Engin Akyurek maybe the best actor in the world ever-BIO/Updates pg4 - Page 95

#EnginAkyrek new article #Birgece "One evening" with english translation translated: krke ngn thank you
waith the other translation Bir gece _ one night

I laughed at the thought that my former lover was sitting at the table across from me. She did not see me. If I could see - her grin would have frozen, and the smile would not have rolled down my face. We were in an expensive restaurant, and inside there were people who could pay even more serious bills. I should filter my views, because at the table next to me sat a girl who was my beloved for two months and is able to unravel the situation with her little women's touches. Overnight, I was not ready, I was like a student who does not know the subject on the exam. In my male profile, which I supported up to today, it was like ironing my suit. Restore Allah, the dual sensations in my soul could show weakness. In everyday life this is possible, but at the table at that moment I felt defenseless.
As the tone of laughter of my former lover declined, the existing barriers dissolved from sudden smiles, and a man next to her became visible. Her voice penetrated every corner, spread over all surfaces in the restaurant with plastic coating. Exactly at the request of the mise-en-scene the man was located to the beloved. Both have one ring on their fingers, a mound resembling a smile on the cheekbones, and poses gave comfort and confidence. The man sitting opposite me became something like a checkpoint between my past and future. If I had previously made such a stupid idea in a sentence, then I smiled to myself with my rounded places. Nothing was ridiculous, there was my new connection, my mood was in order, I did not ask unnecessary questions.
If I stood up and left, listened to the fluttering moths in my stomach, asked for an account, everything had to be in place, to sink into oblivion. The situation, knocking out the brains, took over my body, a sense of curiosity that I could not understand, cooperated with the table I was sitting at. I did not want to talk to myself, my mind wanted me to stand up and left, I finished this situation.
Suspended on my face gypsum cardboard smile looked quite unconvincing. As a murderer who returns to the crime scene, a stupid smile on my face, like a mirror, showed the killer.
Was there a love story left in the middle, or an unspoken phrase?
Sometimes it is impossible to describe what is going on inside a person. From everywhere jumped pictures that I did not even remember, and no one knows where the hidden phrases. As the proposals rose, which I lacked the courage to read, there were pictures that stroked my soul.
On my face reflected the redness of a little fried meat, cheeks puffed up like teenagers. My beloved felt the trembling of my body:
- Darling, are you okay?
- OK
- Hmm ... But you never ate so fast
- I'm hungry
I probably did not notice that I was eating fast. After drinking a glass of water, I threw a piece of meat into my mouth. From the corner of my eye I checked - my ex-beloved also ate meat.
She likes very fried meat, but when it's not necessary, she does not eat meat, but stuffs the belly with herbs. Judging by the fact that she eats meat, she got up early today, went in for sports, spent a tiring day. For three years that I have not seen her, she has not yet become a vegetarian, constantly postponing this step. If something changed over time, things that we knew about each other remained unchanged. While my former beloved was cutting meat, as if tearing my hips, carefully chewed the meat in her mouth, as if it was not already meat, but my heart, turned into a chewing gum.
Therefore, I used the right to answer the question with a question:
- Meat is very tasty
- Are you okay?
"Give you a piece of meat?"
"I do not eat meat, do you know?"
In fact, at that moment, at that table there were not so many things that I knew. Those that he knew - he forgot. I realized that after that, some things will not be like before.
If we had not met with my former lover, perhaps life was going to ask, filter out the questions, waited for a later exam. There was no need for life to ask me questions. Apparently, questions that I did not ask myself were at a distance of two tables opposite my desk. I do not know if I was happy sitting at my desk, but I felt that I was unhappy with the happy state of my former lover. At the person essence of metal forceps, in the most simple moments even as received from a warehouse of scrap metal can be rusty and sticky.
It is impossible that the former lover did not see me. I was in her field of vision. She knew that, unlike me, she could control this situation, she managed to turn the distance into two tables by female intuition, far from her eyes.
Before proceeding to order a dessert, my ex-beloved, at a slow pace, headed for the toilet, crossing the space between the tables. A light breeze licked my face, moved to my hair, as if touching my hands. The water I drank before was frozen on my lips. The light on my head, touched my face, and looked in my mouth like a wet vomiting of a child in a breastplate. Swallowing the water in one gulp at a time, I behaved like a caravan who saw the water in the desert. I drained my mouth with a napkin, the same as a tablecloth on the table, a napkin in my hands was launched for my saturation.
