Part 6

"Mrs. Serena.. Since Christmas is coming soon.. I have made a list of items that are missing at home.. I will go to town and get those items and I will come back soon.. "

"In a little while, Federica will come with her father."

I said I was walking up to Mrs. Serena.

Federica and his father arrived in fifteen minutes, so I left the bungalow without delay. The bunches of lavender flowers that were planted up to the gate, which is about two hundred meters away from the bungalow, are covered with snow. Piles of snow piled up all over the yard. Gisappo is on the other side, removing them from a corner. Glancing around, I crossed my arms, opened the high gate with black bars, and entered the path.

When the intense cold felt endless through the coat, gloves, and even the headscarf, I walked, enjoying the beauty around me to bear it all. At this moment, I began to wonder if the familiarity I felt today, like the first day I came here, was not proof of the dreams I had seen.

"Be patient, Amelya"

Muttering to myself, I turned my eyes to the surrounding environment again and had to go down the mountain. I began to think that the cypress trees, the oak trees, the cypress trees, and the nochi trees on both sides of the river, which were completely covered with snow, were all curled up in the cold.

With the exception of an occasional man walking along this path, which is naturally dark due to the trees on both sides of the path, the crowd is always silent.

Seeing Emma's house near the foot of the mountain, I had to put the thought of going there out of my mind because I knew that going there would delay my journey even more. Anyway, after almost twenty minutes, I had reached the city. Walking along the shop, I started to buy all ninety items on the list prepared the day before. Not knowing if there would be any special guests for Christmas, I bought them all, thinking I should be prepared for anything.

"Amelya…"

Hearing a familiar voice, an unfamiliar address, I turned towards that voice.

"Nicolo.."

A week later, that image appeared in front of me.

'my goodness..!'

'Unbelievably the way he decided to call me by my name..!'

I thought, looking at him in surprise.

"Where have you been this morning?"

He even started smiling with his eyes.

"Come to the city to get some things you need.. Where is Nicolo going..?"

I asked him.

"I am this…"

"Ah.. I went to meet a friend of mine.."

With some difficulty, I realized that he had put the words together. But, without questioning him about it, I just smiled.

I'll go, Nicolo.. I'm late..

An hour had already passed, so I decided to say goodbye to him.

"Amelya.."

He started to touch my hand.

"Say.."

difficulty, but I tried to free my hand from that hand.

"I have exactly one week left."

Unbelievably, he started to say it when the doubt in my mind spread to the top of my head.

"That.. that said.."

I asked him, trying to avoid the awkward feeling.

"After this week.. we will not meet again.. "

He started to say it, looking somewhere far away. Those words are an unspoken pain in my heart

It was powerful enough to spread. but I don't know why.

"Nicolo.. I really don't understand what you are saying.."

I said.

"Hmm…!"

"It's a long story."

He is confusing me.

"Whether it's a long story or a short story, it doesn't matter to me.. Why don't we meet after this week.."

I asked as tears welled up in my eyes.

"I'll see Amelya again before the end of this week. Then I'll tell you about it."

He narrows his eyes and smiles.

I know that we were not close enough to hear anything more from him. Even though I knew that we would not meet again this week, I was not able to interfere with his decision.

"Be careful, Amelya."

He said it sadly, looking at me, who was thinking silently.

"Okay, Nicolo.."

After saying goodbye to him, I came to the bus stop with the intention of getting on the bus that runs only a short distance in the mountain village.

After saying goodbye to him, I spent several more minutes thinking over all these clues, which were still a puzzle. I watched his figure drift away with an empty feeling. Again and again, I began to think that there was some connection between the dream I saw and him. But, knowing that no one would believe these four stories, I decided to remain discreet.

He was repeatedly dealing with mentally when he entered the village. I quickly got off the bus as it pulled past Emma's house for about a kilometer and approached the place designated as its last stop. I should have walked another kilometer. With the two bags in hand, even though the hilly journey was somewhat uncomfortable, I ignored it all and came within sight of the Kassoli bungalow. But, because of that sight that suddenly caught my eye, I looked at it with great attention as I stood near the row of stone pillars marking the boundary of the bungalow.

' Then the road leading to that desolate event that I always see has fallen in this direction..'

I thought to myself as I saw through the window of Mrs. Serena's room the path to the dark, deserted garden that I always saw.

'Mm...!'

At the moment when I remembered something to do, I took a deep breath and headed towards the bungalow.

"Sister Amelya, why are you so late..?"

Federica asked me the moment I entered the bungalow, put all the belongings I brought in the kitchen, and entered Mrs. Serena's room.

"When I went to the city, I walked, so it took a while, Federica."

I said, patting her head.

"Shall I bring Mrs. Serena something to drink?"

Next, I went towards her. But like always, shaking his head to the side and saying 'no'

I went back to the kitchen, took three hot cups of coffee, and came back to her room.

"This is for my white girl.. this is for Federica.."

I said I was handing Mrs. Serena's and Federica's coffee cups to them.

"Mrs. Serena, white girl.. I'm just Federica."

I winked at Mrs. Serena as she frowned.

"Without.. can't you see the beauty of my naughty girl.."

"Wait, then I'll give Federica a nice name too.."

She covered her face in shame as I pinched her nose.

"Okay, okay.. I'm going to give this cup of coffee to your father."

Before finishing, I took it and walked towards the garden.

"Giuseppe.. let's work after drinking a coffee.."

I told him with my usual friendly smile.

"According to this summer, it's a very valuable thing, Amelya children."

That address, which felt no less than a father's affection, reminded me of my father.

"Giuseppe.. I need to hear from you about something."

I looked at him nervously. After drinking a few sips of coffee, he sat on a large granite stone marking the boundary of the garden and started looking straight at me.

"What does that child want to know from me..?"

In heavy thought, he looked at me again and asked curiously.

"Oh, Giuseppe.. But you are telling me the truth, aren't you..?"

I asked, looking at him.

When I saw those copula petals curling up from the coppery beard covering his face, I recognized that he was once again lost in thought.

But I had understood that he was a person very close to this bungalow. I knew I could learn something from him to solve the secrets hidden here, one by one. But I still don't know if he's willing to tell the truth.