Another Kind Of Promise

Chapter Fifteen

       That sound of disappointment in his mothers voice was something he never liked to hear, even as a small child. 

       He closed his eyes, " Mom I'm sorry, I know that I upset you and made you worry. Let me explain, I didn't do it intentionally." Tarkan spoke, feeling like he was back in his years of adolescence. 

       Sanem took a  deep breath, relived that he was ok. " Ok, I'll let you explain." She told him, waiting patiently as he gathered up the words explanation. " Well it was Kaan's birthday, and Burak and a couple of the other guys had set up a party for him." He began, " Dad told me I should go, go out and have some fun," he said..... "so I  did." He muttered.

       After a few minutes of graveling, Tarkan took a deep exhausted breath, " Look, I'm sorry. It won't happen again." he replied. " Is dad there, I need to talk to him too."  

       " Well I hope it doesn't. If you had just called before you went out all of this would have been avoided." Sanem snipped. " Here's your dad." Sanem turned to hand the phone to Can, " Don't make this be ok Can, he needs to be responsible." She whispered.

      Can nodded as he took the phone, " Son, are you sure you're ok." He asked. Tarkan sighed, "Yes dad, I'm fine. I had a couple of drinks and lost track of time. It won't happen again." He told him. 

       " Was mom really upset last night? I'm not sure what happened last night, I don't even know how I got home." He mumbled, embarrassed at the whole situation.

      Can had been the one to urge him to go out with the guys, have some fun, but now he wasn't so sure. 

       Tarkan finished his conversation with his dad, pledging to never miss his Friday night call again, but feeling embarrassed and more like a child than ever before. He leaned his head back against the wall, reliving the accounts from the night before. A quick flash of memory made him sit up in the bed, " There was a girl.....I remember a girl." He spoke quietly.

       He sat there quietly as the memory of the night before began to unfold slowly in his head. He looked around his room, confused but a bit excited. Yes, he remembered now, there was a girl. The events of the night were flooding back to him like a raging sea. 

       But what had happened to her, what had happened to him, he wondered as he tried to recall the final moments of the night. A slight smile began to cross his face, " Yes, I remember. She was probably the most beautiful girl I have ever see." He thought, as his mind lingered in the vision of her.

       All is a sudden finding out about her was the only thing he wanted to do.  "Maybe the guys would know who she was, or what happened to her."  He bounded out of bed and headed to Kaan's bedroom. 

       He knocked on his door, " Kaan, Kaan. Hey man wake up, I need to talk to you." Tarkan called out through the closed door.  He waited a second before knocking again, " Kaan, I'm coming in." He announced, opening the door slowly and peering inside, praying he wouldn't see more than he was suppose to.

      Kaan was still sleeping, and much in the same manner as Tarkan had been when he woke, fully dressed. He glanced around, thankful he hadn't walked in on an uncomfortable situation, such as a girl lying next to him.

      He called to him again as he walked up to the side of the bed, " Kaan, hey, wake up." He said pushing on him gently. Still no response...."Kaan, get up." He finally yelled, making Kaan jump.

       " What Tarkan, why are you yelling. I'm sleeping, go away." He spurted back at him, as he rolled away from him. Tarkan pushed on him again, " What happened to the girl that was sitting with us last night. What happened to her, where did she go." He blurted out almost in desperation as he plopped down on the end of the bed.

       Kaan sighed heavily, " Tark, which girl. There were a few of them flipping around there last night." He garbled, as he covered his face with his arm. Tarkan took a deep breath, as his head shuffled through the events of the night before to find the right word to describe her.

       " You know the girl with the long, massively curly hair. It was a honey blonde color and her skin was almost the same color. It....." He stopped for a second letting his mind envision her. "She was tall, but not too tall. And slender, like a model." He uttered, as if he was in a daze.

      Kaan lowered his arm from his face, " What?.....what is wrong with you man. You are talking like a poet or something." He smirked, as he shook his head. But his description did ring a bell with him, " The only girl I remember with long curly hair is the one that came in with the girls from the design school." He told him. 

       Tarkan stood quickly, " Yes, I think I remember that now. This whole group of them came in together and they sat at the table next to us.

       His friend laughed, " Yes, and you embarrassed us all by staring at her like you had never seen a woman before in your life."  Kaan replied, rolling away from. " Now get out so I can sleep." 

       Tarkan sat there, still deciphering the last nights events, " Oh, I remember some of it, but not all of it. Her name was Alara, and she was beautiful. About as perfect as I have ever seen." He muttered softly as the vision of her circled around in his head.

       He reached over, giving Kaan a stiff shove, " So they came from the design school, which one?" He asked forcefully. Kaan moaned as he rolled over, glaring at his friend, " Look Divit, you were the one all over her last night not me. And you didn't get all this information." He huffed. "There is only two design schools close by, so it could be either one." He reported, as he turned over to continue his sleep.

       Tarkan felt a strange tingling inside, " Thanks man, sorry to wake you." He mumbled, as he started back to his room. His whole body seem to be floating in midair as more details of his encounter with this woman unfolded slowly in his mind.

        Sanem was still huffing about in the kitchen, " Can what did Tarkan tell you about last night.  Did he have too much to drink. See, things like that happen when you encourage him to go out and party." She snipped. She knew she couldn't shield him from growing up, or finding himself in the world, but she worried about him being that far from home. 

       Can shrugged his shoulders, " We can't hold him back Sanem. He's becoming a man, and there's nothing you can do about it. But I do expect him to respect his commitment to school and to us." The words sounded almost foreign to him as he spoke them. 

       The years that he had spent away at school had been the time he treasured the most. The mistakes he made, and the lessons he learned and the friends that he would have done anything for. He felt that was what made him the man he was today.

       He stepped up behind Sanem, " He will be ok. He will make the right decisions. We have taught him well, so now it's our turn to trust him." He said, as he kissed her gently on the neck. 

       She leaned back against him, feeling as if the weight of the world was being lifted from her shoulders. " Well, did you learn all your charm from those boarding schools you  went to. If you did, you must have passed that course with flying colors Can Divit." She said, her heart beating faster as the touch of his hands set her on fire..