SILENT SCARS

Chapter Nine

Nihan
Azra looked effortlessly elegant in a long-sleeve lace dress with pearl accents. She was in love with that dress and after fitting more than ten dresses she finally found the one. She was so overwhelmed she broke down in my arms when I hugged her.

"You look like a queen Azra, so beautiful."

I couldn't help it but cry too, I was happy for her but in the back of my head I felt unhappy for myself. Life took a turn for me when Tarkan left me. I always believed we would get married and live happy as a family with our kids but turns out I might never get married. My dreams were crushed but that didn't change the fact that I was happy for Azra. I wanted the best for her. I slightly squeezed her in to my arms when the lady who was helping us pick the dress came in.

She spoke about how amazing her body hugged the dress and it fitted her perfectly and she looked beautiful. We stayed there for a while till she made her final decision and we left after paying for the dress. Tarkan made sure we had a man following us around. He gave us a car to go with wherever we wanted but I didn't want to. I wanted nothing to do with him.

"Are you okay?" Azra asked holding my hand as we went home.

"Yeah yes I'm okay," I smiled at her.

She smiled back and we held hands till we got home. Ever since Tarkan had his men guard us outside the house, no one dared come there easily. Those men questioned, searched and chased away anyone who caused trouble or looked suspicious. Azra was now used to them she didn't mind but what she didn't like was Tarkan coming over. I know, I shouldn't trust him and I don't I already made my mind years ago about him not being in our lives again so he only came over to see his son.. Right now Aslan was home with Halit. He and Azra loved him so much, Halit actually took him out at times and even went with him to his family home.

"Annem!" Aslan ran to hug me when we walked in.
(Mom)

"Don't I get a hug too Aslan?" Azra asked in a babyish voice making Aslan smile and he hugged her too.

She kissed him all over just before he ran away again.

"Azra I missed you," Halit's face lit up.

He walked up to her, gentle pulled her by her waist and kissed her.

"Well this is my cue, I'll be in the kitchen."

"Hi Nihan," Halit chuckled and Azra just giggled.

I just smiled and waved as I walked away with Azra's dress in a box.
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Nihan
"Annem," Aslan called me.
(Mom)

"Yes oglum," I responded tucking him in bed.
(Son)

"Hamjam and and teyze, were kissing in the kitchen annem," he spoke.
(Uncle, aunt, mom)

"Oglum don't say such words okay, did you close your eyes?" I asked.
(Son)

He nodded so adorably and I couldn't help but hold him like my little bear and kiss him everywhere.

"Annem," he laughed feeling ticklish.
(Mom)

Our playing got interrupted by my phone ringing. I knew who it was but I just turned it off. Instead of giving up he called again. He left me no choice but to pick up.

"Tarkan!..."

I completely forgot what I was about to yell at him for when the name habibi came out of his mouth. He knew how that name made me feel.

"Baba!" Aslan exclaimed excited.
(Dad)

"Can I talk to my son Nihan? Please," he begged so innocently.

I couldn't deny him that.

"Aslan, baba wants to talk to you,."
(Dad)

Aslan just smiled waiting for me to give him the phone.

"Baba," Aslan spoke over the phone.
(Dad)

His tiny hand could barely hold the phone.

I smiled at how adorable he conversed with his dad even though they were just childish stuff.

"Uhuh, pink dress," Aslan responded bouncing on the bed.

What were they talking about honestly?

"You look beautiful annem," Aslan spoke smiling.
(Mom)

"Thank you Oglum," I smiled back at him but the way he was smiling made me realise I was wearing a pink night gown and Tarkan was telling him to say those things.
(Son)

"Goodnight," Aslan spoke and handed the phone back.

"Goodnight Tarkan," I said in a hurry to hang up when he stopped me.

"Wait, can I see you?" He asked.

"No Tarkan," I responded.

"I'm outside Nihan," he spoke.

"What! No Tarkan I don't want to see you."

"Okay then, I'll find my way to your room," he said making me panic.

"Wait no! I'm coming don't come in."

I hanged up and sighed. Azra would get so mad if I let Tarkan in. i had no choice. I put on a sweater and went outside but there was no one there. I stepped further outside and noticed even his men were gone, I couldn't see Tarkan's car but I heard someone.

"Tarkan!"

No one responded but the footsteps grew closer and I got frightened. I turned to run back to the house when I hit his hard chest making me almost fall back but he held me and I heard him chuckle.

"What is wrong with you? I thought someone was after me!" I tried to control my breathing when he abruptly pressed a kiss on my lips.

He held me closer and looked at me beneath his lashes.

"As long as I'm alive no one in his right mind will touch you," he spoke under his breathe.

"What if it's a girl, your girlfriend," I looked straight in to his eyes when I said this and spoke in a low voice then pushed him away.

He smiled at me but it was intimidating. I don't know why I asked him that it just made me sound jealous.

"You're my girl, my habibi, my Nihan, my wife," he got closer again.

There it was again his accent, how he said those names. My mind was telling me things I didn't want to do just by how he looked at me, grabbed me and how so calm he always was.

"I don't care if you have a girlfriend or wife," I dumbly spoke.

Once again my mind and mouth didnt work together.

"I don't have one," he smiled.

"What are you doing here Tarkan?" I asked covering myself up when I noticed he was staring at my dress.

"I wanted to see you," he spoke.

I scoffed.

"Please leave Tarkan, I'm tired and cold," I made an excuse.

He then took out his phone and called someone.

"You can come back," he said.

"I'm sorry if I kept you out so long," he said.

I just nodded once and left. Going back inside, I looked outside just as I was about to lock the door, I saw his men coming back to the compound. Tarkan said something to them and left.