On Divit Island...Love Over Forgiveness

Chapter Six

      Emre and Leila were both looking forward to their trip to the island. The getaway to the island was always something quite special. Their two boys, Kaan who was 11 years old, and Amir who was 9,  loved going there and spending time with their cousins. The three boy were as close as brothers. 

      The thought of Polen and her visit to the agency still bothered Emre. He hoped that his brother hadn't dismissed it as nothing. Polen had made their life hell before they got married and Emre wasn't fully convinced she was 100% in her right mind.  

      Emre hadn't told Leila about Polens visit yet, but he knew he would have to or there would be  consequences to face. So he would find the right time to tell his wife before they made the trip. Leila had been very protective of her younger sister since the horrible incidence with Polen in Athens. Even the thought of her and Can moving away to a small private island had made her nervous. 

      Sanem was floating on a cloud as the thought of the weekend trip was getting nearer. Can and Sanem had begin to consider Greece as their home now. The town of Chania was as much their home as Istanbul had been. They hadn't been back to Istanbul for quite some time, not since her father, Nihat had passed away. That place that had once been the very center of her life, now held as many bad mementoes as it did good ones. 

      Deniz had been busy all morning gathering up some of his special items to take with him. Marcus and Deniz were separated only by a couple of months in age, with Marcus being the older. They both shared the same enthusiasm for art, and drawing, so Deniz made sure he packed all of his pencils and sketch pads. They would spend most of their time together playing in the water and finding whatever possible to sketch. Can and Sanem were happy the two boys had so much in common, but of course they thought Deniz was much more talented than Marcus at drawing, but they would never let that be known.

      Finally it was Friday morning and Can was packing their bags into the boat for the short trip across the channel to the pier. " Can, don't forget your camera."  Sanem called out to him from the garden. Can waved, " I'm  coming, is that the last of it" He asked as he trotted by the dock to the garden patio. Sanem hesitated, looking around for any last minute thing she might have missed. " Hmmm, I think it is" She answered.

      Can shook his head, " It better be, if you load anything else the boat just may sink before we make it to town." He joked, pulling her close to him and kissing her forehead. Sanem slapped him teasingly on the arm, " It will not, I didn't bring that much." She stated, standing on her tiptoes to give him a kiss on the lips. " Hmm, I'll take some more of that if you don't mind." He muttered, holding her tightly up against him.

      " Daddy, Daddy, I have to take this." Tana yelled as she ran from the house, her long dark brown hair flying in the air as she ran. She was carrying her sand bucket filled with her shovel and sand castle molds. " I  have to have it, please." She whined, tugging on Cans shirt tail. He scooped her up in his arms, " If you must have them, then we have to take them along. But that's it, nothing more can fit in the boat." He ordered, wrinkling up his forehead in a frown.

      With everything loaded, and the family ready, Can fired up the boat for the 20 minute boat ride to the main island. The ferry always ran on schedule, arriving by 8:00 am on every Friday and departing by 11:00 am for the return trip back to Chania. They would have to hurry to get to the dock on time to catch the 11:00 ferry. 

      Can and the kids love the boat ride to the main island of Antikythera, but Sanem was always nervous about it. The sea was so volatile, and even with a short ride across the water, anything could happen. But this morning the water was calm, smooth as glass, as they say. But sometimes the channel water had a mind of its own. Sanem was never at ease until the boat was secured tightly to the pier.

      The boat cut through the water with ease. Within a few minutes the pier and the lights from the small town became visible. Can idled back on the motor as he steered the boat into their slip on the pier. Deniz was the one to help with docking the boat and had been for a couple of years now. As soon as the boat got close enough Deniz jumped over onto the pier and grabbed the rope, tying it firmly to the post.

      Can smiled, " Well done son. You make an excellent first mate." He spoke proudly, as he stepped up on the wooden dock. Now came the chore of hauling the bags to the dock where the ferry was docked. One bag for him and Sanem and a small bag for each of the kids. Plus a bag for all  the play items. With everything in hand, they headed off to the ferry.

       There's one thing to say about this small almost deserted village, everyone knew everyone there and everything they were doing. " Can, Sanem, are you on your way to Chania." A voice bellowed out from across the street. Can turned to see Mr. Argos, " Yes, for the weekend." Can answered, giving him a wave. " Ok, see you Monday." Mr. Argos replied. 

      Can ushered his family on board the large ferry boat and got them settled for the final leg of the trip. The trip across to the large island of Crete would take about 2 hours, then they would be in Chania for the weekend. This had become a way of life for Can and Sanem now, since they moved to their tiny island, and they wouldn't have it any other way. 

      He smiled, taking Sanem's hand as the ferry slowly pulled away from the dock. Soon they would be sitting on the beach, visiting with their friends. His life had changed so much since he met and fell in love with Sanem. This life was about as far away from what his life use to be as you can get, but he couldn't imagine anything different. 

      On Friday and Mondays the ferry always brought over tourist or visitors to the small town. One ferry coming up north to Antikythera from Chania and another ferry coming south from Kythira. This was the main source of income for the village, so everyone welcomed them with open arms.  But some people just stood out in the crowd, not like everyone else. So to see a tall, almost model like woman with very long hair appear in town from Kythira, seemed to make everyone took notice.

      The woman seemed like any other tourist, as she walked around taking pictures that Friday afternoon.  Besides her looks, the fact that she was a woman alone had brought attention from the locals. You didn't see many women traveling alone like that, especially visiting a place like this. 

      She  drew even more attention as she begin to ask around about the Divit family. 

" Yes Miss, the Divits live here." Ms. Iris answered. Hesitate at first to divulge any information.

      " Oh great, I'm an old friend from Turkey and I wanted to say hello while I was here." The woman replied.

      " Well you just missed them ma'am. They have gone to Chania for the weekend." Iris told her.

" Oh just my luck. Can you show me where they live. Maybe I could leave the a note on their door." She said, clearly disappointed she had missed them..

       Iris nodded, " No, you need a boat to get there. It's that way." She pointed. " About 20 minutes southeast of here." 

      The woman smiled, " You've been more than helpful. Thank you." 

Now, to find a boat......Polen thought as she wound her way to the far side of town and the pier.