The Touch of Gendis Love

Sevket's Death

Gendis took a deep breath, even though her mind was not necessarily direction, Gendis tried to stay strong. Not long after, the woman remembered her original purpose of finding the figure of the husband. Without a second thought, Gendis immediately took the car keys in her room.

With an unfocused mind, Gendis slowly drove her vehicle to the hospital. Almost at every stop of the red light, Gendis was hit by a horn sound coming from a row of cars behind his car. It was none other than because he was always late running back his vehicle when the green light was on.

Arriving at the hospital, Gendis asked the parking attendant to park his car. After that, he immediately stepped foot wider into the main building of the hospital. As if forgetting that he was two-bodied, Gendis's steps slowly turned into half-runs.

Approaching the corridor to the room Sevket was in, Gendis saw Mutia and Ozge hugging each other. The woman who had been hostile to him seemed to cry with her shoulders shaking violently.

Gendis slowed her leg swing. The closer, Mutia's cries were more and more bitter. Gendis looked inside the room from the translucent glass surrounding half the area where her papi was being treated.

"No!" Gendis shouted hysterically while closing her eyes with both palms.

The sound made Ozge gasp. The man broke away from Mutia's embrace and rushed over to Gendis.

"It's impossible, it's just a dream. Wake up, Ndis, wake up!" Gendis spoke softly to herself. Then he lowered his hands slowly. However, what appears in front of him remains the same. The woman shook her head as she walked towards the door of the room. But Ozge hastily prevented it.

"We can't go in there. The room was very sterile. We'll wait here, the papi will soon be moved to the morgue."

Ozge's explanation becomes an affirmation. What he saw was not a dream. The Sevket was stiff inside with medical equipment that had been completely removed. The eyes and mouth of the papi were perfectly closed, the look on his face was so pale that there was no more blood flowing through his body.

Gendis flinch in place. What he is facing now is like a second storm and tsunami to him. Having found that Eser had left the house without saying goodbye, he now had to accept the fact that Sevket had breathed his last.

"Why did papi leave us in this state? There is still a lot of unfinished business. Papi why the same Gendis and Eser, Pi" Lirih Gendis, the eyes of Gendis so empty, his eyes red but not dewy. There was no clear liquid in his eye.

Ozge isn't sure what kind of power Gendis wants. His hands stretched back and forth until they hung in the air. I want it to feel like he holds the body of a woman who was once loved as a lover into his arms. However, doubts and fears of rejection led Ozge to cancel his intentions.

"What less does God test me? What is the lack of proof of my faith in you? What other power do you want to show me? Why do you suffer as if you took a breath in my life?" Gendis walked gontai near the cold iron bench not far from the papi room.

Ozge follows Gendis, while Mutia is left standing lamenting the grief alone. "Beg ...," he called.

Gendis did not look at all. At least he doesn't care about Ozge. After sitting his buttocks, the woman's gaze was still staring far away not at a single focal point.

"Where's eser?" Ozge asked carefully.

Gendis shook her head weakly. "Of course."

Eser should have been there, however, Sevket had loved, raised, and educated Eser to the best of his success. As bad as the treatment and actions of Sevket on others, at least he was so protective and prioritizing Eser. Even Ozge who incidentally is his own biological child, does not get too much attention from the man.

Hearing Gendis' reply, Ozge instantly clenched his arms full of hatred. No other words came to his mind other than the word brenggsek. The right word for a man who yesterday so badly accepted reality in blood. But now he is acting like a coward.

"Call him, Beg. Even though I don't like it, I'm sure papi hopes that Eser can come to take care of papi's body. Throughout the life of papi, Eser has always been the darling of papi. Who am I? Just a complement, not a kid who's really expected."

Gendis raised her head to look at Ozge with a glaring look. If Ozge was complaining like that, what about him. Gendis-born children who have just been discovered, but still sacrificed by Sevket in order to cover the background of Eser from the world. And now, she felt she was being sacrificed by her own husband as well.

Miris, a child who was exalted, loved and protected more than her other children, did not even come at her death. Sevket was unlucky at the end of his life. Even the end of it began to leave a long drama.

Ozge wanted to say something again, but the door to the room where Sevket was located was open. Following two male nurses pushing a gurney where Papi Gendis and Ozge were lying lifelessly stiff up there.

Mutia immediately approached her husband. The woman kept calling Sevket's name while trying to hold the husband's hand. However, the nurse suggested that Mutia not get in their way.

Ozge immediately pulled the body of his mother. "Enough, Mi. Mommy's tears won't return papi to us. If you want to take care and serve papi one last time, stop crying. Oz doesn't allow mami to touch papi if she can't control herself like this" he said.

Mutia obeyed Ozge. He took his hand off the gurney. Let the nurses continue their journey to the mortuary unhindered. The woman then retrieves her phone from the bag, trying to contact Jia to bring the twins to the funeral home where Sevket will be buried.

Unbeknownst to Gendis, Ozge, or Mutia, a pair of eyes were watching them from a distance. Although the eyes were covered with black lenses, but the clear fur that soaked his cheeks, clearly stated that the figure also felt deep sorrow.

"Good way, pi. May peace be in the Lord's bows. Forgive Eser for disappointing you so much. Sorry ...."

Someone patted Eser on the shoulder from behind saying, "A fragrant name is better than expensive oil, and the day of death is better than the day of birth (ecclesiastes 7:1)."