Edser OS and Short Stories

Point Break (AU) Chapter 3

"What did you find out?" Eda asked Serkan, when he returned from the long line, waiting for the information point. She was on her phone reading about the strike, and it wasn't looking promising for them. Even if they would get out of Turkey, no plane was flying to Spain except expensive charters.

"All long-distance bus companies are striking too, and the short-distance ones are full. I'm sure all trains are booked, and they are too expensive."

"Can't we take your jet?"

Serkan looked at Eda oddly. "I don't have a private jet."

"Aren't you filthy rich or something?"

"No, I'm not. My parents are, but it doesn't mean that I am. It doesn't work like that." He said, sitting down on the airport floor and looking around for outlet, but all of them were in use.

"Don't they love you that they cut you off?" Eda said in a mocking tone, earning an annoyed gaze from Serkan.

"They love me very much, that's why they gave me the choice of how I want to live, but there are rules. I can't just go and take their private jet if I don't work for the family business."

"Can't they help you?"

"No." Serkan cut the topic short, opening the map on his phone and checking the distance from Antalya to the Mundaka on the northern coast of Spain, where the competition was taking place. 

"It's still early in the morning." Eda said, looking at the map. "If we rent a car, we can get to Spain in three days. The finals are on Thursday, and now it's Monday. We can easily do it. How much money do you have?"

Serkan pulled the corner of his lip in an unhappy smile. "I have 500 euros in my cart and 200 liras in my pocket."

"Ne?! You are so broke?" Eda exclaimed in shock. She thought he could have more.

"No, I have my saving on another account. I can't access it."

"Can't you call your bank to transfer the fund?"

"No, they are blocked for the next months on a fixed-term deposit account. I can't take them, or I will lose my interest. What about you? How much do you have?"

"100 liras and 400 euros on my credit card."

"And you are saying I'm broke?" Serkan rolled her eyes.

Eda jumped on her feet, put her hands on her hips, and leaned over him. Any suggestion that she was poor was her sore point because it wasn't true. "I paid the rent for three months, and all my bills, and I ordered a new board. I'm awaiting my payments in a week, and this was all paid expense trip! Can't you call your sister or your future brother-in-law to lend you money?"

"Did you forget they went with Ceren and Ferit on that trip to the mountains where there is no reception?" Serkan got up from the floor and turned to the exit. "They only have my satellite phone in case of emergency, and Piryl keeps it switched off."

"Why did she switch it off?"

"Because otherwise Mom would call her on the excuse to ask about a good art deal, and she would talk and talk for hours, and Piryl wants to have a little peace."

"Yes." Eda giggled, following Serkan to the doors. "Your mom can be intense, but she is so passionate about a topic she talks about. It's harmless."

"Yes, but after two hours talking about the same shade of paint, it's too much even for a painter."

"You just don't understand." Eda rolled her eyes but smiled. "Undertone makes a huge difference."

"That's why you talked with my mom for five hours about the exact same shades of green." He smiled slightly.