Believe

Chapter 7 : The cat and the mouse

Nare

-I will.-Zehra replied.
They were both seated near the small table in the cabin, her fingers stopped drumming on the table when she heard her.
-Are you being serious, Zehra?" Nare said stunned.
-Why does everyone look surprised when I say it? Of course I'm serious. It's the most serious thing I've ever talked about-
Zehra had always been a not very talkative girl, always under Sancar's wing, always protected. But she had been quiet for a long time, and Nare knew that was about to end, and she listened carefully.--Very seriously. I mean, they have do it,and  If we tell them your story and mine, they should listen to us, and if they don't ... I don't really care if they believe me or not.
--There will always be someone who believes us.--Nare answered.

She remembered Gediz that night. When for the first time she opened her soul to someone, when at last someone did not doubt for her. The man who would have believed even if she had told him that aliens had abducted her, was on his knees, watery eyes, paying attention to every word she said. Crying with her. Gediz probably did not understand the magnitude of her pain that night , but he didn't care, because he knew he learned to feel it, to make it his. Every time she remembered that night, Nare became even more convinced that it was him. There was no other choice. He was the ultimate, and Nare cursed herself for taking so long to realize it.
--Nare, my brother loved you,-- Zehra said.
She interrupted her - Zehra, if you start talking about ...
--No, please. Let me finish,--she continued --I know he did.I saw love in my brother's eyes since they were little.Do  you know? I grew up wanting a love like yours, I wanted something forever, but now, after what I know and what you've said, I know I don't want that . I don't want someone who doubts me, I don't want someone who makes me cry or get mad like my brother does with you because that ... that's not love.
Well, it was a very strange love then,because it only hurt me.
--Love doesn't hurt.You need something more, and although it is difficult for me to accept it, he cannot give it to you, but perhaps, you should see further.--She continued--One day I was in the fields, in the factory, I saw my brother and Gediz arguing. I heard them, my brother was screaming, you know him. I didn't care then, but now I understand things that maybe not before. My brother would yell, talk, talk about you. Gediz was also angry, and he argued too. He said that he would heal every wound of yours, that he would not allow anyone the more it will hurt you.
--Sounds like something Gediz would say.
--It sounds like someone in love. -- Zehra made a brief silence, and was thoughtful for a few seconds, like someone who feels regret about something - Elvan and I ... have been somewhat unfair to him, I'm sorry, Nare. I'm really sorry.
--Hey, you know how he is. He has a heart too big to hold a grudge.
Zehra smiled - I would die for someone to talk about me like that, although I admit it was not a surprise to me.
--Is he so obvious?"- They both smiled at the same time and Zehra nodded--He's a wonderful man, Zehra. He believed me. No evidence, no question. When I thought there was no one else by my side, when everyone left, he stayed.I couldn't turn my back on someone who was always there for me, even when I didn't deserve it.

Zehra took her hands with affection
- Nare, listen to me, you are the mother of my niece. You are my family too. And I know that Melek will be happy if you are too. Children want happy parents, and I want to see you smile like this, always. Be happy Nare, whoever it is. But be happy.

--Zehra, I haven't been happy for ten years. I want to know what it feels like to be one.-said a proud Nare as she offered her best smile.
She watched Zehra as her gaze wandered around the cabin from her seat, wistfully perhaps.

--This house has so many memories. Here we spend a lot of time when we are childrens.
--It's true--Nare said dismissively, and Zehra seemed to perceive it.
-- Although I understand that you don't like it.
--Oh sorry, I didn't mean to be rude. It's just ... this house represents everything bad to me. Sometimes I wish it would disappear, I wanted to burn it up and go up in flames.
Zehra was silent for a few seconds. She steadied herself a little better in the chair and looked at Nare.
--Burn it then. Let it burn.