♦Gurur Ve Önyargi♦

Chapter-11

SANEM

"Javed, Is anything wrong? what is happening here?" As soon as I come across the west passage along with Mr Divit behind me I notice a group of men in the entrance of the washroom while Javed, one of the janitors, is assisting them inside. Hearing me he turns back and says, "Oh, Ms Sanem! I didn't see you. Actually, there are some problems with the toilet flush and taps, so I have been told in the morning to call the plumbers. They have just arrived, so I am showing them the works."

Acknowledging his words I nod my head "Oh, I see! I hope the coast is clear in the ladies toilet."

"No, ma'am, I'm sorry. But recently someone has complained about the same problem in the ladies room too." 

"That's terrible!" I grumble. "But we just need the dry machine to work properly. Nothing more than that dare I wish now!"

"I'm extremely sorry, Ms Sanem, to make you know that we would have to install a new device there because the old one has stopped working for a few days now."

"Bloody hell!" I breathe out in exasperation when a steady voice coming from the other side enters my ears, "It's just the sleeves. Not a big deal. I am okay with it."

"But I am not!" Whirling back I look at him as I continue, "I don't feel comfortable in soggy clothes."

"But it's not your clothes but the sleeves. What's wrong with just that?" He reasons out.

"I don't know." Pursing my lips I say, "I prefer dry and clean hands. I am sorry for my clumsiness. But I can't stay with it. I have a hand dryer in my cabin. If you don't mind you may join."

"Alright! Let's go then. I have no issues." Shaking my head I turn back to Javed, "Well, Javed, take care of your works. I must go now."

"Sure, ma'am, please don't worry."

Next, walking past the almost empty corridor I take a turn to reach my office when matching my footsteps he says, "The decorations are great actually." Turning my head on the right side I observe him eyeing the exclusive settings in the light purple roofs and the collection of plants before the pale pink walls.

"Oh, thanks!" I reply shortly with a polite smile.

"I wonder, how  you two manage all this!" His tone is a bit dubious.

"Well, that's a long story, Mr Divit," I respond and stop before my little cabin to push open the glass door.

"I know every story has a long background but yours is the one that is making me intrusive constantly." He affirms, following my heels to get to the room.

I laugh. I heartily laugh.

"Why are you laughing at, Ms Aydin?" Hearing his voice I look back and notice how offended he is seeming for such a trifle matter.

"I love to laugh, Mr Divit. I laugh whenever I feel it. I laugh whenever someone makes me feel so." My reaction sends him distress.

Then he retorts, "People laugh whether at someone's inferiority or fault. Here in this case I am neither. Then may I count it to be just one of your idiocies?"

Though inwardly his word punches me like nothing, my lips still procure very steadily, "You have not changed even a speck. But now I am not going to deal with that. Still, I have to say, my smile and my laughter is the result of the lightness of my heart. Whenever I feel light in my heart I can not help expressing that. There is neither any sense of interiority nor fault of one's that I believe to be an origin of my mirthful mood. That's it." For a moment, I think I notice a change in his colour. As though he is abashed of his rampant mouth but in the next moment clasping his jaws he avoids my eyes as he hoarsely asks, "The hand dryer, please!"