Early Bird (Erkenci Kus)(Part 2)

75. A new purpose

Sitting in the gym the next morning, Can wraps up his knuckles with a deep frown etched on his face. He needed to beat the shit out of something or he was going to lose his mind.

"The dress it turns out looks even better than I imagined."...
"I'm glad to see you accepted my gift and put it on to come tonight."...

Damn Italian bastard... Can pushes to his feet and slides on his boxing gloves. With each blow to the heavy bag, he hears words he didn't want to hear. He was pissed off and angry, and jealous and confused.

"Today is the birthday of the very beautiful Sanem and I organized this party just for her!"

Blinking against the sweat already dripping down his face, Can breathes through his mouth and nose, controlling each punch, but he was swinging blindly and too hard trying to get Fabri out of his head. He pauses, his chest heaving as Sanem's voice enters.

"I thought you were the one having this party for me."...
"I only put this dress on because I thought you sent it as a gift."...

Can blinks and takes a deep breath before he swings his arm back and lands a lackluster blow to the bag.
It barely moves, and he shakes his head, hitting it again.

"If that's what you want, then you won't have to see me again. I'll disappear from your life and you won't have to look at me in any kind of way again."...

Her face, the way she looked, her voice and the way she walked away had him punching rapid fire until he hung against the bag trying not to pass out because he stopped breathing halfway through.

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When Sanem opened her tired eyes that morning, all she could hear was Can saying he had had enough. He believed it was over and he wasn't going to spend another second on her. He refused to listen to her again. And she could finally see that he actually meant it.

She pulls her covers over her head and turns on her side, closing her eyes so she wouldn't see anything as fresh tears started.

-

Nihat glances at his wife, staring ahead as she tapped her spoon against her teacup in thought. He could see she was still worried, he was too.

When footsteps finally come down, Mevkhibe blinks and looks at him. "She's coming," she whispers and straightens in here chair. "She's coming, act natural."

"Okay," Nihat clears his throat and picks up his fork, sticking a piece of egg in his mouth.

"Good morning," Leyla says with a little smile, walking into the dining room and sitting down.

"Good morning."

"Good morning honey," Mevkhibe tries not to look disappointed, nodding at her eldest and putting down the tea she had pretended to sip on. "Leyla?"

"Yes mom?"

"Is Sanem up? What's wrong with your her? Since she got home last night, she's been in her room and we're worried."

Leyla lifts her shoulders. "I don't know. As far as I know nothing's wrong."

"Leyla," Leyla looks at Nihat, "is there something you're not telling us? Did something happen and you're scared to tell us because it's about Sanem?"

"No daddy, I really don't know. Nothing happened that I'm aware of. She left the party early, and when I came home she was already asleep."

"I can't take it anymore, I have to go up to her," Mevkhibe pushes her chair out, "I have a bad feeling in my stomach, Nihat, I can't just sit here."