Cingene Kiz(Gypsy Girl)

11. All Aboard The Love Bus

Yaman's eyes narrowed as he watched Seher's rapidly disappearing back. She had seen him approaching and turned around immediately, taking off in the opposite direction, and entered the first room she saw. This was the fourth time he had caught her trying to escape him in the last couple of hours.

It seemed he had become the plague to be avoided at all costs.

She was adorable in her desire to escape, and he grinned at her antics. What she did not understand was that all that she was doing was rousing the hunting instinct in him. The more she tried to escape the more he wanted to hunt her down.

These days perhaps, admitting to such a thing would probably get him arrested. But he had never done politically correct things throughout his life anyways. His approach to life had been all wrong since the day he could remember, and she was at the top of the list of things he had approached incorrectly. He had many regrets in life, but he had neither regrets nor any guideline as far she was concerned. He was navigating blindly, but it was turning out to be the most thrilling experience of his life.

Seher opened the door sometime later and peered around cautiously. She stepped out with a sigh of relief which turned into a startled shriek as she saw him leaning against the wall around the corner from her room.

"Are you done?" He asked her with a raised eyebrow.

"Do...Done with what?" She stammered.

Instead of replying he headed towards the main door.

"Let's go." He turned back and saw her still standing there, uncertainly.

"Where...where are we going?" The huge bag on her shoulder slipped off and she hiked it back up.

"Aren't we heading to the museum?"

"Museum?" She looked at him as if it was a completely foreign word, then the confusion in her eyes cleared up and she nodded. She walked ahead and he lengthened his stride, falling easily in step with her.

"We will take bus number 72 to get there. I work four sometimes five hours at the excavation site, then I catch the last bus back before midnight. As you know, you will be working 12-hour shifts. I know it's brutal, but that's the only job I could get you in. Are you sure you are going to be fine with this job? I have called Nadire anne to watch over Yusuf and Kiraz tonight. Usually I don't need to, but with Kiraz not feeling all too good I thought it would be a good idea to call her over. Oh, but you don't know who Nadire anne is, do you? She is Firat's mom. You do know who Firat is right? Yes of course you know."

He interrupted her nervous rambling, "The bag looks heavy. Give it to me."

"NO!" She practically yelled, hugging it protectively to her chest. "I...I am used to carrying it."

When they got on the bus, she was relieved to see that there were a few empty seats around and took a window seat, the remaining space next to her occupied by her large tote.

Yaman watched her and the bag next to her, then calmly picked it up and planted himself beside her. She had been gazing out the window and her head whipped around when she felt him plastered against her left side.

Seher was certain she was going to drop dead of a heart failure any moment with the rate at which it was racing.

"There...there are many empty seats in the bus. You can sit comfortably instead of squeezing in here with me and the bag."

"I have questions that I need answers to, and I don't want to shout them out from halfway across the bus." He said, pointing to the closest empty seat.