Mehmet was in kitchen, preparing tea for himself and Kamal. The deep freezer was not too far from where the oven was. He lifted the door up. The dead body of Deniz was lying inside with her face up. “Don’t worry my dear wife, your lover too would join you in a couple of minutes,”
“I would like to take you to my wife,” Mehmet`s voice brought Iqbal back from his deep thoughts. “Wife ?” Kamal was astonished. He had never thought that his Applegreen would tell a lie so important to him, so bluntly. But he further thought that in the world of internet anything can happen. But he never wanted to accept that.