Chapter 2 TWO

What's wrong with your face?” asked the mother when she saw her beloved daughter's gloomy face. “I'm annoyed with a guest,” Havva answered, throwing some clothes in the bucket. "So what?" The mother, named Jihan, frowned.

“He scolded me to no end. He even handed over clothes to be washed by throwing them to me. Hah! "I don't know at all how a city person like him could have that kind of character," said Havva as he put detergent in a tub filled with water.

The mother, who was washing tomatoes in a large container, was forced to stop. Now he stepped closer to the girl. "Be patient, dear," Jihan's soft hand stroked Havva's arm. “We are just workers here. "You must, however, serve your guests with complete comfort," said the fifty year old woman, looking at her son's sweet face. "Yes, I know, ma'am. "I will try to be patient with all the guests here," answered the girl with her small lips. He smiled at his mother's calm face. “Aren't you tired? It is late. "You can wash your clothes tomorrow morning," said Jihan while looking at the tub filled with clothes. “No, Mom, I'm not tired. Besides, I'm not sleepy yet. I'll wash these clothes quickly.” Havva exclaimed excitedly in front of her mother's face. He now sat on a small chair and began to put his hands into the large tub. "Yes, it's up to you. But after you finish washing you have to rest and sleep early. Because tomorrow it's time to milk the goats." said the mother then kissed the top of her child's head while looking down. Then Jihan left after finishing with all the fresh vegetables he had washed. Havva rubbed her clothes patiently. He knows he has to be patient with guests, otherwise he won't. Uncle Mahmud will definitely scold him again.

"Oh my God what is this?" Havva gaped while his hand was holding something small and hard. Her mouth dropped open when she found out that the clothing accessories she was washing had come loose.

"Ouch! why did this happen?" His forehead furrowed in frustration as his eyes focused on the mute beads in his hand. Both hands reached into the bottom of the tub. Who knows, maybe he might find more than one of those beads. Sure enough, he found eleven small accessories that were as big as marbles.

He patiently collected the beads and put them in a plastic bag after washing them first. He also put it in his skirt pocket. "Hopefully the woman doesn't realize that the mute beads came off her clothes," Havva pleaded in his heart. He immediately finished washing clothes again. Because it was late at night. *** Bilqis sat on the bed looking at her nails cutely. But he realized that one of his nails was wrong. "Honey, how long are we here?" Bilqis asked as if complaining. Irlan who was next to him answered lazily. "Maybe a week, or more if I want. Because I like the place," Irlan answered while playing games on his cellphone. "You see, these nails are starting to not be as beautiful as they used to be. Where is there meni cure pedi cure," Bilqis grumbled, showing her face to her husband. But her husband didn't pay attention at all. "Oh, my stomach is so hungry. I haven't eaten since this afternoon, only snacks," said the long-haired woman while holding her stomach. Irlan started to feel sorry for his wife.

Even though he doesn't have feelings of love, he tries to make his wife comfortable. "How long will you not want to eat food made in this village? They wash all the food until it's clean. This afternoon there was lots of delicious food. There was kokoretsi too, lamb offal sprinkled with traditional village spices which really tasted delicious, then there was dolma. Vegetables "which is made to make dolma is very delicious," explained Irlan with a serious face, nodding. Didn't realize that Bilqis had noticed his handsome face. "Oh darling you're so handsome!" Bilqis exclaimed, holding her cheek and feeling Irlan's chin which was filled with small hairs. Bilqis kissed Irlan's lips gently. Irlan responded to the touch. Even though he doesn't have feelings of love for his wife. Bilqis is lulled by her own romantic actions.

He immediately sat on Irlan's lap. Irlan stretched out and Bilqis sat on Irlan's thighs. Irlan hugged Bilqis gently until her head was on Bilqis' chest. "Honey, I hope this year we can be blessed with children, okay?" Bilqis said hopefully. She then kissed her husband while tasting the distinctive aroma of Irlan's hair. "Oh yes, I hope so," answered Irlan flatly. Even though he didn't really hope to have children with Bilqis. "Oh my stomach is starting to growl. How about this?" annoyed Bilqis who was now standing at the side of the bed. "Okay, I'm going to the kitchen. Who knows, there might be some leftover food in there for you," said Irlan looking at Bilqis who was holding her stomach in pain. "Leftover food?" Bilqis asked in disbelief. “Yes, it can't be helped. It is late. There must be no one in the kitchen.

"I'm sure everyone is resting," said Irlan, who was now standing near the bedroom door. "Well, just try going to the kitchen. "Hopefully there's good food there," said Bilqis resignedly while pulling her long hair up like a ponytail. Irlan came out of his room wearing short-sleeved satin pajamas.

Even though he actually didn't like the clothes he was wearing. But he respected his wife's choice. He casually walked into the kitchen and right in the middle of the door he collided with a thin girl who looked panicked. "I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to," said Irlan, looking down He first saw the girl's face.

"I'm sorry. Besides, I don't mind," said Irlan casually. But his eyes kept looking at the girl in front of him He raised his face a little scared. He was afraid that he would be angry again by the guests.

"Once again I'm sorry sir!" Havva exclaimed while looking at Irlan's face. Instantly, Irlan's heart melted again when he saw the sweet Havva. "My wife is hungry, is there any food here?" Irlan asked, trying to relax. His feet now entered the kitchen and looked around the dimly lit room. Because the kitchen lights are not very bright. "I'll make food quickly, you can wait," said Havva who was behind Irlan. Irlan turned his body to look at the girl again. Now the beauty of the village girl is clearly visible. Because he was in front of the light of the lamp which was above in the middle where the two of them were standing. “How is it sir? "I can make kebabs," Havva exclaimed, making the city man wake up.

“Ah yes! please do it. "I'll wait here," said Irlan somewhat nervously. Havva immediately lit a fire until the wood burned. Havva sat below in a small chair.

He put down the thin bread and a few seconds later lifted it. His hands deftly put vegetables and meat into the kebab skin. Then he added mayonnaise, cheese and a little chili sauce. Because it was nighttime,

he didn't want his guests to get stomach aches from eating chili sauce at night. Since then, Irlan has been focused on watching the thin girl prepare the food. I don't know how long it has been since he felt in love like he did now.