Wherever You Go

Chapter 32

I am sorry guys. Lots of things happened in my professional and personal lives during past few months.

But I am back... Hope you guys will keep reading.....

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Hazan paced the living room back and forth, looking out at the sky which is breaking out in rays of sunlight. Though the rays are weak, it is almost 10 am and Yagiz still has not come out of the room. Yagiz is an early riser though not as much as she is. And he definitely does not sleep till 10 am. At least not whilst she lived with him. She has never gone to his bed room, not when he was there. She has of course gone there to place the laundry kept neatly folded in the linen room by the maid. A tastefully decorated ample space, with minimum clutter that shrieked of quiet class, wherever you looked, just like him, and just like what his room was at the Plaza. There was an office room when you walked through the bed room, complete with a work station and rows of book racks and a huge cushioned chair facing the vista of the city, where she could tell he spent most of his time when in the room. 

There was no discussion about their schedules during the previous evening between them, like they used to do most of the time. Hazan was late in coming after a studio shoot and Yagiz was even later in coming from work, well after she fell in to an exhausted sleep. Hazan climbs the short staircase, hoping that he is not sick or anything. However, the door opens before she could knock and Yagiz comes out fully dressed. He does not look sick, but he looks very much distracted.

" Hazan.." he says looking at her in surprise, as if he just remembered she was there, living with him. Beyond him she can see a large black suitcase upright and realizes that he had been dragging it from the room, packed and ready.

"Oh you are going somewhere?" Hazan asks, taken back because the suitcase is not an overnight case. And on close inspection, he seemed to be dressed for a long journey, with a tan colour heavy duty winter jacket slung over the handle of the bag. Hazan feels a cold feeling creeping up her heart. There was nothing discussed about long travels, only few short work trips that she agreed to join as well. Obviously she is not involved in this one.

"Hazan I.." he starts but is interrupted by his ringing phone. They both descend the stairs while he keeps thanking someone, probably a travel agent, for managing to accommodate him at the last minute. Hazan quietly sit at her favourite corner while Yagiz pours some juice into his cup and drinks hastily. The table had been laid out since 8.30 expecting him to come down, juices for her and coffee for him ready. She is more puzzled than upset, but is determined not to be nosy and ask him all the questions that are raging in her head. Yagiz seems calmer as he finishes the drink, probably due to the fact that his flight got confirmed.

"Hazan I have to fly to Poland" Yagiz finally says, his voice laced with worry. His face looks stressed and he seemed to be impatient.

" Is it Farah? Is she ok?" Hazan asks, for a moment a dread almost crippling her heart. Yagiz raises his eyes to her in surprise. Did he think that she will forget where Farah is? After all that passed between them? Hazan can see that he is trying very hard to appear calm.

" She is.. I mean I don't know whether she is actually ok. There had been an accident and she is alone in an isolated place..." Yagiz says, distractedly, almost to himself. Despite being worried about Farah, Hazan cannot stomach his behavior. He is never agitated like this. The only times were when he thought his father was dead and at the cemetery that night.

" Yagiz calm down and tell me exactly what has happened" Hazan says, her voice unintentionally sounding stern. But he seems to collect himself at her voice and finally sits down.

" Farah called me..." he starts and Hazan lets out a breath. If she called him it cannot be that bad can it?

" She has gone on some tour and has met with an accident. It is a rural area and there is no one who knows her" Yagiz says slowly and Hazan feels her heart crumbling further.

" How bad are her injuries?" She asks quietly and Yagiz looks at her, now looking uncomfortable.

" I.. I did not specifically ask. She said she is injured and alone in a guest house middle of nowhere. You know that she does not have anyone" Yagiz says in a quieter voice.

" Oh she is not even hospitalized?" Hazan could not prevent that escaping her mouth. It was an innocent question, but it did not defy the elephant in the room fact that he was rushing on almost 15 plus hours journey with absolutely no discussion with her to see Farah who is obviously capable of making the call herself. Such a careful planner and an analytical person, he had not bothered to find out what category her injuries were and whether there was any real need for him to fly over there. Yagiz seem to realize it as well as he casts a worried look over at her.

"You will be ok here for a while right?" Yagiz says quietly, almost sheepishly.

" I will be ok" Hazan says instantly, though her mind is screaming. He had never told her, never discussed anything with her, he is packed, the flight is booked and NOW he is asking whether she will be ok? She knows she cannot go with him even if he wanted to take her. Visa for her will take weeks, unlike for him who will get it on arrival being a US citizen. She does not want to go either, unless he wanted him as a support. But turns out that he has not even factored her in any of this. Probably he remembered her existence when he saw her at the top of the stairs. If that does not speak volumes about her place in his life, Hazan doesn't know what actually will.

"Hazan..let me explain" Yagiz starts, his eyes anxiously watching her now.

" There is nothing to explain Yagiz. What time is the flight?" Hazan asks feeling an eerie calmness. The sort you feel before death probably, she thinks savagely.

" In little over an hour" He says, still sounding very anxious. Hazan gets up slowly and walk towards the door. Though her ears are ringing and her vision is blurred, she manages to take steady steps.

" Then you need to leave right away. There will be traffic in the airport route at this hour. Take care and hope she will get well soon" Hazan says and open the door and Yagiz has no option but to get up as well. One hour is cutting it too fine in the morning rush as both of them knows.

" Why don't you go in the car and leave it at the airport. I will go in the evening and pick it up" Hazan says, because catching a cab would be time consuming right now, unless he had already done that as well. His eyes are openly apologetic as he quietly tells her that there is a cab waiting in the basement, no doubt arranged by the travel agent.

"OK. Then please take care Yagiz" Their farewell is tensed and neither toucheseach other. He stares at her intently, anxiously, almost as if he is aware ofthe colossal mistake he had made in his blind rush, though to Hazan it isactually a choice that he has made. She doesn't want him to see the barelycontained tears in her eyes. She avoids his eyes and help with his bag, closingthe door carefully before collapsing on the sofa crying like she has not donefor months.