A MAN'S SORROW CUTS DEEPER

Heart of humor...

How was he supoosed to find words to describe her, if Can could not even decide how to figure Sanem out. This woman was like a mysterious puzzle with pieces thrown all over the big wide world. Try as he might, no words he would have ever come up with would come anywhere close to describing just how amazingly inexplicable Sanem was.

Though he had lost his memory of Sanem, Can had decided to give them a try. As a man of honesty, he would look toward her until he made certain there was no more he could give. Come what may, he would not give up without a try. And as much as he preferred to look at the serious side of life, and did not usually look for the comical part of it all, he could not but admire Sanem's outlook on life. And he could not comprehend her unexpected antics.

He could hardly consider her to be a rational woman when she up and left his car in the roadway just to speed away with someone she had never met. He could not believe it. And he did not know what bothered him more. That she left, or that she left leaving him behind to sulk.

He enjoyed the evening with the Aydins the other night, but he could hardly put his head around at how Sanem operated not only at work, but in the vicinity of her family as well. She was calm then hillariously witty. She was poised one minute, then acted with no notion of logic nor reason. And he could not help but admire her stamina and joy with which she carried herself.

Yet nothing prepared him for just how speechless he would find himself when the representative from the famous cosmetic company came to speak with them regarding the commercial for Sanem's cream she had sold to the company. First, Deren made the inexcusable error of mistaking the company's representative with the candidate for the position of the secretary. He was already at a wit's end trying to save the situation. And he watched Sanem take his act of professional politeness as a sign of interest in Ayça. And her actions just kept getting more and more intersting. She had even developed an instant allergy. He was at a loss for words. He had not realized Sanem was only trying to come up with an excuse to reach her sister. They had to come up with information for their made up director. Which Can still tried to make his mind to understand just how he ever allowed for things to go this far. It was unethical, and hardly permissible. But all he could do was play the part, and withold his thoughts to himself.

When Leyla came in and explained in a not so convincing way that Ayça searched for Athur Capello incorrectly for his name was different, he all but dropped from his seat. All he could do was watch in dismay when Leyla offered the tablet to Ayça to search for the director's name. He knew they were lost. But then, in a miraculous way Ayça found his name, and all seemed well. It was. For one split second of time. For now they were left with the fact that they had to find the person to play the director's part.

Whether he liked it or not, he could not dismiss Sanem's sense of humor and her spin on life. She lived her life with the belief that the world adjusted to her, not the other way around. He had not come accross a woman so confident in herself who also never took advantage of that confidence. She was not selfish nor conceded. She had a heart of light. A heart of humor. And that made him drawn to her even more...