Early Bird (Erkenci Kus)(Part 3)

65. Hallway fighting

(A/N: Hii my lovely readers ❤️
So I am sure you probably noticed in the last few chapters I've changed Mr Fabri to Mr Fabbri - which is apparently the way it's supposed to be - not with one B like I started out with...but anyway, I just decided to change it to the correct spelling from where I was informed of it and then onwards...I won't be going back to re-edit the name in earlier chapters though...Just wanted to put that out there 😊
Thanks for still reading and all the support... Now back to the story - xx - M❤️)

"He is a stubborn, stubborn man," Mevkhibe looks at Leyla, shaking her head.

Leyla sighs. "Mom, don't say that." Her mother's been repeating the same thing since Sanem left.

"Go see for yourself. Instead of coming home he's turned the store into a slum shop." Leyla puts her chin in her hand, watching Mevkhibe glare out the door. "But no, he isn't to blame for it looking like that, oh no, it's all on me! Me!"

"Mom, he's just hurt because you didn't tell him."

"I was going to tell him." Mevkhibe turns to her in her chair and Leyla lowers her hand. "But what could I do? The gossip was faster than me."

"You know what I don't understand, mom?" Leyla asks, her back up at hearing that word. "You allowed these gossips to ruin your marriage of how many years. How?"

"It's because of him."

"Mom, it's not just his fault. He's as upset as you are about this."

The door to the house shuts down the hall and they wait. Sanem comes in a minute later with her hands nervously playing with her sleeves. She stops behind a chair when she sees Mevkhibe staring at the door hopefully.

"Are you trying to see whether dad is behind me?"

"Is he not then?" Mevkhibe asks, her hopes clearly falling from her face.

"No," Sanem sighs sadly. "I told him you made kadayif but he wouldn't budge."

Leyla winces. Eee...He must be really mad.

"Really? Even for the kadayif?"

Sanem chews her lip. "Even for that." She leans over to get a cookie from one of the plates. "I don't want to upset you more, but uhm," she takes a bite, "he fowgave me."

Mevkhibe blinks, staring behind Sanem at the wall with a pout, slowly nodding. Of course he did...

"I'm wis wongest dotter," Sanem says while chewing. "We couldn't shway mad." She felt very guilty for being forgiven. Hence the stuffing of the cookie into her mouth and reaching for another.

"If he doesn't want to come home, then let him stay where he is." Mevkhive sighs, then wipes her eyes. "Who needs him..."

Sanem stops chewing, staring at her mother.

Mevkhibe slams her hand on the table and both Sanem and Leyla jump a bit. "If he doesn't want to come home, he can stay right where he is!" She gets up and pushes the chair in. "Of course, forgive the one behind the lie! You are his daughter, what did I expect?! He can stay there!" She takes off her apron. "Do what you want with all of this," she waves at the table. "I'm done. I'm going to bed..." She heads for the door in a huff, making Sanem move a step out of the way. "Let him stay where he is! Ungrateful mule!" Mevkhibe growls on her way out.

Sanem turns back to Leyla, taking another bite of her cookie. "I fought she was going to punff me."

"Stop talking with your mouth full," Leyla says in thought, looking after Mevkhibe.

Sanem shrugs and nods, then heads to her mother's vacated chair to sit down.

"Sanem, I can't believe how fast years of marriage and love seems to be crumbling right before our eyes," Leyla shakes her head and looks at Sanem.