♦Gurur Ve Önyargi♦

Chapter-18

EMRE

I know my brother and his bizarre, yet brilliant process to accomplish his goals as I am also familiar with the complexities go through when he is seated with his bewilderedness. But the way he is behaving now is quite out of my reach as it worsens further when Sanem scorned him with a certain bitterness and he consumes her wrathful phrases saying nothing. Not a single word, mind it.

For a moment it seems the time has stopped only to make us fool because in the next freaking moment, when everyone is waiting to witness the most awaiting consequences, the man under the spotlight whom I call Abi crosses everyone on the stage and mutely walks before the wounded gentleman whom he hurt across the face which resulted in the latter turmoil around. Speaking nothing but breathing deep, when all of us are observing each of his actions with a deafening heartbeat, he throws his assaulter cum victim over the shoulder with no hardcore effort, instantly making all of us astounded in shock.

"Fuck, man, what are you doing?" Onur squeaks being frightened, still clutching his nose.

"ABI!!! Take him down! What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Mr Divit, please! This is not funny."

"Yes, Mr Can, I think you should leave him. We need to take him to the hospital."

"This is what I am doing, Osman." He speaks facing him straight as he continues, "I have made the mess, so I would clear it too. Trust me I am not that inhumane as you all believe me to be."

Then he climbs down the step and the throng of people, though similarly amused, clears the path to let that stormy man walk past the room.
Onur does not fight more although his moans are still audible enough until he is taken out completely.

"Wow! He is..." Leila strives to find some adjective with an undying astonishment in her tone, "Your brother is...something, I must say."

"So is he!"

"I think we must follow him."

Turning my head from the exit door to my front I notice the junior Aydin is in a sceptical mood which is very disheartening to me.

As much as I understand my brother, I believe he has grown some delicate and warm feelings for her and I am happy about that. I won't claim the way my brother behaved a while ago is unpardonable. But I should still remember it was not him who started the fight. I am not going to defend him but to some extent, the way Sanem treated him made me annoyed. Nevertheless, I stayed quiet for I thought the situation might get worse if I opened up my mind. But now when, the Can Divit, whom she wanted to slap a few times back, took away her friend securing him with his arms, how could she yet be so much sceptical after all this happened? Personally, I don't like her attitude, so I say, "oh, please, Ms Aydin, don't be worried. Onur is in safe hands. Trust me, sometimes we should lay our confidence on the most untrustworthy for the sake of our own peace of mind. Yes, if you didn't even ask for it, we would definitely go and check whether or not everything is alright. But that would not mean that we should be doubtful of someone's duty."

"No, I didn't mean that." Realising my indication she becomes embarrassed and I nod before I say,

"Let's go, then. We should not be waiting  and keep on assuming, doing nothing."

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By their car, I arrive at the city hospital with Leila and her sister. On the other hand, I request Osman and Deren not be worried as I'll deliver them the news from time to time.

After finishing the enquiry at the reception we reach the first aid section when I meet Abi who has been in the outdoor. From him, we come to know that Onur has been admitted and taken to the X-ray department after the sister mends his wounds.

We have been waiting when I can't help observing the yarning look, that I don't recall watching before, in the eyes of my brother when he is seeking at least a minimalist response from the person with whom Leila is engaged in a conversation(whether or not they should inform their family).

But she does not give him any satisfaction with any indulging expressions. Women are difficult creatures!

A while later, the doctor appears and we get up from the seat as he speaks to us, "No need to fear. Onur is good in health. There is nothing damaged. But his ache was constant, so we thought to give him a sedative. If you wish you could take him home. But my suggestion would be it is better if he is kept under observation for some hours. Right now he is sleeping. Now the decision is yours."

He leaves and the decision comes out like this—as long as Onur doesn't come back to his sense we'll wait.

After a few more minutes I remember that I promised Osman to supply every detail but when I search my phone it hits me that I have forgotten it inside the car. Excusing myself from everyone I am about to move out when my brother interrupted me, saying, "Leave it. I am calling him."
But when he doesn't connect the call after one more try he explains, "There is a network issue. Moreover, my battery is about to die. Emre, I think I have to get to the car for the power bank."

"Well...no issue. I think Leila might lend me her mobile to talk to. What do you say, Ms Leila?"

"Yes, of course, Mr Emre. Here it is..." She offers me her cell and nodding his head with an acknowledgement my brother crosses the corridor just after sparing a light but longing glance at someone who doesn't even care.

But I have to care because it's my brother and when he bleeds I feel his pain too.

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SANEM

The ideas and notions that I have been carrying about him in my heart suddenly seem groundless and bogus as the prejudice he created about him in my mind by framing the prideful images of himself starts to melt away, and as though those melted particles begin to fill my core moulding me into the one that he used to be once.  Egoistic and snooty and too headstrong to be persuaded. My heart tries to snare my mind by saying it over and over again, "He is faking his modesty.", while the gentleness in his manner, when he enquires the doctor before any of us, lightens the weight in my chest but I am still obstinate to recognize his concern. Though he remains polite throughout, some revolting parts of my system intactly itch to see his worst.

I am not as much confused to read his mind as I am struggling about mine when Mr Emre comes forward after his brother walks past me laying no more sneaking glance at me.

"Ms Sanem!"

"Yes, Mr Emre!"

"Can I take some of your time?"

"Of course. What's the matter?"

"I don't know how should I pronounce it without sounding biased and partial. To be honest, it does not matter if I am so because the sooner it gets resolved the sooner the air might be happy again. And it suffocates me to breathe in such constipation of feeling." I raise my brow to hear his choice of words when he continues with a pleasant but distorted look, "Don't misunderstand me, madam, but I can not stand along observing the suffering around, so if you don't mind, please let me ask: would it be very uncomfortable,  in case I request you to go and break the ice?"

For a moment I remain looking at him like a dumb for I am too confused to understand whether or not he is indicating what I am actually getting. Then he speaks again taking the advantage of his freedom as Leila has not yet come from the washroom, "I am not forcing you to do anything against your will but—" Pausing, he starts again, "There is still a but and the gap also remains the same and it's the choice of yours whether you desire to fill it up or not. Do you understand me?"

Though I am not sure what he does mean me to do, I find myself nodding my head and before I could ever comprehend the codes of my shaken conscious I watch my feet dragging me out of the hospital entrance to the underground parking lot, and in particular to the place where the chocolate brown car of His is laid before my eyes.

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I am out of wit about what is going to be next...do you have any clue?🤔
Aahaa! Let me assure you all I would love to read your guess.😉