Episode 5

Osman...

I already called the doctor, who is also my friend and the best neurologist in Istanbul. However, he is not in Turkey at the moment.

The clothes I ordered with Silla have arrived, and now it might be a bit difficult, as I need to talk to Taya to get her changed. I walk to the living room where she has been for half an hour, fascinated by the aquarium. Like a cat, she follows the fish with her eyes. I stand there, watching her for a while. She may not be entirely mentally well, but that doesn't diminish her beauty: her long, wavy blonde hair, her fair skin, her delicate face with fine features, and her beautiful blue eyes. If we were a few decades back, she would certainly be the most beautiful woman of that time. I would say that she is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my entire life, and I have traveled almost the entire world.

For a moment, my other head, the one that is not the top one, seems to perk up.

"We better get out of this. She's not our type, buddy. Our type are women with no innocence whatsoever, and she is way too innocent for us. She's the type to marry and start a family, while we are the type who prefers to enjoy every second of our single freedom."

"Why are you standing there like a royal guard?" she asks, without taking her eyes off the aquarium.

"I... brought some clothes so you can take a shower and get changed. We're going to the doctor, remember I told you I would take you to the doctor?" I say. She finally takes her eyes off the aquarium and looks at me.

"Doesn't the doctor come here?" she asks.

"It depends on the situation; sometimes he does."

"In Sardinia, whenever we get sick, the doctor goes to the castle."

"What is Sardinia like?" I ask, curious to know if she can describe this imaginary place.

"It's beautiful. Now it's summer, and outside the castle there's a beautiful field of giant flowers. Their petals, when bathed in the sun's rays, look like gold; it hurts your eyes! There are huge mountains full of sardonic stones, that's why it's called the Kingdom of Sardonyx. There are large trees, apple trees, lakes, and waterfalls" she says, and her eyes sparkle as if she were really there, in that world that only exists in her head. Poor girl, so beautiful and completely lost in an imaginary world.

"Sardonyx must be really beautiful. Here, in my country, it's not as beautiful as Sardonyx, but we also have amazing places" I say, pretending to believe her.

"I hope to get to know all the amazing places there are in your kingdom" she says, smiling, looking like an angel.

"So, come with me. I'll take you to the guest room, where you can settle in."

"Yes."

I take her to the guest room and show her the bathroom.

"And here's the bathroom. There are clean towels in this cabinet" I explain.

"And how do you take a shower here?" she asks. Oh, dear, I feel like a nursery school teacher.

"You come in here" I say, taking her hand to enter the shower area.

"And here, just bring your hand closer and you turn on the shower, and the water starts to come out."

She raises her hand.

"Don't..." Too late. She brings her hand closer.

"Oh my God!" she screams, terrified by the hot, strong water coming out of the shower, getting us both wet. She clings to me.

I move my hand to turn off the shower.

"Now you've learned by doing."

"Yes!" she says, pulling away and wiping the water from her face.

"I'll leave you alone to enjoy your shower."

I go to my room, take off my wet sweatpants, and take a shower. The memory of the moment she clung to me in the bathroom comes to mind. What is happening to me? I've only known this woman for a few hours, and I don't understand why I'm like this. It must be the worry about the situation.

I push those thoughts out of my mind, finish my shower, and put on some casual clothes: blue jeans, a red polo shirt, and red loafers. I put on a Rolex and sunglasses. When I'm ready, I call Dr. Emir once more.

"Dr. Emir, my great friend, I urgently need to see you."

"Next week, I'll be there in Istanbul."

"And where are you at the moment?" I ask, looking out the window of my room at the garden view.

"I'm in Nicosia. To be exact, at this moment I'm at the American Medical Center" he says.

"I'll come to you."

"Is it that urgent?"

"Let's say it is. It's a confidential consultation for someone, so it's better that this consultation takes place right there in Nicosia."

"All right, then. I'll expect you here."

After saying goodbye to Dr. Emir, I go to the guest room and knock on the door, the sound echoing slightly in the silent hallway.

"Are you ready?"

"I... no... These clothes, if you can even call them clothes, don't cover the body properly. When they don't show the legs, they show the back. And there's something else that I'm even ashamed to talk about" she complains from the other side of the door, her voice filled with discomfort.

The door opens a crack, and I see a small slit through which she is peeking, with an expression of frustration.

"I know these clothes are totally different from what you're used to wearing, but here in my country, women usually dress like this. Didn't you like any of them?"

"No, it's all very strange."

"Can I come in and try to help you?"

"I'm just wrapped in a towel" she replies.

"There are some robes in the same cabinet. Take one and put it on; that way you'll feel more comfortable."

After much hesitation, she finally lets me in. The clothes are scattered on the bed, and the other bags are still closed.

I start opening the bags and find a classic red dress. It has wide straps and a V-neck. I see lingerie scattered on the floor, and she notices my gaze on the garments.

"These small clothes are underwear, right?" she asks.

"Yes, they are." I reply.

"They are so small. The biggest one I found is a bit tight and quite strange" she comments.

"You'll get used to wearing them. And I believe this dress will look great on you" I say, showing her the red dress.

She takes the dress from my hand. I leave the room so she can change, and after a while, she appears. Wow! She is stunning!

"Now let's go! My friend, who is a neurologist, is going to examine you. We are going to meet him in Nicosia, which is close to here" I explain.

We go to the garage to get to the helicopter. I choose a convertible so she can better enjoy the scenery along the way.

"What is this?" she asks, seeing the car.

"In Sardinia, you ride horses and carriages, right?"

"Yes" she replies.

"Here we have the car, which is like a modern carriage. We have other means of transportation that you will soon get to know."

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