Dream Curtain

Section 9: At five

His mood in accounting had dropped. He learned that the bulk sales business was not going as he expected. He knew that the products were being delivered, but he had not anticipated that the due date would be this late. All his plans had been turned upside down. He had to make the necessary payments for the continuity of the company. He immediately grabbed the phone and asked for help from his close friend. Çınar did not break his friend's request and undertook to pay all of this month's payments out of his own pocket. He was unwittingly bringing his friend back from the brink of a second bankruptcy. With Ares' support from his father and the power of his mother, he could have established many companies like this, but he did not want to. Nothing gave him the satisfaction of succeeding alone. After handling the crisis in the company, he watched the evening to be in Irina's arms.

In the evening, she took her jacket and left the company without even realizing that she had forgotten her phone. He had nothing in his mind or in his pocket other than the rent he would pay Ceyda for Irina. While the big doors of the house were opening, she slowly turned her car around the waterfall in the middle, turned off the ignition and got out of her car. He gazed at their house, which was furnished with great taste and splendor. Except for those who served in this huge house, only the two of them lived. He knew his mother loved him, but Ares was always a lack of affection. Between her mother's scowl and hard gaze, there was always an arrow that would return lovingly to her, but these arrows could neither pierce Ares deep enough to kill her, nor to a point that would frighten her.

Her mother was sitting in the head corner at the dinner table. She settled into her usual side chair. Her eyes met with her mother's eyes, whose dark clouds were colliding. She picked up her fork as her mother began to eat. She poked around the few pieces of food she'd picked up on her plate with the tip of her fork like a child. Ms. Berran continued to eat, "What's going on, Ares, what is this tension?"

He said a few things about being okay to convince his mother.

"So why didn't you come home yesterday?" she continued to press her son.

She took her mother's warm hands in hers and kissed them one after the other. She got up from her chair and hugged her mother's tired neck. He took two tight kisses on the cheek and said, "You have nothing to worry about, don't worry about me."

In this house where they shared loneliness, this evening, mother and son shared silence. When she felt her pockets, she only realized that she had forgotten her phone at the company. The time to go to Irina was approaching. He looked at the clock hanging on the wall opposite the dining table.

It was five o'clock for Irina.

Saying that he would meet with Çınar, he left the house with his mother's permission. Checking his pocket for the money he would give to Ceyda, making sure that there was enough money, he got in his car and set out for his lover's arms. He parked his car in a nook near the house and entered the house. There was no obvious sound coming from inside. The bell rang. A girl with curly hair in a short dress opened the door. She began to run her hands over Ares' shoulders as Ares stepped inside. "Where is Ceyda?"

"Never mind Ceyda, I'll see your business."

Ignoring the girl's words, he shouted, "Ceydaa, where are you?"

"I'm coming," a voice echoed around. At the top of the stairs, Ceyda appeared with her wet hair wrapped in a towel that stretched down her breasts.

"Come upstairs," he said, tugging on the towel. Ares grabbed his arm as he was going up the stairs, "By the way, what's your name?"

Ares with his confident strong voice "Ares, Ares Yazgın"

"Money" by opening and extending his right palm while holding a towel with his left hand