Defom -- A Love Story❤️❤️

Chapter 9 - Easing the Mind... Easing the Soul...

Omer got to thinking the day Defne met with Sinan;

How quickly they had gotten close to each other. 
They behaved as though they were two peas of the same pod, always sharing a joke, Defne crying on Sinan's shoulder, at his, Omer's birthday celebrations on the yacht, laughing at his, Sinan's jokes, openly admiring him!! 

Yet, she had vouched her love only for Omer, had responded to his kisses, dissolved in his hugs, stayed by him during all through  his tough times, had voiced whispers of comforts, brought him good tides, yet had played the biggest game!!  

Sold her sketch to his biggest enemy, Tramba, behind his, Omer's back for money, and had hidden the whole thing.

Aaargh, Omer was very confused. 
Why does it have to be this complicated, when this morning, sitting by Defne's little pot of yellow sunny flowers he had been so determined to get together with her. 

He was just thinking of surprising Defne by meeting her after her classes with a big bouquet of red roses, fine roses, with lush red color, and no thorns. 

He did not want any prickly stuff anymore in his life, anymore between him and his Defne! 

But first, he needed some answers from Sinan!! 

"What if... if only... Sakin Omer, calm down Omer...!"
He kept repeating that to himself, like a mantra! 

Just as he was musing and getting entangled in his own web of thoughts, the knock was heard, loud and clear and the door handle went down and the door swung open with a cheerful greeting.

" Gunaiydin Kardishem"! 
And Omer swiveled in his chair to face the door and the greeter! 

Omer's face was grim, set in stone, expressionless and those piercing black eyes bled lavas of coal!!

"Whoa!"
cringed Sinan mockingly, good naturedly! 

"What's with that look? 
Iyi misin san??  Everything ok?"
He asked laughingly!

Omer was irritated by his good spirits and laughs.
He couldn't stand his own muddled head.
He could not handle Sinan's cheerfulness.
He was getting impatient by the minute.
He needed answers.... and needed them, NOW!

"No, I am not!! 
I will tell you the reason for it shortly. 
But, first, lets go over what the investors had to say!" 

Sinan got a bit worried at Omer's broody mood and wondered what was to come, as he comfortably sat on the giant sofa-chair and searched Omer's face for any visible hints for his broody mood as he proceeded.

"Well .... they liked what we proposed, but...they wanted to go over a few things before getting back to us. 
I got the feeling that they will come on board with us. 
They can't lose this opportunity. 

Who, in the whole of Turkey, really has the greatest shoe designs as well as great collaborative relations with other fashion houses as we do! 

We need to hit Paris fashion week this spring, then we shall be on par with Tramba!! 
Wonder how he is going to come up with his designs for the winter collection. 
Heard his chief designer left for Eastern Europe for a better job!! 
He was good, but definitely, not on par with you Omer!  Let's see whom he hires!!
It will be very interesting to see!"

"Tamaam, good, that topic is out of the way! 
Let me come to what's gnawing at my peace of mind since this morning!! 

Sude came by my house this morning and shared with me a few alarming things!"