Early Bird (Erkenci Kus)(Part 2)

45. Who really kissed Can

"Look, we're almost there."

"Can!" Sanem snaps, turning in her seat. She's been trying to get him to stop the car and leave this idea since they left the pier. He's a stubborn bull! I've never met anyone like him!

"Yes?" he asks sweetly, slowing down the closer they got to her house.

"You can't do this."

He pulls up and parks opposite the front door. "Oh I will, watch me. It's happening."

"Stop it! Can, no!"

"You'll see. I don't care what you say." He opens the door and she hops out on the other side.

"Can, please, no. You can't." She jogs round. "You can't." He gets out and sighs when she grabs onto the door. "You cannot talk to my family."

"Oh please," he scoffs and closes the door. She rips her hand out of the way and glares at him. "I can talk to whoever I want. Stop worrying. It'll be fine. Just watch." He starts walking and she backtracks, staying in front of him.

"No," she pushes his hand away from the bell. "If they have to be talked to, I'm the one who will do it. It's not really up to you is it?!" She grabs his wrist and pushes his hand away again.

"Uh, I beg to differ, it is up to me too. I'm the other half of this relationship. Whether you say it or I do, makes no difference." He reaches over her and she pushes his hand again.

"This is not happening. Can, my father will have a heart attack. This isn't something that you just blurt out," she begs, looking at him in exasperation.

"Well, I can't tell them everything all at once, that's impossible. I'll mention things one by one. Stop stressing so much, I can resuscitate anyone who faints."

"Can!" she gasps.

"I'll make sure no one does. Okay? Better?" She glares at him as he pinches her cheeks.

"Stop!" She pushes him back again. "Let's talk strategy first please. We need a plan on how to approach the subject." She holds onto his arm and he sighs, looking down at her.

"There is no strategy. We're doing this my way." He reaches over her head and rings the bell. "There we go. Look, I pressed it. Too slow Miss Sanem."

Sanem stares at the bell. "No..." she breathes. He stands back and she moves away, groaning and looking around for somewhere to hide a body.

"What are you doing Sanem?" he asks. "Stand still will you? All the neighbors are watching. You're bouncing around like a tennis ball."

"Maybe we can just go in, have tea in silence and leave? You know, just a nice cup of tea, no talking?"

He puts his hands on his hips and purses his lips. No.

No? Got it. Sanem huffs and turns to the door just as it opens and Mevkhibe steps out, drying her hands on her apron.

"She opened," Can whispers. Sanem squeaks a quiet choking sound.

"Mr Can, welcome."

He nods. "Thank you, but I thought we decided to call me 'Can' last time I was here."

Mevkhibe smiles awkwardly and looks at Sanem.

"Nevermind, it's not that important," he shakes his head. "There is however something important I would like to talk to you about. Is Mr Nihat home?"

"Of course he is...Go ahead, er, Can. Come on in."

Can walks forward and then whispers to a panicked Sanem, "Relax." He pokes her nose.