♦Gurur Ve Önyargi♦

Chapter-3

CAN

Bold, yet modest is a rare combination that can not easily be found in this century but the encounter with Ms—well, Ms Waitress is one of them indeed. Dare I  flatter the encounter (which included me in a bottled-up situation) because flowering words and hearty remarks are ineffective to reach my lips still I should admit to myself that she is something. Not an exceptional beauty nevertheless there was something about her, that I could not hand on at that moment, maybe it was her perky mouth or that curvy frame, which enthralled my head and sealed my throat to choke her back through my statements when that wicked woman showed her courage by not keeping her back to my face but to confront me squaring those creamy shoulder blades.

Returning home with two of those boozy men(Emre and Metin), I throw them on the sofa where they are talking nonstop in a gibberish tone while I get to my room and strip off the tightly wrapped jacket and shirts and pants and my other intimate clothing for freshening up a bit in the shower.

Turning on the knob I let the water rinse the dirt and sweat out of my skin, closing my eyes in the smoothness of the warmth when a flash of gleeful vision intrudes on my solace leisure. Snapping open my lids I shake my head as though I am trying to get myself off that teasing memory.

It's those eyes...those brown eyes...those teasing brown eyes that were taking pleasure in torturing me with that jovial look on her lovely face.

How could I feel this miserable when I was the one who offended her for covering up Metin's stupid mouth? I ask myself when in the gush of the shower I feel like warming up slightly! It is a type of hotness that you feel when you are embarrassed. But what did I do that is causing me to blush like this?

Flaunting my pride...

Illustrating my importance...

Exhibiting my satisfaction in humiliating someone whom I believe my inferior...

But those were not enough because I always do counter these kinds of complexities when I go to a new environment. There is no shame to confide in me that I lack the flexibility of nature to approach society with easiness as the others do so effortlessly. For this reason, I engage in work and loads of works. Business meetings and parties are something else for there I do comfortably talk about stock markets, the current economy, values of the products, deals and profits for hours. But anything else other than these typical norms is quite a nervous thing for me.

Yes, I do suffer from an inner dilemma while meeting people on an informal occasion. Most of the time I avoid them for I fear being the cause of someone's distress if I fail to entertain with my words. There is no wish of mine to discomfort a person with my uncomfortable and weak approach.

To be honest, I have never felt like improve this odious integrity of mine because it feels perfectly excellent when people get the tough vibe in the aura where I appear. Either formal or sometimes informal not a big deal!

But today it was something else...because for the first time in my life I get acquainted with some undiscovered portions of mine. Little sparks...little pixie dust...and very little tingles in my nerves that were adorned with the invisible wings which started to flutter as soon as that angelic hue surrounds me completely when my eyes caught her glimpse.

There was no way to move back and to be certain or uncertain (or nothing at all) I did not even want to step away but confront if only Metin could shut his mouth. His words touched me like nothing as I felt the great swell in my heart in acknowledgement when he mentioned her brilliant elegance but I was too proud to accept when I denied the goddess by diminishing her gorgeousness into some speck of dust.

She made me cringe as I coil inwardly when she turns back with a polished ray of mockery smearing across her rosy countenance still I can not help praising her solely. Yet, to veil the cowering stupid inside me I spare no time in getting respite from her playful taunting gaze that roasted me little by little. As a result of this suddenly risen charred sensation I sharply dismissed her offer to bring us another drink (which was only made by her only to vex me) and when she moved away I pulled Emre out of the bar where he was toying with a blue-eyed leggy blonde who was not giving him a fig as she was busy in taking up the orders from other flirtatious customers. What a fabulous place those scoundrels dragged me in!

Shoving off all the pilling thoughts I turn off the shower and wipe out the droplets from my body with the aid of a towel. Then walking to the closet I take out a comfortable robe before getting to the bed.

The housekeeper, Mrs Norris, has perfectly made my bed where I jump in and slip under the blanket just before snapping the tabloid from the bedside table. Mr Bulut, my secretary, has already mailed me the schedule for tomorrow, so I swipe up the screen to check on it.

It's Monday the next day and there is an event that I am going to attend tomorrow. Istanbul University, where I donate a good amount of capital every year, has invited me to their felicitation programme. They have been approaching me for a few years to join this celebration but I have a tough schedule and I feel bad to miss such an occasion. For this reason, last year I promised not to dishearten them next time. And here I am ready to pay a visit and have some small inspirational talks with the fresh graduates who are going to obtain their certificates.

So, here I am wrapping up the funny things that engaged me this evening for the sake of a new beginning for which my head needs to be free from the shackles of those disgracing thoughts as I have to deliver a speech with a clear mind and perfect observation. It's gonna be positively another interesting day of my life.

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Dear readers, how is our hero engaging all of your minds? Share your opinions. I Hope, you are equally intrigued just like I am! 😉