tell me you believed it, Doruk," she said. Doruk, on the other hand, went to his desk and began to speak, "I do not believe it, my uncle must have drunk something that kills rats, he can't see such things."
Aysun thought of passing this lesson and going home. For his thoughts were still with his grandmother. It was too negligent to leave her alone at home, she thought, but she had no other choice.
This little girl had to somehow get on with her life. Her tired arms could no longer support so much weight. She wished that someone would come and say, "Come and give me something, I am with you," she thought.
Who was that? Why had his mother actually left him, had not he loved him so much, what kind of motherhood was this? A man would die for his child, but he would never leave him alone. Maybe if she had died, Aysun would not have felt so much hatred, but being alive and being so careless drove her crazy.
ArtifactatIf he had a grave, he would at least go and weep. Well, who was would he going to cry to, who was would he going to worry about on that this difficult day, everybody everyone was looking around, and everybody everyone was looking around, my mother did this to me, my mother bought this for me, and this she was bragging that we talked to my mother about it. He did not want to show his pain to anyone.
She would always be a strong, upright woman and no one would see her cry. Why was crying a weakness? Why should a person be a loser just for feeling an emotion? It was very difficult to be someone who thought about such things at that age. For some reason, he was also angry with his father. He had burned all of his mother's pictures when he was gone, he would know what he looked like if he attached this at least had a picture of him. The little girl did not wonder what color my mother's hair was or what my mother's eyes would look like.
Her hair was a jet-black horse's mane that reached his back. Her eyes were dark as night, Aysun's skin was like white porcelain, and she had a small inkwell nose in the middle of her face. Her fingers were thin and she was very slim, although his grandmother always complained about this weakness. She was also not tall, so Doruk always called her a dwarf princess, so was it a crime to be one-fifty?
No, Aysun was not beautiful, she was different. At first glance, she had a striking appearance air. An observer could not take his eyes off this girl for long, she was almost like a porcelain doll.
Finally, the lesson was over and she left the classroom, gathering all her books in her backpack, which she had sewn from various fabrics in the shape of an owl. She glanced behind her for a moment, feeling that someone was watching her from afar. She had not looked ahead as She crossed the street. If the black car had not stopped suddenly, she would have almost been involved in an accident. Her mind was so confused that he could not even see the road she was walking on.
The cold went right to her bones. The girl wanted to go home as soon as possible. She got permission from the principal because she was mistakenly sick. A lesson was early, but for her grandmother, the earlier she left went, the better.
After twenty minutes she arrived at her neighborhood, although her house was close by before she left she had to do some shopping, after all,l she had all the responsibility for this house.
When he entered the house, he saw his grandmother sitting opposite a woman. When Aysun entered, there was a cold silence between them.
She was a woman with icy skin and jet-black hair, apparently in her mid-forties.
After hanging his coat on the coat rack, he walked toward the burgundy armchairs.
Not only the house but also the furniture was old. Huriye Hanım was still using her dowry from her first marriage. Her son told her to get a new one, but he refused because a new piece of furniture would never be as strong as the old one.
Aysun also sat down on the armchair and greeted the woman with her head, and the woman looked at Aysun from head to toe for a moment. It was a familiar look that said, "Come and embrace me," and finally Aysun decided to speak.
"Welcome, how do you get to know my grandmother again, if you do not mind?"
The woman suddenly stood up and walked towards the girl before touching her hair and feeling its silky softness. Finally, he slowly lifted his head and inhaled the scent of her hair, the smell of mango reaching his nose for a long time.
- "Hello Aysun, I am Mela." He held out his hand. The girl raised her head and looked into the woman's night-black eyes as if she were standing right in front of her twenty years later.
The girl did not get up and free herself from the woman's hand. suddenly tried again.
Suddenly tried again, but her feet did not seem to move. He tried with all his might to get up, but he could not move his body even an inch.
Her eyes widened and she began to feel frightened.
"Mrs. Mela, can you please call the ambulance, I think I am having a stroke," Aysun said.
The woman sat down, ignoring what she had heard, and put on a wry smile, making the corners of her lips smile.
She said, "No, baby, it's not paralysis, it's a surrender spell, it's just a bond of endless love." Aysun thought the woman was crazy and did not know what to do.
Her grandmother was almost hypnotized as if she could not hear anything, and she had not spoken a word since she had come true. If her grandmother was well, the young girl now began to worry. Cold sweat began to flow.
She could not think what to do, it was as if her mind was acting independently of herself, she could not gather her mind.
What to do, how to get rid of this situation, if something happened to his grandmother or if he was having a stroke, if the woman in front of him was crazy, oh my God, why was this always happening one after another?
The woman was laughing arrogantly again. She started to move her index finger with the joint ring.
After saying "O final rule-makers of eternity, guardians of equilibrium", he drew a shape on the ground that resembled a symbol of a square through a triangle.
- "Zua, Keeper of the Fire, I call upon you, I accept the contract we made in blood." When he said that, a sudden fire exploded in the symbol he drew, a bundle of sparks flying up to the ceiling, so much so that it was impossible to even look at it with your eyes, and when you tried to open your eyes, a terrible heat burned you, as if an iron that had just been set on fire was placed right over your eyes.
After another five minutes, the temperature of the fire had decreased. When she slowly opened her eyes, there was neither the woman nor the incredible fire with the symbol just drawn.
When she looked at her grandmother, she was standing up and heading upstairs. Aysun immediately got up and ran towards the stairs. She was surprised, her feet were moving and she wondered inwardly if she was having some kind of hallucination. She immediately took the stairs and hugged the old woman with all her strength, tears were flowing down her white face unbeknownst to her. She couldn't control it, she opened her white kerchief and smelled her grandmother's rose-scented hair. Huriye Hanım had washed her hair with her favorite rose soaps since she was young because the man she loved loved loved her as my rose scent.
While she was experiencing the greatest peace of mind that her fear had passed with her grandmother, a beautiful relief came to her and after experiencing these beautiful feelings for a while, they prepared a nice meal and had a nice meal.
Finally, she opened her grandmother's favorite movie "Bee honey honeycomb." They started to watch it together and for years she always had the same reaction to this movie, she would always feel sorry for Türkan Şoray and cry and get angry at Cüneyt Arkın.
The girl thought it was the right time to ask her grandmother about the woman who came today.
