Can Yaman International Presents: Leaving Him

Chapter 8: "Running Away Again"

At the end of Chapter 7:  They both giggled but soon the spectacle of little Alba, who had fallen asleep, made them silent and speechless. They were just staring at the most wonderful view they had ever seen in their whole life. From the doorstep, unwilling to break the magic of the moment, Can's mom was observing the scene. She quietly took her phone out of her bag and took a photo of the newborn family. She checked the screen, sighed in contentment and left as quietly as she had arrived. "No, Can! My answer is no!" "Sanem!" "Don't Sanem me, Can Divit! My answer is no!" 

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Even though the shrill notes of a heated conversation could be heard from the outside door, Hüma was laughing. "What a pair of pig-headed idiots, the both of them", she thought. It had been an identical scenario for the last five days and the outcome was still the same! Idiots! She spotted Emel at the end of the corridor and waved at her. Every day since the birth of Alba, both women would turn up around 4:00 pm to visit Sanem and the baby.

"Good afternoon, Emel!"

"Hello there, Hüma", she chimed as they were greeting each other. "How is it going in there? Any improvement?" sneered Emel.

"No, still the same. Neither of them will give in, so it's a dead end!" concluded Can's mother, rolling her eyes to the ceiling.

Emel sighed and sat next to Hüma, patiently waiting for the argument to finish. All of a sudden, the silence was deafening and the door opened with force and a very annoyed Can Divit stepped out of the hospital room. He acknowledged Emel but ignored his mother, just like he had done since his arrival in Antalya.

He was fuming. Pacing up and down, trying to calm down. "God, give me patience with that woman!" he snapped. "She is as stubborn as a mule! She won't see sense! All she can say is "No"!"

Emel and Hüma tried to hide a laugh.

Can didn't seem to notice and carried on, "I have to go back to Istanbul or people will start to find my absence suspicious", he explained. "She knows that I will try to be back in a couple of days. I will find an excuse. Please, Emel, look after them," he said with a flicker of tenderness in his eyes.

"Can, my son, don't worry. I will guard them with my life," joked Metin's grandmother.

Hüma didn't say anything. It was useless. It was too early but there was hope. She was sure of it. So, she thought it best to keep quiet. Her time would come. Eventually.

A few minutes later, Can left and both women entered the room. Baby Alba was in her mother's arms. It was obvious that Sanem needed to find something to do to occupy her mind. She looked quite distraught and Alba was the perfect excuse to lighten her mood. She smiled tentatively at Emel and Hüma.

"Hum! You know he has left, don't you?" prompted Emel.

Yes, I know. God! That man, that man is so... so..." Looking for the perfect term, "So ... maddening!" said Sanem. "He does not want to back off. And in his opinion, only his solution is the best! Argh!" she roared.

Hüma had taken Alba in her arms as Sanem started to get quite agitated again. She grinned lovingly at the baby and whispered in her ear, "You have wonderful parents, my darling. They have trouble communicating at the moment but don't worry. They are very much in love with each other. Never doubt it"

"He has proposed again then?" asked Emel

"Yes! Of course! Apparently, that is the only thing he can do these days! Do you realize Emel? In five days, he has asked me at least six times!" vented Sanem

"And your answer was "no" again I imagine," the old lady ironically said.

Sanem looked at Emel with an offended expression on her face and blurted out, "Oh, come on! You know very well why I can't marry him! I won't marry him! Having a baby together is not a good enough reason. Getting married is not the solution. I will never, NEVER accept to marry him! N.E.V.E.R!" Sanem insisted, folding her arms across her chest.