Chapter 8 - Bana Ne ?

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Ankara was bustling with excitement as the new year was brewing , a new year meant new adventures , new surprises , and a chance to start again .
The events of two weeks ago still loomed in the back of Sanems mind like a dark cloud . That man , Can Divit  with his obnoxious confidence and killer smile was slowly becoming the bane of her existence .

Granted , forgetting about him would be easier if he didn't come by nearly every day with a new excuse in hopes of seeing the doe eyed girl , who he so desperately wanted to make up with . Who would've  thought he'd miss annoying someone so much . From the way she made fun of him all the time , to the way she was able to correct him or "check " him as she would say . She really was one of a kind , Can thought .

As the festive season was coming to a close Sanem knew that she couldn't avoid her neighbor forever , after all their siblings were dating . Leyla decided to announce her relationship status while Sanem was getting her eyebrows waxed at Salon de Cilek hence the more logical explanation as to why Sanem refuses to leave her house .
Imagine half and eyebrow soaked in organic caster oil .
Sanem laughed at the memory holding back tears as her poor eyebrows still looked horrendous , a week of wearing eyepatches and sunglasses certainly weren't helping and even a make over by Leyla didn't put a smile on the disheartened girls face .
You'd think in her twenties physical appearance would be the least of Sanems worries , but it's surprising how much of a women's self esteem can lie beneath the crevisis of facial hair .

One positive to Sanems "mini depression " as Cey Cey liked to call it was the endless amount of baked goodies that decorated there dining table everyday . Although Sanem wasn't a chef one thing she could do blind folded is bake . And everyone was loving it .

"Can how many times do I have to tell you to stop abusing your rights to the master key !" . Sanem huffed as the front door swung open , what the drowsy girl didn't expect was her best friend of 20 years charging at her like a mad bull .
"Sanem ! kardesim! naber " . Ayhan greeted full of life , a beaming smile plastered on her face just like Sanem remembered . Ayhans euphoric presence made Sanem gleam from within . Can observed as he watched the both cheerful and tearful reunion from the door .

"Sanem ask olsun are you not going to invite your boyfriend in ?", Ayhan asked .

"Boyfriend ?" Sanem said straining her neck to give Can a dirty look from over Ayhans shoulder as she didn't want to break there much needed embrace , Can blowing her a kiss in return .
"It's ok I know she loves me " . Can smirked plopping himself on the sofa expertly , after all , he could be classed as an expert as he sat in that exact position watching Netflix more than Sanem and Cey Cey combined .
"Allah Allah no manners !" . Sanem thought out loud .

"Ne birtanem ? ben mi ?" .
At this point Sanem really didn't know why she was going along with this assholes little role play but she had snapped out of the cloud of missing him and the anger was back in tidal waves . Two can play at this game she seethed  .

While Ayhan unpacked in Sanems room the furious girl took the chance to confront Can in the most serious way she knew how . With a wooden spoon in hand .

Sanem squinted her eyes and towered over him , spoon under his chin .
"I don't know what the f*ck your problem is but I am not talking to you ,how the hell did you even get the nerves through your tiny ass brain to even consider yourself a suitable candidate to be MY boyfriend is beyond me " .
Sanem hissed , the spoon pressing on Cans neck which he found amusing as it really wasn't causing him any pain at all  .

"Yeter ! Sanem artik yeter BIKTIM YANI DELIRICEM YA !, Ive tried to explain myself to you so many times Sanem , you don't even give me five minutes of your time".  An annoyed Can huffed grabbing the spoon forcefully the suprise impact landing Sanem directly between his thighs. The sudden close proximity making Sanem breath heavily .
Can gripped both the spoon and Sanems hand in his palms holding them in the space between the pair .
A fierce blush painted Sanems face as she looked up , the angry facade breaking a little as she saw the desperation in his eyes .

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