Getting up from the table, I began to walk very slowly. So, I was going after her to go to the toilet. The whole morale of my anxiety drove me ten paces away. Because I hastily started from the table, I grabbed the phone. I pretended to be talking on the phone while I walked to the toilet - this is the first thing that occurred to me. From a distance I looked very comical, near - an idiot. Pretending to talk on the phone was very difficult. Dumbling past me to the right and left, the waiters, smiling, looked at me, as if they had caught me in a lie. In order not to reveal even more, I occasionally said "hmm, hmm, hmm."
Doing this, without disturbing the seriousness of listening, I looked at my beloved. When my ex-lover came out of the toilet, the clinking of the high heels of her shoes served as a warning signal in my soul. I turned not only with my head, but with every cell of my body. There was a moment of useless female intuition, from which it is not possible to escape ... Over a period of a quarter of a second we exchanged glances, were silent, it seems, ate and drank. There was a state that did not want to stop the time. She did not want to create a new moment, a new interval of time. As if not finding a place where to put her hands, straightened her hair, her body could not move, as if she left her soul for storage, I realized her desire to leave. Do not look at my long explanations, not a split second, as she left, stepping past me again with a slight breeze. As she walked to the table, the sound emanating from her heels fluttered in my brain.
I rushed from the restaurant to the street. I needed clean air. The stupidity that I had just made before - I wanted it to come out with the air I breathed, hiding behind something, I wanted to stay there for a while.
The knave who smoked in front of me looked so pleased that I could well give him a kick. Under the causeless anger things could be so tragicomic.
- Do not share one cigarette?
"Of course, brother."
The Knave seemed to be waiting for this moment, he put a cigarette out of his pocket into my mouth. There was no fire, a cigarette given to me, he lit from his cigarette.
- Do not be disgraced, for the sake of Allah
Saying "do not scribble", he put the dried cigarette in my mouth again with his fingertips
- Do not sneer, do not sneer
While the night frost did not take my insides, I was going to smoke a cigarette and enter the room. He began to drizzle light snow. He woke up on the surface of cars like sugar powder. For such a night and such a decor approached.
"Can I get another cigarette?"
- Of course, sister.
And my ex-beloved went out into the street. When she did not reach the table, she followed me. When the jack was going to light a cigarette and my former favorite, I took a cigarette from her hand and lit it myself. I did not want the jack asking the same question about disgust. My beloved and my jack and I smoked in silence. The smoke produced by us created a comical spectacle.
My ex-beloved, looking at a cigarette in lipstick:
- You started smoking
- First time I smoke (cough). But you started smoking (coughing)
- And the first time I smoke (cough)
We witnessed how a woman coughing in front of her turned into a male tonality of voices in different ways. Her coughing voice was describing our past. Knave did not cough, the smoke inhaled by him even before he met his cells, he swirled between his teeth, walking peacefully. I did not want his cigarette to end. If it were not embarrassing, he could ask for another cigarette from the jack. There was a moment face to face with my former beloved, when the smoke of her cigarette flew to our lips, and it turned out like a kiss.
- The 28th year ...
- The jack's voice destroys our smoky atmosphere, my ex-favorite run into the room. This time I wanted to cut the jack for real. In addition, it was not an unreasonable anger, it will know how to serve as an instigator.
The cigarette in my hand becomes meaningless, her smell stinking my entire body from head to toe. My phone breaks, waiting for me at the table inside, my favorite is the fifth time unrequited dials the number. I have a phone in my hand, smoke on my suit and hair, in this form I made my way to the tables. Entering the room, my face began to appear an expression that could not be described. At my table, in my chair sat my former lover, and next to her beloved, as if they came to visit the holiday. At such moments, the brain can not instantly respond to the resulting image. At my table, my ex-beloved and a man whose name I did not know, what did?
Approaching the table, I could hear the voice of my anxiety.
After seeing my arrival, my beloved jumped to her feet:
- Beloved, come here, come. Look, my university friend Umit, we have not seen each other for a long time. This is his fiancee, sorry, I forgot your name ...
- Hello
"It's their wedding at the weekend, we'll go, love, will not we?"
Sitting in my throat, the taste of a cigarette, cleansing my breath:
- (Coughing) ... Let's go.