Hello again, thank you all for your enthusiastic and incredibly creative replies to complete the story “The Hidden Letter”.
Here is the full story. Happy reading. I will be sharing the first half of our next story later today.
“What am I going to do with this now?” asked he and stood up. He walked up and down in his living room. He looked at all the furniture, they looked different; they smelled crime.
“So he came here every other night, did all that, took her money and left?” he asked again with a painful disbelief.
“But why couldn’t she tell anyone? whispered he and began reading the letter more carefully this time.
But who was he, if he is not the one who owns this house now then… he thought and remembered his landlord’s fake attitudes. “Could it be him?” he asked himself and saw the time. It was after midnight. Was his curiosity going to let him sleep at all?
That is impossible, she lived in the heart of Armenian community, they could have known that, they would have checked on her often, they are strongly connected like Jewish people, I mean how, how how…his curiosity began beating him up as he walked to the bathroom.
He looked into the mirror, opened the cabinet; her bandages, sterile gauzes, some medicines were still there. It made him laugh when he first saw that tiny little packet of razor from Germany but now it looked like a box filled with potential to be great evidence. He looked at the ceiling before taking a shower. He noticed the crack in the corner of the cubicle.
“Yes, of course she tried… of course she tried to protect herself…but if she was that old and had no child or husband then it must be someone who was…Yes! That woman; she said that Eda had died of colon cancer…why did she say that?” asked he as water softened his skin. He walked out of the cubicle, dried his body with a big white towel and decided to visit his landlord’s mother.
“Yes, didn’t she happily invite me to her house…yes she did…but I think I should invite her here,” said he and covered himself with a warm blanket.
“Hello, how are you?” said he when he called her next day.
“Hi,is everything okay?” asked the old lady who had buried her husband years ago.
“Yes everything is fine apart from one thing,” said he.
“What is that?” asked the old woman whose voice was filled with countless arguments, victories and defeats.
“There is this crack in the ceiling of the bathroom, and I think there is a leak. Could you come and have a look at it? Also I would love to drink a cup of coffee with you,” added he.
“No there is no any crack in the bathroom unless you opened one when you moved in. What are you talking about?” she raised her voice immaturely despite spending 70 years on earth.
“Why would I do that while I have a very busy life?” replied he.
“How would I know?” asked the old Armenian lady.
“Then how do you know that I opened it?” asked he.
“Hey look Mert, I am old lady, I have lost my brother recently. I have no energy left to argue with anyone. Get it fixed yourself, you are such a young and strong man!” she raised her voice again.
“Actually you are right Ms Anahit! I am so sorry to bother you! I would love to visit you this evening to give you my condolences if it is okay,” replied he kindly.
“Okay, I have time after 7pm,” replied Ms Anahit.
“Great! I will see you then!” said Mert.
“See you in the evening!” replied she and they hung up.
He sat down and read the letter once again. It was too soon for him to reach any conclusion. He did not know why he felt obliged to solve such a mystery either.
“You don’t have to do that, you don’t have to , you don’t have to…it is such a beautiful Saturday…go out and enjoy yourself…are you an idiot or what?” asked self-loving part of himself.
“Yes, but there is a woman who was kindly killed…no not by cancer…by a friend with a smiling face,” said he and sighed. He wished he did not open that plastic Easter egg.
I am sure they tried everything to clear all the evidence but checking out inside the plastic purple Easter egg, this is going to shock everyone, including police and detectives, he thought. What was this incredible joy in all his being for? He did not know but he was drawn, this invisible force behind his words and thoughts… He was already excited for the evening. He knew that he was irresistibly charming.
“Thank you Ms Anahit,” said he when he had the last sip of his coffee.
“You are welcome,” replied she and smiled.
“So how are you enjoying the house?” asked she.
“It is great, but I think memories of Eda…” he stopped intentionally.
“Yes, she had a very tragic life,” said she and began shaking her voice. Was she sincere, he asked his ears.
“Yes, what happened to her exactly? I keep wondering that every time I walk into that little room,” said he.
“She had to immigrate to Germany when she lost her father in 1915 but she never really forgot about Istanbul…so she managed to live there only for 20 years. She then had to return with so many diseases…I mean the hard labouring, loneliness…it is must have killed her day by day… She did not know she had only ten years to live when she eventually returned.”
“I accidently saw her medical reports…but how did she die?”
“She died peacefully…at home…in her bed,” replied she.
“Are you sure?” asked he. She looked at him for a few seconds, there was no sorrow in her eyes but anger.
“I mean…she had no child…no husband…no parent…absolutely no one…how could she not surrender to deathso peacefully…” said she.
“That’s why she left all her properties to you,” said he daringly.
“Yes,” said she and smiled sarcastically. “That gave digestion problem to many and apparently it still continues to do so, but no one really knows the truth” said she and stood up.
“I really need to sleep, I had a long day for my age,” said she.
“I understand but I have something to share with you Ms Anahit,” said he and followed he to the main door.
“What is it?” asked she as she opened the door. He put his hand into his pocket and looked at her when he walked out of her house and stood by the door.
“This is the copy of the letter I found in a big plastic purple Easter egg…you might want to read and edit it…but I know the truth Ms Anahit, I know how she died,” said he.
“Great! Why did you come to me, go to the police! What are you waiting for? Go and discover the truth! ” exclaimed she and closed the door.
He walked down the stairs in silence and remembered the big purple Easter egg.
“A life in an egg!” he murmured.
A young policeman passed by him when he walked out of Ms Anahit’s apartment.
He decided to move out of Eda’s house. He put the letter back into the big plastic purple Easter egg.