It was a very small room, in one corner of which was a simple bed, which occupied half the room. In the other corner was a small electric stove. There were a few, maybe a few cups, and other utensils lying close to the stove.

  
Also, there were a few empty jam bottles and empty coffee cans. Perhaps they were filled with salt, pepper, and spices.

Emma thought, "When the stove is not on or cooking something, doesn't it feel very sad?"

If there was any decent thing in the room, it was the silk quilt with its color fading. But, like the extinguished stove, the warmth and the old charm were still left in that quilt.

The second thing was a music player, the one that Victor had given Emma as his first gift.

Emma was brought up in a simple house, so she easily got confused by the dazzle of Victor's wealth and the rotten formulas of fake love. When she regained consciousness, she was alone in a room with a stove, a few utensils, and empty shelves. Victor had brought her here by trapping her in a lie, but it was too late now.

A woman named Emma is now a mistress, a woman who is nothing but a useless thing. As a mistress, she can only be appeased by giving her food, clothes, and jewelry, but the food was the first of them all, and she hadn't eaten for the last fourteen hours. If a useless woman falls in love with a man like Victor, even God cannot save her.

Either the room shrank after the Danish came in or the air inside was not enough for three people. There was something that was causing suffocation. There was something that was making breathing heavy, heavy, and rough.

“How are you?” Victor sat down in the middle of the bed, supporting himself behind with his arms. Danish also made himself comfortable on the other side of the bed. Emma was in the middle.

Emma got up and sat down near the stove.

“You can see it, there is nothing left, ”she replied in a strange, sad tone.

“Are you happy?”

“Yes, I am, if that is the right word.”

“And you?”

“Me?” He looked at Victor.

“Are you okay?” He asked Emma again.

“I am fine.” She spoke as if from a distant place and in a tearful voice.

Silence spread in the room for some time. The kind of silence that hangs in the air after the sound of a screaming siren in the dark night.

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Victor laughed as if he wanted to make the atmosphere light.

“Okay.” There was a very deep darkness that was pouring from Emma’s voice, "Are you ready?"

Danish looked at Victor. It was rare that he would fumble around to find an answer.

Emma was looking at him with an unknown challenge in her eyes.

“Won’t you do us any favors? You have guests.”

Victor avoided the challenge and changed his strategy.

“There is no milk.”

“Drink less milk, save it for tea.”

“No, I didn’t bring it this morning.”

“Why?”

She didn't answer, but she knew why. She had no money.

Danish looked around the room. There were no windows or skylights. There was a door in the back wall that seemed to be permanently closed, except when he went through it with Emma.

When Emma ran away with Victor, she probably didn't know that Victor's words could not give her anything, not even food.

"Let's drink whisky," Danish said.

Victor smiled, "There is no whisky here, but only empty bottles."

Emma took a deep breath.

"Okay!" Danish laughed. There was silence for a while, then he asked, "What have you been doing all day?"

"I walk the streets."

"Don't walk the streets too much. Do you know the lonely women walking on the streets? What do they call them?"

"What?"

"Streetwalkers." Victor laughed.

Danish looked at Emma's face. Her face was as flat as a deserted road. As if she did not understand what he said.

"Okay." She was probably thinking of something else, food.

Danish looked at Victor.

Ideally, Danish should have fought with Victor at that moment in support of Emma, but then he thought useless women were not worth fighting for. For a useless woman, fighting with her partner is like jumping into a ditch. And then the desire hiding inside Danish decided, "I will focus on doing what I have come here for."

Then everyone sat quietly for a long time.

"Shall we go now?" Danish asked Emma.

"Hmm..." Emma stood up. She knew what she was supposed to do.

Emma opened the door to the lawn. The breeze blowing on that dark, desolate lawn felt very nice to her.

About an hour later, quietly, with small steps, all three of them reached the gate. The road outside was brightly shining in street lights.

A light breeze and light.

“Okay,” Danish started to take leave.

Emma said in a low voice, “Come back soon.”

The road was quiet. There was probably very little movement on this side. There were big trees on both sides of the road. Covered in a blanket of deep darkness.

“What is this?” Victor stood still. Probably shocked and scared too.

“What is it?” Emma asked.

“Someone is sobbing.”

“Where?” Emma asked again.

“Nowhere.” Victor started walking.

The wind was blowing softly as Emma and Victor walked gently under a tree. But inside Emma, there was a thunderstorm that could shake the world.

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