Three days later Serdar Özturk was sitting in the lobby of the Ferré Miraflores Hotel in Lima. Thanks to the Insta-stories he knew Derin booked a room here. He was disappointed by the three stars, because looking at her pictures, he expected the woman to choose at least four stars' hotel. Still, the place looked nice, the room was clean and elegant and the most important thing – the air-conditioning was top-notch. Now all he had to do was wait for her to show up. His plan was simple, but required finesse. Thankfully he knew how to be subtle. He looked at his watch again, completely ignoring the five clocks hanging over the reception area – each showing the hour in a different city – and scowled. He's been waiting for over an hour, watching the entrance to the dining room. Surely she will have breakfast before going wherever it is she was headed. He put the magazine down and looked around. The lobby was rather small, with light marble tile floor and yellowish walls. Although, to tell the truth, they could've been white – it was hard to say as the crystal chandeliers bathed everything in a warm, golden light. The reception desk was another slab of marble, darker than the one on the floors, and the couches were chosen to match it. The interior designer probably wanted to create a modern space, clean and crisp, but they missed the mark. Even for Serdar this lobby seemed very uninviting. The single flower vase set on a meter high copper Greek-like column didn't do much to help the situation.
– Annem, I want to go to the ZOO.
– Ozzy, I told you, not today. Today we have a couple of museums to visit.
– But mom! – The boy was speaking louder now. A tantrum was coming.
– No "buts". Breakfast first, museum later. We'll do ZOO another day.
Serdar observed Derin with her son, trying to find a way to strike up a conversation. She stopped for a moment by the reception and handed over her key card. As she was putting her phone back in her bag, something fell on the floor.
There it was – his way in. Serdar smirked and got up swiftly.
– Excuse me, ma'am. You dropped this.
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WhatsApp; 19:54
Cansu: Hey, Ezgi. I'm sorry, but I won't be able to make it to the wedding.
Ezgi: Hey. Why, what happened? If you need help, I am more than happy to pay for your flight.
Cansu: No, cousin. It's not that. I've just started a new job and I won't be able to get a day off, not to mention three. But I will be there in spirit and in video-chat. :)
Ezgi: I so wanted you there. :(
Cansu: I know, bebek. I'm sorry.
Ezgi: Wait. Work? Does it mean you're not coming back to Istanbul?
Cansu: I'm still thinking about it. But Izmir suits me well. I met some great people and I enjoy the work. I don't earn as much as in Istanbul, but my hours are shorter and I have more time for myself.
Deniz: Hey, girls. What is it I'm reading here? Cansu, are you really considering not coming back?
Cansu: Yes, Deniz. I really am.
Deniz: Group video chat. Now!
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Half an hour later Ezgi closed her laptop and sat back. Tesla jumped on the sofa and leaned his head on her lap, expecting some love and she put her hand in the animal's soft fur. She understood her cousin's decision, but that didn't mean she liked it. Cansu had given over a year of her life to Levent, expecting to be his wife and mother of his children. But he turned out to be a coward, using his daughter as an excuse and a shield. Ezgi felt a huge disappointment. She liked Levent and when he proposed, she really believed Cansu will finally have her happily ever after. Allah knows she deserved it.
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Mr. Right
FanficÖzgür and Ezgi got engaged, but the snakes are still out there, friends are having troubles, business requires time and the mothers are overbearing. Not to mention Tesla has found the love of his life. In other words - day as every other in the XO w...
