Masumiyet Page #5

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Knee-length and no stockings.

A blouse that showed everything.

Fancy Hair.

You can imagine, she was a gem.

She asked a bunch of prices,

started kidding around.

She got to me that day.

I couldn't stop thinking about her.

The next day I asked about her.

It turns out there was no one around

who hadn't f***ed her.

But she was crazy about Zagor.

And he was behind bars just then.

One day she passed my store

all fancily dressed.

I started following her.

She went into this shop, that shop,

took a bus, a minibus.

We ended up at the prison.

I felt tortured inside.

I figured, of course.

She was going to visit Zagor.

I felt all weird. I was

jealous of the bastard, too.

There was nothing I could do.

I married the other girl.

Meanwhile, Zagor got out of jail.

Then I heard they'd run

away together.

They disappeared for six months,

a year...

But I always dreamed about the b*tch.

I couldn't forget that day she

came to the store.

I even got to the point

where I couldn't touch my wife.

Then I heard Zagor

had killed two men.

One was a policeman.

He slit their throats,

both of them.

He was tortured

at the police station

They were getting revenge.

Did the same to the b*tch, too.

First they thought Zagor was dead.

Then it turned out he was in coma.

All this happened in Ankara.

One day the b*tch turned up

in the neighbourhood.

Zagor was inside.

At best, he'd do a life sentence.

One morning I arrived at the store

and the b*tch was sitting there.

I didn't recognise her at first.

When I did, I buzzed.

It was like getting stabbed

by a screwdriver.

She was a wreck. She'd lost weight.

And her face was white as a sheet.

But she was still gorgeous.

Like the women in Arabesque songs.

She stood up, her head held high,

and said she needed a lot of money.

She wanted to get Zagor a lawyer.

She said she'd pay me back later.

Without thinking, I asked her how.

She said she'd go on the game.

Or be my mistress if I wanted.

Something cracked inside me.

I started crying. And God, did I cry.

You see, I believed the b*tch that day.

It's been 20 years since then.

Anyway, Zagor was sentenced to life.

But even in prison

the bastard didn't sit still.

Either he stabbed people

or tried to escape the whole time.

So he ended up trailing

from one prison to another.

The b*tch went after him.

In the end I couldn't take it any more

and I followed her as well.

First I lost the store, then the cabs.

Then my wife walked out.

My father shut the doors on me.

I hit the road in search of love.

I know nothing about business.

I have no skills.

She doesn't care.

She started on the game, but small.

Then she got used to it.

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