Things like good fortune and happy ever after didn't happen to people like me. Things like accidental luck didn't happen to people like me. Yet here I stood inside Professor Yilmaz's room as his wife.

Professor Yilmaz is my inspiration, my idol. The man I look up to since my freshman years. I remember reading his publications religiously, soaking up every detail of the causes and seeing how he'd solve each and every problem. I'd watch and listen to his three-hour lecture with unusual concentration. So here I am about to live in the same house as his.

I looked around the room I stood in...Mashallah... The entire room if you could even describe it as that didn't have a single spot of dirt.

It felt untouched. It looked untouched.

Other than the stack of books beside the bedroom. The coffee machine beside the large window at the end of the room. It seemed to lack personal items.

"You can make yourself at home." He said ironically as he entered the room behind me.

Yeah, right. I'll get on that.

I could feel the unwelcoming scent if that was even a thing. Professor seemed to take time conniving his mother since I could hear yelling from downstairs, but he didn't show it as he entered the room. Mellisa was escorted out before she could see me as of the rest of the kids they all didn't either except for Leyila. 

The place felt like a cold dungeon, which didn't surprise me much considering the person I was talking to and the room seemed to be soundproof.

"Where is my room?" I asked, ignoring his comment.

At this point, I just wanted to sleep. I didn't want to hear anything else."You will be staying in here." He told me as if I had no option.

AH, no.

"No," I told him with an attitude. Professor didn't seem to like it.

"You forget yourself, Mrs.Yilmaz." He informed me as he sat on the sofa in front of the large bed after getting a book from the stack of books beside him.

I smiled and tried to cover it immediately as I didn't have a choice but to scoff at his words. I then proceeded to get my PJs out of my bag. Professor didn't want me to hold that bag, so he carried it to his room.

"Where is the bathroom ?" I asked stiffly.

He didn't look up from his book as he answered, "I already saw you naked, Wahaj" He remarked, "You can change here," He added, "I won't look,"

I ignored his comment, but my face seemed to be tinted in red as he said those words, "I need to perform wudu" I said.

He remained focused on the book as he gave me the directions, "Just walk straight from here to the cabinet door and go to the right near the facade and the couch,"

I followed his directions as I was still roaming in the room, not even leaving. It was a massive room for a single person with too many windows to cover.

After I finished covering three windows, changing to my PJs, removing my hijab, and praying Maghrib and Isha since I didn't have time to with grandma and Ayaaz. I went to where the professor was sitting. 

While most couples spend their honeymoon engaging in knowing each other, we are spending apart as I was sitting in front of the TV -watching 1980's teen romance movies and he was still reading the book.

It wasn't that difficult to get along with the professor. He was a lot different than Kerem. He seemed to be silent most of the time, but his eyes seemed to talk.

I took the remote control and silenced the tv as I spoke, "I don't think your parents like me that much" I tried to sound indifferent about it, but I couldn't hide my disappointment or my embarrassment.

"They don't know you." He defended still embraced in his book. "Give them some time. I didn't exactly give them that much of a warning and to find out that their youngest son just got married, well they are confused."

"I don't like to upset people," I admitted, which seemed ironic when you recall everything I did to his family. Still, in my defence, I wanted to help my family pay their debts and for my grandma's surgery, which would be achieved by Karem's help.

For the first time since we entered the room, he looked up at me, "Wahaj, get some rest" He stated as he sat the book on the sofa and walked toward the cabinet.

I reached the book on the sofa without moving and read the title, "Obstetric myths versus research realities." The cover page didn't indicate what type of book this was about, but I knew it had something to do with Medical literature.

I opened the first page to find multiple words that indicate what this was about, "Why do you have this ?" I spoke loudly so he could hear me.

I could hear the steps of his feet as he soon came into view, wearing only boxers. I immediately everted my eyes, "WEAR SOMETHING" I instructed shyly.

"I like to sleep with briefs only," He smiled as I put the book back up again for him and still averting my eyes.

"Why ?" I said, holding the book up.

"I did research beforehand after I sow the symptoms you were experiencing, I wanted to be equipped." He said.

Wow! He knew it before I did. 

"So what page are you on ?" I asked curiously scheming the 440 pages looking for photos.

"I finished it," He said it seemingly as he went back to grab a blanket.

My mouth fell as he said that, the 500 pages he assigned us to read for the exam in five more days seemed like a child play for him, and that is why he seemed disappointed with my grade when he emailed them to me.

"What are you doing ?" I said as I look at him with most of his muscular built revealed. "I am sleeping on the couch."

He said, and I smiled. Alhamdulillah, he understood this without the need for me to tell him. He was a genius, after all.

"I won't let you sleep on the couch, and I know you will so I will sleep here, and you can get the bed," He stated as I felt guilty for a second but then again, I am carrying his child. He put the blanket and the sheets on the sofa that was located below the tv.

"Good night," He said as he clapped two times for the light to switch off. 

"Good night," I replied coldly as I laid on king bed which was intimidating. It stood almost a foot off the ground. Four thick wooden posts surrounded the medieval bed. The posts were carved in a design I couldn't make out. I could've sworn the bedframe was some type of heirloom from Europe.

The room was dark now, but it had a sense of warmth. It was strange because none of the houses I lives in felt that way.