Constantinople's Cherry

II - 13. Piyanoda

Ceren Başar watched the door as Eda Yıldız changed behind her and stuffed her veil back inside her bag, hiding her traditional clothes as she changed back into a modern dress.

"How did it go ?" She asked as Eda met her on the threshold of the door, pulling her hair in an elegant low ponytail.

"Not enough, ama, it's a good week, brushed past the worst, didn't we ?" Eda smiled.

"We did." Ceren agreed as they walked up the stairs that led back to the buzzy café.

Ceren watched her friend, something was different about Eda today. She had a silly grin on her face and an extra step to her walk.

A glint in her eyes even when she talked seriously, they leaned by the counter, Figen Yildrim serving them expressos.

"Everything good ?" Eda eyed Figen who nodded.

"Evet, I've prepared everything for tomorrow, I'll cover for you." She promised Eda.

Eda nodded. "Tamam." She brought her lips to the cup, to drink coffee.

"Fifi, don't you think something's different with Eda ?" Ceren asked, teasingly, putting her head against her hand.

"Something's different with Eda everyday, what a mind she's gotten." Figen shrugged, chuckling.

"No, different in another way, in her eyes, did you meet with him last night ?" Ceren locked eyes with Eda who put her cup down.

"Meet with who again ?" Figen asked, then put her pen down, as she wrote on what was supposed to be a receipt book in concentration.

She looked at Eda, scrutinising her. "Wait a minute, your Serkan boy ?" She asked and Eda pressed her lips together looking between the both of them and nodded, looking down and blushing with a grin.

"No way! It's that serious ?" Figen sat down, asking.

"Fifi sus, he came all the way here after everything, ofcourse it's serious. Tell me what did you talk about, tell me everything!" Ceren held Eda's arms and Eda laughed softly, happiness like Ceren had never seen in her eyes shining.

"Şey, we didn't talk that much..." She let out, looking shyly at Ceren.

Ceren let out a gasp. "No way! You and him, you're not a virgin anymore ? Allah-Allah!" Ceren exclaimed and Eda looked around them.

"Scream it louder." She hissed and Figen chuckled.

"Wow, I didn't knew you had that in you Eda." She teased.

"Actually, we had been together already in Mardin once." Eda let out and watched Ceren's reaction as her eyes widened.

"You were what ? Sixteen ? Eda! You're such a hiding mouse. How was it ?" Ceren asked with a dreamy look. "Like in books ?"

"Ouff, Ceren, you're such a hopeless romantic." Figen rolled her eyes.

"Even better. It's so... intense, we love each other and its perfect, it's everything." Eda said with an emotional smile.

"Yaa, my girl." Ceren held her hands.

"You're taking risks though Eda, you know that ?" Figen warned.

Eda breathed, a look of hurt haunting her eyes. "I know...Serkan has nightmares, he is so traumatised, he is so pained and destroyed, I felt so bad and helpless. I hate this." Anger reflected in Eda's eyes, as she frowned.

"There isn't much we can do." Figen sighed. "I wish sometimes we could do more, but there's nothing that can fix that much pain and horrors."

"Did you check everything properly Fifi, for tomorrow ?" Eda asked again.