The wipers of the car weren't able to
catch on, to postpone the curtain of the rain...Cemal parked the car to the
pupilary of desolation. He breathed the horror closely. After all, death had
passed from here scaping.
In the air, the fear of death that was mixed with earth smells of rain... The night was the widest shelter of
murder anyway in every meridian circle. Cemal's every step was a window that
was opened to concern. He had no wish to meet a new corpse tonight. But the
duty was inescapable.
Night had attached the moon to it's
collar like a diamond brooch.
Black clouds were dispersed, promising
to meet again in a new activity.
The moon was trying to infiltrate the
house crashing with the light of the kitchen lamp. The rain was withdrawn from
the window leaving the fingerprints on the glass. Jülide was standing in front
of the kitchen stand like an exclamation mark. She carried on rinsing the plate
in her palms. An unseen peace spread on her face. And Jale's dead body lying on
the table, deep purple...
Julide never hesitated to get into
action. Because the magma layer of hatred which had accumulated inside her had
overflown long time ago. Because since her childhood whatever she wanted was
taken away from her hands by Jale. Cemal was the last one...Nobody could guess
the volume of Julide's disappointment. Jülide was extremely tired of this
competition that was going for forty years.
And she wanted to win the last round,
by taking the sweet life of Jale that
she loved so much.
It was a dinner as always, putting
carnation on the collar of sorrow. In the begining it was a farewell of another
day of two missed lives.
Tonight there were no whispers of
children in the house, there was no husband to ring the doorbell again. Food
was being eaten in the kitchen that was filled with silence. Jülide was as calm
as a lake as if it was not she who was going to strangle her sister in a short
while. In fact, she was not that far to the thought of murder. In her head she
had killed Jale several times in different ways.
She slowly got up from the table with
an excuse. The time for revenge had come
for Jülide. She went to the bedroom and took the belt that she had prepared
before like a rope. She felt neither excitement, nor fear. She didn't even care
that she was going to be a sister killer and going to rot in jail. She headed
towards the kitchen with sneaky and dark steps as a leopard approaching it's
prey. She was going to fade
lillies of the time in Jale's hand immediately. With the belt hidden
behind her she went into the kitchen . Jale was sitting at the table with her
back to the door. She put the belt on her neck speedily and started to squeeze
with all her strength.
Her victim was shaken strongly and
tried to protect her throat. A strangled moan was coming out of her mouth.
Julide, tightened the belt stronger. The blindsided Jale with her unconsciously
shaken hands, scattered everything on the table. The chronic hatred inside
Julide had erupted like a volcano at last. A deep violence was flowing from her
fingers towards Jale's throat. Then the floundering stopped. Jale had breathed
her last breath finally. His face was deep purple, and her eyes were wide open.
She kept on pressing the belt to be
sure that she was dead. When she finalized pressing it, Jale's head fell on to
the table like an overthrown tree. All of a sudden Jale felt herself as light
as a feather. Her soul was filled with an indescribable peace. Finally she had
succeeded.
She immediately went into the bathroom
and tidied her hair. She shouldn't meet the police with an untidy appearance.
She carefully put on her make-up and combed her hair. Then returned to the
kitchen and tidied up the table.
Calling the police she told them in
cold blood that she had committed a murder. And she carried on washing the
dishes while she was waiting for the police.
Cemal was moving on with his car
splitting the mourning of the city with the question marks in his mind. The
killer was working fastidiously. The research team at the incident point
couldn't find any clue once more. The victim had been murdered with the same
methods like before. On the back the inscription was carved saying 'Blood
voices in my handkerchief.' and a big letter E in the midst of the chest...
'Ok, understood that the killer only kills those who were discharged of pardon
benefits. This was the only common thing of the victims. He punished them in
his own way. It's ok until now. Possibly a pardon victim. But then what do
those inscriptions mean trying to express something but in a very complicated
way. And what do those letters mean that were carved on their chests?..Oh it's
not easy not to get insane. There is neither any clue nor an eye witness. Only
these goddamn inscriptions. He was tired of struggling with the questions that
bled his mind. The pressure of his superiors was increasing every minute. Not
being able to make any progress on this case was standing out like a black
stain. All the questions that forced his mind immediately disappeared when he
saw the police car in front of the house. What was the police emergency team
doing here?.. As he parked the car quickly and went downstairs, Jülide came out
of the door attended by two policemen. His astonishment was increased when he
saw Jülide with handcuffs. He approached them and asked in a panicky way :
''What's wrong Jülide?''
Jülide
looked at Cemal with a vacant look. She had a calm expression her
face like a paper-ship swimming in a bowl.
''Chief, this lady has murdered her
sister'' said the officer standing next to her. Cemal felt as if he had
received a big punch in his stomach. She stood there looking at Julide with
questioning eyes. Jülide on the other hand was looking around indifferently.
As the officers were taking Jülide
away, Cemal was nailed on the pavement. Barbed wire had embraced his heart.
With stammering steps he hardly headed the house.
''My God, what have I done, oh my
god.''
A dreadful regret was pressing his
heart like a crampon. He wanted to wake up from this nightmare...Rain had
stopped. Night was stuck on the city
like a wet dress. At this moment Cemal wanted to be a bug and dissapear in the
most hidden corner of the city. His heart had crashed to sorrow wherever he
turned. Sorrow had collapsed on him like
earthquake rubble.
All of a sudden the sound of the
morning prayer filled the room. Cemal directed his unconscious eyes towards the
window. The sky was being knitted with iron knots. The rhymed clouds were
shoulder to shoulder in the sky. An experienced wind was spoiling the face of
the city.
A turned Wuthering was approaching the capillary
vessel of the city. Cemal got up from his armchair in a terrible manner.
All night long he wandered in the
house with a heavy struggle with his
consciousness. When he came to the police station he was like a ship abandoned as junk. He slowly committed
suicide with every cigarette he lit. The
chief had called him and offered a couple of days vacation which Cemal
gracefully refused. He knew very well that the only consolation for him was his
job.
Ümit couldn't approach Cemal for a
long while. He didn't know what to say. Then first he presented his condolences
and then gave his report about the beheaded murder that was found yesterday. No
clue had been found again except the inscription saying ''blood voices on the
handkerchief'' and a big ‘E’ that was carved on body's back.
No matter how much Cemal forced
himself, he had difficulty in
concentrating on his job. The possible states of Jale'S body was forcing
the limits of his mind.
(To Be
Continued)
[SERKAN ENGIN]
Translated
by Metin Anli
Edited
by Aparajita Sen
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