Married Life - Through ups & downs

4. Reality

POV Haziran

The next day, I again surprise Poyraz lost in thought, looking dark and sad. Whatever he says, I know I'm not the only one worried.

- I know she's the one who called yesterday morning. I declare. And probably the previous night too.

He seems surprise, searching my eyes.

- Your grandma. I explain. I saw your face when I came to the bedroom. You were so worried and sad... It could only be her.

He doesn't try to deny it and confirms by nodding his head.

- What did she say ?, I ask with fear.

- Nothing, I didn't call back.

- Because ... ?

- Because I don't want her to spoil our happiness.

- Because you perfectly know what she would say, don't you ?

- Yes, I know. But nothing she could say matters now. And you ? Did you get any news from your mother ?

- I writed her a text yesterday in the car. I told her I wanted to announce her our wedding myself before she learns it by someone else and that we were going in honeymoon.

- Did she respond ?

- I turned off my phone right after. I admit. I'm not much braver than you.

- You know what ?, he asks, I arch an eyebrow, silently questioning him with my gaze. You and I, we'll stop worrying about others and simply live our life, make plans for ourselves.

- Like where we'll live and how many children we'll have ? I ask, remembering our conversation of yesterday.

- Yeah, exactly ! Because that's what married couple does ! And God knows we're not the only one who have in-law issues.

- Yes for sure ! So do we look at our phones or we don't ?, I ask, nervous.

- What do you want ?

- I don't know... We'll have to affront it sooner or later but I don't want it to spoil the rest of our honeymoon.

- What if we wait to go back home, well at our hotel room, and there we take a look. So we enjoy these few days just for ourselves, away from everyone.

- I'm agree.

- Great.

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POV Poyraz

Our plan - mine, actually - was great because we spend the most amazing week ever but... that only made the return to reality more shattering. I felt it all the way back. This tension, this fear that comes from both of us, this anguish. I could barely let go of her hand to shift gears. We decided to come back in the evening so as not to meet anyone right after our arrival and to have the evening to take a look at our phones.

We take the time to unpack our things, to put them away in the cupboards since we will certainly stay there for a little while. In fact, I think subconsciously we took all our time to postpone this moment. But here we are.

Sitting on the sofa in the suite, our phones in hand, we exchange a look full of anguish and apprehension before turning them on.

It turns out that my grandmother didn't get discouraged after the first missed calls I had seen, and although my phone was turned off afterwards, she kept calling over and over again. I must at least grant her that she is persistent.