Cingene Kiz(Gypsy Girl)

9. Dandini Dandini Dastana

Yaman could hear Seher's low soothing voice as he passed the door to Kiraz's bedroom that was half-open.

"Kiraz, come on janam, have some breakfast. Come I'll feed you. Just two bites and then you can have the painkiller."

A pitiful moan and a sob were the only replies she got.

He watched as Seher stepped out of the room moments later, the breakfast tray she had taken inside, untouched. She blinked back tears and closed the door softly behind her.

"What is it? Is everything alright? Can I help?" He did not like seeing her helpless like that all.

She shook her head, setting the tray on the counter, and sighed.

"Tell me. Even if I can't help, you will feel better after sharing."

"It's complicated and not my story to share. Let me ask you a question instead." She took a moment to gather her thoughts and then spoke carefully.

"What would you do if there is a lock that you can't open but you know who has the key to it. The catch is that you can't tell that person where the lock is located. He must find it on his own and be worthy of unlocking it.

Yaman pondered over her question, and then replied, "You test his worthiness first, then you bring the person to the room where the lock is located and leave him there. If he has the key, then he is destined to find the lock, eventually, he will discover it and unlock it."

She looked at him for a minute without blinking then beamed at him like the sun rose and set at his command, making him feel ten feet tall.

She grabbed her cellphone, her fingers racing across the screen and he watched in fascination, the emotions roll across her face. She grinned, she frowned, she rolled her eyes and she puffed her cheeks, letting out a breath or two of frustration. Finally, she let out a sigh of satisfaction and rubbed her hands in glee.

"Now we wait. Let me get back to my kitchen work. You volunteered to help so I am going to make use of you fully."

"Whatever you want, I am willing." His reply and that gruff undertone set her ear tips on fire.

Ali's cellphone pinged just as he walked into the police department. He usually came in early because there was nothing else to do in his life other than work.

Ibo and Firat waved at him from their individual desks. Well, it was nice to know that he was not the only single loser around.

He sat at his desk, checked his phone, and saw that there were two messages from Seher. He opened them and stood back up immediately, his chair slamming into the wall behind him.

"Yok ya!!" (No way!!) He interjected, checked his phone again, and groaned.

Seher: Get me sanitary napkins. With wings, maxi size, one pack for heavy flow and one for regular days. Also, get me painkillers from the pharmacy. Buy only the particular brand of napkins I have sent a picture of. You might have to go around a few shops though to find it, but I am sure you will find them eventually. Oh, and Ali, get everything asap.

Ibo and Firat looked at him in concern.

"Everything okay Komiserim? What message did you receive? Can we help?"

"No!! I can handle it." He held his palm up to stop them and then began typing furiously.

Ali: I will murder you, Seher. You are doing this to me on purpose aren't you? Let a man at least fortify himself with coffee before springing such tasks on him this early in the morning.

Seher: Coffee and breakfast are on me if get the above.

Ali: I am the Komiser of this town, Seher.