Can Yaman International Presents: Part 2: Erkenci Kus, The Continuing Story

Chapter 16: "A Full Circle of Love" (The End)

At the end of Chapter 15:  As they arrived home and made their way inside, they heard the ring of Sanem's phone. When she did not answer it, the caller left a voice message. Can laid Sanem on the bed and covered her with a blanket. He retrieved the phone to see who had sent the message. It was Sanem's publisher letting them know that, after a few unforeseen circumstances, Sanem's second book had just been published. The first copy to come off the printer was on its way to their house and would arrive special delivery the next day.

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A person chooses what guides their life. What gives their life purpose. What matters the most. Fame, money, success, fortune. But what if one could stop for a moment and face oneself with full honesty. What then would one admit really matters the most? Material things and earthly possessions? Or would the answer be that which lays in one's heart? A true love that never swayed, a parent's guiding embrace, a child's laughter bellowing in one's ears, or the heartbeat of the beloved beating to the rhythm of one's content heart?

The nightmares that Can used to have of Sanem and their lost love were long gone. Those sleepless nights filled with indecision, frustration, and heartache after his accident that resulted in the loss of his memory when he tried his best to remember Sanem were long gone as well. Now his nights were times when he held Sanem in his arms and his heart counted the heartbeats left until the morning. Each night before he drifted off to sleep, he thanked his Fate for bringing them back together. Against all odds. Against all those who plotted against them. Because they were together. They were a family, a family of five. It still felt like the last five years of his life passed by in the blink of an eye. His five- year-old children were growing at the speed of light, even faster if someone would have asked him. And he could not have been more proud... or more content.

He was a man who planned his life. Or rather, preferred to plan it. Truth be told, when it came to Sanem, planning his next move was as beneficial as contemplating last decade's snowfall. But still, he chose to think of the future rather than reminisce about the past. There were nights though when he had to admit that thoughts of the past would come back to haunt him. Such a night usually came right before his birthday. The night before his birthday was a night he always dreaded. That evening he would always keep quiet and choose to spend it at home with his children and his beloved Sanem. He would hold them close. Read them stories from their favorite children's books that he had written alongside Sanem. Tell them stories of hope filled with tales of the Ministry of Wishes of Fishes. He would also reach for and read Sanem's second book, "Two Birds of a Feather". It was about a tale of two beloveds who fought for their love and their dreams to be together again.

This night was no different. His birthday was tomorrow and he was restless. Sanem knew such nights haunted him and she made sure to let him know how much she loved him. They had gone through so much, together and apart, and no one else understood the bond between their hearts and souls. Though they were different from each other, it was those differences that completed their love. She was loud; he chose to keep quiet. She was a ball of energy happily bouncing off the walls; he knew how to calm that energy and harness her joy. Her ideas came a mile a minute so that she had a hard time keeping up with them. He gladly sat back until she had her say then provided the final decision in all aspects of their life. Even when it came to raising their children. Especially when it came to their children. It still baffled him how much he loved being a father. A father... a father of three. If that wasn't a fate's repayment for his past sorrows, he did not know what was.

As their children slept peacefully in their bedrooms, Sanem brewed her special homemade çay and brought a cup for him to their bedroom. He knew such frivolous gestures were never allowed in their Aydin-Divit household. So, when she opted to bring him çay to the bedroom, it mattered, a lot. As they sat down in bed and leaned against the pillows spread alongside the headboard, Sanem embraced him and let him sip on the çay while he read her second book.