Early Bird (Erkençi Kus)(Part 1)

8. A suspicious mind

Sanem is deep in thought as she closes the door behind her, thinking about Muzaffer and his upcoming proposal. She felt nauseous.

The man in question then decides to pop up out of nowhere and shove flowers in her face just as she passes his hiding spot.

"Ah!" she yelps and jumps, pushing the flowers away from her.

"Good morning my darling Sanem."

"Zeberdjet, what - " Sanem stares at his suit and bowtie, her words cut short at seeing him dressed up like he was going to an award ceremony or a...a wedding. Sanem glares outright. "What are you wearing?"
Sanem adjusts her bag over her shoulder, looking around and feeling  embarrassed to even be near him.

"I'm already prepared for tonight. Isn't it obvious?" He holds his arms out and turns. "What do you think?"

"You really decided to get dressed and walk around like that all day?" The man was crazy. Truly. He nods vigirously. She huffs in annoyance.
"I think I'm going to cry."

"Cry?"

Sanem starts walking away, ignoring him.

"Why? No, please don't do that my dearest, I can't bear your tears," he says hurriedly and loudly, walking fast to keep up with her.

She stops to look at him. "Please stop this Zeberdjet. The whole neighborhood's going to talk about it. Just go home already. Go."

"Okay," he says but keeps walking with her when she starts up again. "But I have one question?"

Sighing, she stops again. "What?"

He smiles at her brightly. "Are we going to share pudding tonight? Like a real couple?"

"No!" His face falls immediately. "Listen here, you know how I get if I don't like something, right?" She steps up to him intimidatingly.

"I know very well yes." Instead of being scared, Muzaffer seems happy by her reaction. Somehow he confuses this irritation with passion. "You're very beautiful when you're angry, Sanem."

"I get beyond crazy when I'm angry. I'm on a different level. Get out of my sight Zeberdjet. Disappear!" She snaps and glares at him, then turns and walks down the street.

"Our chemistry is just electric!" He yells after her. "I'll call you later!"

Sanem nearly falls over her feet and she stops again, jaw tight. She turns around, rolling her eyes and glares at him furiously. She was seconds from pushing those flowers down his throat as he waves. She would have too if doing so didn't mean she would be late so instead she decides to just let it go and get to work.

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Can and Emre sit across from each other at the cafe, Emre stirring his coffee and Can nursing his tea. He never got the taste for coffee much. Emre was quiet. He stared off at the water. Can waited, wanting to see his mood first.

"Psst," he directs at his brother when the silence stretched too long. "Are you okay?" he asks when Emre just looks at him with a raised brow.

"Of course. Why wouldn't I be?" Can sits up straight, the tone in Emre's voice not exactly subtle. "Dad sees his son as a nobody. And even though this nobody's been working for him for years - " Emre looks up at Can again from his cup. "He made you the head of the agency."

Can sighs. "Emre, where do you get this nonsense from? Do you think the man made me head of the agency on a permanent basis? No. He's just going away for a few months and then he'll take over again."

Emre lifts a hand and nods. "Okay," he sniffs and pours more coffee.

"What are you so worried about?" Can sits forward. "You do your job as financial director and I'll do all the creative stuff. Last I remember you don't like the creative side, so why are you so concerned about me being here?" Emre doesn't say anything. "I'm not staying long, as I said, you don't have to worry. You'll be back in your old routine soon enough and I'll be on my way." Can cocks his head. He felt like he explained it to Emre well enough. "Okay?"