Several days had passed since then I tried to tolerate Nermin who pushed my buttons every time she had the chance. I explained to the kids the situations even though Deniz seemed to be distanced he at least got it. Emir gladly welcomed me and so did Leyila. Layan and Roya were like always. My grandmother and I were now on a now speaking, but she refused for me to visit her in the house. As for my father, he would send me messages everyday updating me about his day even though I never respond, he never quits, and for the first time in a long time, I felt relaxed. As the days progressed my exam began to be closer than ever and before I knew it. I was ready to take the exam as it was scheduled for the next day.

The professor had spent all last night trying to teach me some tricks to memorize the absurd amount of information, and I think I finally got it.

"Hey," He smiled as he caught sight of me as I went inside the kitchen maybe at midnight.

"Hi," I smiled tentatively and looked around the kitchen. It wasn't totally destroyed, thankfully. "What are you doing down here?"

"Well, I thought since you always had food cravings at midnight that I would make you food this time," There was a hint of disappointment in his voice.

"But?" I leaned against him as he pulled me into a hug.

"Well, I don't think I did it right, and now I am pretty sure it is inedible."

I couldn't help but laugh, and it felt good that he wasn't perfect. It felt good that he wasn't good at cooking. I needed to be good at something he isn't. He smiled and held me tightly against him. It felt so comfortable, safe, and just what I needed.

"And what exactly did you do?" He let go of me and I looked behind him on the stove.

"I was going for spaghetti. But, I don't think I did it right." He shifted his weight on his other foot and rubbed the back of his neck as I examined the stove.

There was one pot on the stove, and from what I could tell, it held water, uncooked pasta, still frozen ground beef, and tomato sauce.

"Professor exactly what did you do?" I laughed and poked the contents of the pot with a spoon.

"Well I boiled the water, and then added some pasta and meat."

"You put frozen meat in a pot of boiling water?"

"Um. Yes." He smiled his crooked smile and I couldn't help but smile back.

"Professor can you promise me something?" I carried the pot to the sink and turned off the stove.

"I can try."

"Promise me you will never ever try to cook anything that doesn't involve the toaster or microwave."

He laughed and pulled me away from the sink by wrapping his arms around my waist.

"I promise." He nuzzled the side of my neck before kissing my shoulder as I let him. "I have an idea."

"Ok." I closed my eyes and leaned back against him.

"How about I order out and you go relax."

I turned around in his arms and smiled, "Marvelous idea."

"Good." He gently ran his hands up and down my back before kissing me.

I kissed him back as goose bumps formed on my arms. It wasn't a sensual kiss, and definitely wasn't one of the top ten kisses, but it was sweet and very him. He then kissed my forehead before letting me go.

The next day, I went into the exam ready to score a decent mark. I looked at the professor as we got in the car. His phone then suddenly vibrated indicating a call being made.

"Rose, I will see you there" He smiled.

I wanted to forget he was married to Rose, who I worked as a maid for, and she never knew my name or acknowledged my existence as I sow how he pronounced her name and how he smiled as he talked to her, I was jealous and I knew that but I couldn't contain it.I tried to distract myself with the textbook I had in my hand.

Before I knew it, I was sitting in the lecture room as Rose disrupted the exam papers. There were three Teachers assistants, Rose included, and one professor. Professor Yilmaz.

The three hours of the exam time seemed to pass faster than the wind as I tried as much as I could to write every and any information that crossed my mind. I sometimes would get distracted and glance toward the professor who seemed to sit in his chair not caring about the situation around him.

Before the accident, he wouldn't glance at me, but now I could feel his glance whenever I looked in his direction. I finished my exam and got up from my seat as I went toward him to give him my paper as the rest of the world seemed to melt away as I inhaled his scent, the most fantastic smell teasing my senses.

"Thanks, Ms.Muhammad," He says formally not even adding mister and I just nodded toward him and left the lecture room.He seemed to act strangely and more discreet in college since he parked his car far away from the college entrance and left five minutes after me. He also addressed me formally and didn't draw any attention toward us.

He seemed to be a different person at the university. I disregarded these thoughts and stood beside his car, waiting for him, so I could go home and relax, but to my surprise, he never did.I tried calling his cellphone multiple times but with no luck. I then proceeded to go inside the university and I looked like a worried puppy as I strolled the hallways of the college looking for him, afraid something happened to him. I then thought about the possibility that he would run late and he didn't tell me, so I went toward his office and knocked on the door.

"Professor. Yilmaz," the door seemed locked as I tried to push it open and then it was slightly swung open by Rose who went back to sit in proximity of the professor.

"Thank you, Rose," The professor nodded for her to leave.

Rose didn't and she looked toward the door as I stood in shock that the professor left me beside the car to talk to his ex-wife. The door was locked. Not answering my phone calls. Rosie thinking it was okay for her to sit this close to him. This was skeptical.

"Grades won't be up until next Friday," She answered in a hurry as if I was disrupting their conversation. Blame it on my hormones who were out of this world and without thinking and acting emotionally at that moment or the fact that all evidence indicated that there was something going on.

I questioned, "Why are you here with her ?"

"Excuse me ?" She interrupted almost feeling violated.

"Ms Muhammad, leave this room" He ordered, "NOW,"

I could finally see the dragon everyone was talking about as he said those words and without thinking I stormed toward him, "You are a Lair, Professor!" I said as I slapped him across the face. He grabbed my hand and pulled me to him.

"No student of mine may disrespect me like that and get away with it," He said with a force that would have made any person in the world tremble.

But not me.

I gazed into his green eyes. "But I am not anyone, Am I?"

I said as I looked toward Rose, who seemed to be confused by this whole interaction. "Never talk to me again, understood," I demanded as I stormed off.

I left his office and took the elevator down to the first floor. My phone rang once I started walking, and I sow that it was the professor. I hanged it up as I started walking toward my grandmother's house which was near the university. "Wahaj, wait!" He yelled from behind me.

I didn't stop, but his long legs in comparison to my short once seemed to run faster. "What is wrong with you ?" He said in disappointment as he stopped me in the middle of my way holding me by my hand.

"It isn't Ms Muhammad now, it is Wahaj," I questioned him, "Umm lets see," I said sarcastically, "YOU acts like I am not even your wife in front of your ex and I find you both in the same couch with each other and in a locked room, what do you want me to think, I am not stupid you know"

"Kerem did a number on you, didn't he!" He questioned in frustration. "Now whatever I do or say, you think of ways I would cheat on you just like he did,"

I stood silently looking at his intense green eyes. "Well, Newsflash Wahaj, you drove him to that with your insane jealously," He confronted.

"Eman, Rose, and that was only in a week," He explained, "Poor Kerem I actually feel bad for the guy he had to endure you longer," He shouted.

"This is a new low," I smiled as I fought the tears in my eyes, "This is low, even for you professor," I said as I removed my hand from his grip and walked away.

He didn't follow as I looked at him and he walked back into the institution.