The Turkish Male Charm

The Turkish Male Charm
Who used to stop by



Finally, after about thirty minutes on the road to my home, I was still quiet. I don't know why, Sara didn't talk too much as usual. Did he also feel awkward about my situation suddenly meeting Arges?


After a while, I immediately prepared the bedroom for Arges which was located next to the main room, I only prepared one room because Sara planned to sleep with me and there was only one guest room left in my house.


The house is very simple, has two bedrooms, two bathrooms, kitchen, living room and family room which is dominant in white and gold. Actually, this house has three bedrooms, only one of the rooms I use for reading room which became one of my favorite room because it became a hobby place to read me. For me this house is enough for my current condition of living alone.


Sara came up to me who was still busy preparing pillows and blankets for my ex-husband. He smiled at me and I returned his smile.


"I'm glad to see you again" Sara sat on the edge of the bed right next to me.


I stopped my activities and looked at Sara's beautiful face, her nose was perfectly sculpted, her brown eyes that always reminded me of Arges' beautiful eyes.


"I'm the same, Sara. Thank you for coming all the way from Turkey to visit me in Indonesia" I replied.


"I'm sorry I didn't tell you in advance that Arges will come with me. I'm afraid you'll turn me down if you find out" Sara said regretfully.


"It's okay. I'm fine, Sara" I said a little awkwardly.


Either, every mention of Arges' name or just discuss it, the atmosphere felt very awkward. Back when I was his wife, Arges was a topic that always excited me to discuss. He means so much in my life that I love him so much. But now? Everything felt awkward, even just hearing his name.


"Arges always talks about you when you're back in Indonesia. He always said he missed you. When he found out I was going to Indonesia, he was very excited and without my consent, he immediately found a ticket for us. I can't do anything. I can't bear to refuse to come with me, but on the other hand I feel bad for you" explained Sara, clearly looking very sorry.


"It's okay, Sara. I'm glad to see her again" I tried to calm Sara down.


Sara hugged me, I could feel that she was feeling calmer at the moment. He left me and decided to take a shower. I continued my activities preparing a blanket that I still had not had time to put on the bed.


As I exited the room, I collided with Arges who was about to go to the kitchen to fetch some drinking water. Geez, I even forgot to provide drinking water for guests.


"It's okay, Yasmine" he replied nervously.


"Hmm.yeah.hmm" I cleared my throat even though my throat wasn't itchy at all.


"I take a drink first" Arges tried to melt the atmosphere.


"Yes please" I replied of origin.


In a few seconds I realized that I was the host who did not entertain guests well, I hurriedly chased Arges into the kitchen and overtaken his steps, immediately taking the glass and water. Argess who was surprised to see me suddenly came, he flicked his steps and was silent to see me who was very quick to take a glass and water.


"This is the drink, please" I said as I offered a glass of water.


Arges, who was still surprised by me, responded quickly.


"Thank you.." Arges immediately drank the water and unintentionally stared at my eyes.


When we met, I looked into her beautiful eyes again. For a moment I was hypnotized by his gaze and did not know where it came from, my memories returning to the times we were still together.


I used to drink water for her, prepare meals, welcome her after work, everything was beautiful. He used to be the one who stopped in my heart and long enough to just stop by, I'm not sure that my heart only stopped in his life, because maybe even now my heart is still left there. I don't feel my tears are standing. In a hurry I lowered my head, if I continue then I can't cry anymore.


"Excuse me" I said softly, leaving Arges alone.


Arges did not answer a word. He just kept holding the glass I gave him. What is he thinking right now?