Dream Curtain

Section 6: Shout more

Cinar wants to check her friend with an air:

-How was it, man?

"It wasn't bad," he said, wrinkling his face.

-Don't say you didn't fuck up today.

"Come on, look in front of you" he said to his friend.

After he had brought Ares down in front of his house, he scratched his window and called out:

-Shall we go to the club tomorrow?

"We'll see," he said, waving. Ares quickly walked through the steel door of his house.

He went to his room without being seen by his mother. He couldn't stand the conflict of feelings he was experiencing anymore and left himself to sleep.

Ahu's heel clicks added noise to the office. When he saw Ares entering his room, he relieved his tension a bit. He made his way to the room without wasting time. He put his hand on the door handle and felt a few times, but the door wouldn't open. Ares locked the door. she wasn't going to let him expose her. Ahu clenched her fists and rushed to her own desk angrily, realizing that she wouldn't be able to get what she wanted today. If she could bring Ares home even once, she would have tied him so deeply that she couldn't break away from him, but Ares didn't fall into the spider's web.

Ares began to shuffle his files on his desk. Although he knew that he was a traveler, he could not accept it. He examined several accounts in detail and pushed the files aside. He took his ink-scattered pen in his hand and tried to calculate again. He appeared in front of the window that lays under him. He watched the outside for a while and looked at the strange expressions on the faces of the people. He chose the women passing by on the street one by one.

"I wonder which one is a prostitute? That one in black or pink? Which one is trying to survive? The one in hijab or the girl in tights who enjoys showing off the curve of her buttocks? Who was supposed to be a prostitute? The one who sells herself or the one who is sold? A woman's leg was entered between her legs Should she be called a prostitute? Well, let's say she was called... Why was nothing called a person who entered?"

There was a rain of hundreds of questions looking for answers in his brain, and whoever tried to drip would remind him of the wetness on Irina's lips. While he was trying to acquit Irina in his own court, he was startled by the vibration of his phone:

-Hello mom.

-Where are you Ares, I haven't seen you for 2 days.

-I'm at work mom, don't worry. We just hung out with Çınar.

-Please take care of yourself.

-Okay, Mrs. Berran.

He knew that he was worrying his mother. He wanted to go to his mother as soon as he was done, but his chains were pulling him to Irina's side.

As he was transferring from 18:59 to 19:00, he called his mother and told him that he had work to do and not to wait.

Ms. Berran was uneasy from this sudden phone call.

Ares went to Çınar's room at the end of the corridor. Seeing that his friend was talking on the phone, he entered quietly and waited for the conversation to end.

As soon as Çınar hangs up the phone:

-So are we going to the club?

-No, we're going to Ceyda.

-You're so obsessed with this house. What, are we going to have sex with the same girls all the time?

-Çınar, are you coming? he said with determination in his eyes.