Snippets of alternate outcomes in the lives and enduring love story of Can Divit and Sanem Aydin.
When I started out with this story, I only intended to loosely base the 'short piece' on the events in Bolum (Episodes) 17 & 18 however, I got such pos...
"Ayhan! Ayhan!" Sanem screeched as she zoomed into the butcher's.
"Ne oldu, Sanem?" Ayhan, leaped out the door into the street, her widened eyes darting back and forth as she adopted a defensive stance and brandished the sharp blade she held in her hand, swiping it through the air at an invisible enemy. "Ne?
"You were right, Ayhan! You were right." Sanem exclaimed as she carefully grabbed the hand holding the knife and steered her friend back into the butcher shop.
"Of course, I was. I am always right." Ayhan replied drily, side-eyeing Sanem as she returned behind the display cabinet. "But what exactly what was I right about this time?"
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"My dear friend, ever so modest!" Sanem smiled, then chanted. "I got the job! I got the job!"
"And that's why you came charging in like you were being chased by a herd of wildebeest in the Segenreti?" Ayhan snorted but her eyes twinkled with joy.
"Se-Ren-Geti, Ayhan, not Se-Gen-Reti.
"Segenreti, Gapapalagos, who cares? I told you! The world is much larger than Fikri Harika. You should listen to me more often."
"Evet. I should. You may be terrible at Geography but you're quite good at this life coach sorcery," Sanem teased, pulling her friend into a warm hug.
"Sorcery?" Ayhan spluttered, stepping back and wielding the knife at her. "I'll show you sorcery."
Sanem threw her head back and laughed loudly. Ayhan smiled. It was good to see her friend coming back. The last two weeks had been brutal with Sanem a shell of her usual vivacious self.
"So does this mean you'll stop looking like dog shit and perhaps tidy up your bedroom? It looks like a bomb went off in there then exploded into debris of clothes and shoes." Ayhan eyed Sanem's slovenly appearance.
"Thank you for your candour. There's nothing a girl who needs a boost to her morale needs to hear more than that she looks like dog poo," Sanem drawled.
"You know me, I'm not in the habit of tallying up all my awesome attributes but I'm always forthright. Anyway, I'm asking, not for myself but rather, for the conservation of the species threatened with extinction by your less than stellar sanitary habits."
"Uff, Ayhan! Your modesty is about as stealthy as arrogance." Sanem shook her head. "I swear, you are not normal!"
"Too right! Normal is subjective. It's based on individual perception, experience and background. That something is popular or common doesn't mean it's normal. Normal is overrated anyway. I'd much rather be unique-"
Sanem's pinging phone interrupted whatever else Ayhan had been about to say.
She noticed that her friend had gone as white as a sheet and her eyes were glued to her phone's screen. Ayhan rushed to Sanem's side. "Sanemsie, what's the matter?"
