Sci-fi Novel - The Love Algorithm - Part 43
Part 1: Our Sweet Home
Part 2: Love In 12 Minutes
Part 3: Machiavellian Berkan's Concerns
Part 4: Bonanza and His Friends
Part 5: Long-lasted Love
Part 6: Pre-design Battle
Part 7: My Dear Father
Part 8: Video Speech of A Public Enemy
Part 9: A Job Interview
Part 10: The Second Great Attack
Part 11: Big Hopes
Part 12: An Unexpected Disaster
Part 13: Sediment of the Days
Part 14: The Goddess Of Matchmaking, Gülizar
Part 15: Saturday Night Fever
Part 16: Red Alert
Part 17: Writing the Codes of Love
Part 18: Bombastic Folk Singer Ayhan
Part 19: The Drama Of An Ordinary Toy Soldier
Part 20: Phone Call In The Morning
Part 21: The Land of Angry Invoices
Part 22: Last Cliff Before The Bridge
Part 23: The Questionnaire
Part 24: The Cursed Prophet Murphy
Part 25: When Love Hits The Door
Part 26: Among Data Stacks
Part 27: Carefree Souls Gallery
Part 28: Lord Of The Conversation Council
Part 29: The Sound Of Silence
Part 30: The Prophecies Of Bonanza
Part 31: Signs of Love
Part 32: The Last Nail That Crashed Into The Coffin
Part 33: Dance With Death
Part 34: Lack Of Money
Part 35: The Lover Lost In The Bend
Part 36: Big Expectations
Part 37: Pride and Anger
Part 38: A Tough Debate
Part 39: A Dark Season
Part 40: My Brother Bonanza
Part 41: Ghosts Of The Past
Part 42: Preparation for Gulizar's Attack
Part 43: Phone Call In The Middle of Nowhere
I had two big problems: I was running out of money, and I had to vacate Tuğ's House in two days. I regretted not accepting the offer of Savaş Demirkol, and I made a wrong decision I could not calculate the limits of my power. I was trying hard to find new partners who could invest in Gulizar, but no one was interested. The winter had suppressed, and the streets were covered with white snow, which was swept away by the strong winds blowing. I was thinking in despair at home, listening to the sound of the storm whistling outside. I remembered aunt Gülizar's pension in Kasımpaşa. Gülizar could arrange an affordable room to stay for me, maybe even partner with our company for a particular share. I had no money left in my pocket, but my metro card was filled with abundance. I put on my coat and military boots, tied up my muffler and left the house.
There was a big tumble at the bus stop. A few cars buzzed, and people were screaming at the stop. Most cars were not in traffic due to the type of heavy wind, but the municipal buses were said to be working on, but the bus had not arrived for a long time, and the crowd had accumulated at the stop. We didn't have to wait too long for the bus to come; we rushed into the bus as soon as possible. The hologram player mounted on the roof of the bus had an image of a cat playing a plastic ball. I kept my eye on the cat during the trip, although the picture was re-played once every two minutes. At the Taksim stop, the driver announced that the bus could not land in Kasımpaşa due to the slippery road. I got off the bus thinking I'd come by underground if I knew it was going to be like this. I started walking downhill on the snow. I looked up, and the full grains were flowing across huge buildings. I turned into a walking snowman, my coat and boots were covered with snow. I was quite tired because I was moving to the snow and forced myself not to slip. When I left the new buildings behind and reached the streets of the old apartments, I sat on a vineyard over the stacked snow to breathe. I dreamed that I was a Tibetan priest living in the mountain peaks of the Eagles, and I tried to calm my soul by taking deep breaths. My breath exercise and a few minutes of inertia have led me to a drop of detachment. If I weren't afraid to freeze, I'd just curl up and sleep. The wind had rested, and the ground was poured into grains. It was like the time stopped in the street when the big snowflakes were unstable between falling and not falling; they turned around themselves and began to rise to heaven. The weather was so calm that I could watch each of the snowflakes like watching a ballerina. While I was watching the snow, I jumped out of my place with my mobile phone ringing, and I met the call in a hurry. It was my aunt who said, "Samet, how are you, baby?”.
-Well, let's say good Hülya Sultan.
-Where are you? What are you doing?
-I'm sitting on a street in Kasımpaşa and watching the snowfall.
-What are you doing there?
-Tuğ went abroad; I'll empty the house and move to a hostel here.
-Have you recovered your finances?
-There was an excellent offer to the company, we refused, and there was no other offer.
-So you're throwing a nickel.
-Yes, I'm exhausted.
-What do you eat and drink, baby, why didn't you call me?
-I didn't want to burden you, Hülya Sultan.
-You look like your father; your mother would have called several times; my baby, what am I going to do with my money at this age, Am I going to inherit my cats? I'm not dead yet; I'm here.
I was so full of what happened to me that as soon as my aunt said these words, I started sobbing like a child. I heard my aunt crying on the other end of the phone. After I cried on the phone for a while, I said, “I'm tired, Hülya Sultan.”
-You're right, baby, it's all over. I'll send the money, don't worry.
-Thank you, it's not always going to be like this, I guess I'll get better at some point.
-I can jump in a car and come to Istanbul if you want.
-No need, Hülya Sultan, thank you, for a moment I lost my temper.
-I miss Ferhat, Samet; there are always tears in my eyes.
-I couldn't even mourn my father because of work.
-It's better, never mind, grief doesn't bring Ferhat back.
-You're right, nothing changes. I'm going to take care of the hostel.
-Okay, baby, take care, don't worry, everything's going to be okay.
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