The fairy tale looked at Bartu after Selin's release. - "Shall we get up now," he said short and clear. Bartu shook his head: - "Okay, let's get up." The two got up from the table together, pushed their chairs and left the restaurant. They got into the car and crossed the city and headed for the Fairy Tale's house. They remained silent along the way, but the comfort of being with each other was felt.
When they came to the fairy tale door, Bartu opened the door and the fairy tale got out of the car. They looked at a short moment "Thanks for everything Bartu was a nice night" "I'm glad you like it, my fairy tale." He then left a slight kiss on the lip of the fairy tale; Then he smiled and went home and opened the door. When the fairy tale went home, Bartu turned into the car, run the engine, and set his way with a slight smile. After closing the fairy tale door, he walked to the window, watched Bartu's departure, and a strange feeling for a moment; On the one hand, there was something missing on the one hand.
Bartu thought about Masal while driving the car between the lights of the city. His gaze, his little smile and his strange silence did not come out of his mind. It had a sense of protection and admiration. - "It must always be with me," he murmured to himself. The rain was washing the night slightly, the drops falling on the windows joined the lights and formed a picture. Bartu remained silent for a while, and then made a slight sound like a laugh: - "Seeing you, no matter how strange, it makes everything valuable." As the car progressed, Bartu thought about the evening he spent with Masal and the wet streets of the city.
There was both peace and curiosity in it; The feelings in the eyes of the fairy tale, the next encounters were carrying the silent clues with the first lights of Sabah woke up for him for a new and exhausting day began to go to the bathroom after a short shower made a short shower. Soon he replied, "Good morning dear". Bartu: "What are you going to" fairy tale: "I'm going to work" Bartu: "If you waited for me, I would take you away" fairy tale: "No need Bartu all the time you'll not take me and bring me, or I can go myself, right?" Bartu: "Yes, but I want to take you to work and bring you a fairy tale:" No need Bartu, I feel like you're checking me as you do like that. Night The city is wet, the lights are dim.
Bartu stood in front of the fairy tale while leaving the street. He put his hands in his pocket, his face was calm, but his eyes were hard. - "Where is that?" Bartu said, with a vague smile on the edge of his lips. Fairy tale replied with his eyes: - "I'm going home." Bartu bowed his head to the side, walked without separating his eyes from him. - "Not alone at night." The fairy tale frowned. - "Are you asking me an account?" Bartu's face appeared like a short laugh. - "I'm asking." The fairy tale got angry and stepped back, but Bartu cut his way. They came to the eye.
The sound of the rain fills the silence between them. Bartu spoke in a low voice: - "Don't persist, fairy tale. Walk." The fairy tale took a hard look. - "I don't have to come with you." - "But you're coming." Bartu said, calm but in a definite tone. The fairy tale took a deep breath, then he took a step unwillingly. Bartu passed with him. The two were neither talking nor looking at each other as they walked side by side. There were only footsteps and rhythm of rain drops. After a while, the fairy tale could not stand, he turned his head: - "Why are you always coming in front of me? When I am alone, you suddenly appear." Bartu pretended to take off his cigarette out of his pocket, but he gave up.
He just turned his gaze into a fairy tale. - "Because I can't stop seeing you." The fairy tale stopped for a moment, then smiled, but there was anger. - "This is not the answer. It is strange that you do it like that." - "It may be strange, Bart Bartu said, the edge of his lips was curled vaguely. "But that's the truth." The fairy tale bowed his head forward and accelerated his steps. Bartu was not in a hurry; He was heavy, confident. When they came under the bridge, the fairy tale stopped again. - "Bartu, you ... Are you curious about me or are you controlling?" Bartu approached and looked into his eyes. - "What difference does it make? The result is the same. I'm here again." The fairy tale has toppled his eyes. - "I don't want someone like that." Bartu smiled, short and hard. "We both know that you want me, fairy tale." The fairy tale held his breath, silenced because he knew he was inside. Rain is intensified.
Bartu lifted his head to the sky and remained silent for a moment. Then he turned to the fairy tale "Walk. We have more ways." Rain drops were hitting the stones of the street. The fairy tale was nervous when walking next to Bartu; But on the other hand, there was a strange affinity in every step. The fairy tale turned her head to her, she bit her lips: "You always come out like this ... The fairy tale laughed in a short laugh, anger and admiration in a mixture: "Sometimes you are very annoying, you know?" Bartu only leaned his head slightly, an ambiguous curvature on the edge of his lips: "And sometimes I say the right thing, you know, and you are also very beautiful when you get angry.
He approached Bartu even more unintentionally, and Bartu was walking with him without changing his steps. After progressing quietly for a while, Bartu touched his shoulder slightly; A short but effective touch. The fairy tale felt it, his heart accelerated. Bartu turned his eyes to him, hard but sincerely: "I'm here, next to you." The fairy tale bent his head slightly, and returned to the barta and said, "I feel like you're hiding something from me, but I can't figure out that it's a kind of unrest, but I can't make sense of you." Then he looked at the Bartu, but he continued to walk quietly when no answer came from Bartud. At every step, the tension between them and the bond that did not need words was further intensified. City, rain and night; It was just a scene that surrounded them.