''Martha''
This young, beautiful lady standing in front of me said her name even before I asked. She looked a bit disappointed for a reason. I would wonder why if I wasn't curious about the reason she is here more than the reason behind her dismay.
''What are you doing in my room?''
She did not bothered enough to give me a response. Stepped closer to the desk in my reach and put a tray that contains fragrant food on it. I guess that was answering my question well enough.
''Oh! You must have a mistake, I did not order such a thing.''
''It is free.''
''Free? Nothing is free nowadays.''
''But this is.''
Now I was on the verge of getting fooled. Poisoned maybe. Those Germans must have returned to get me! I should keep my acknowledgment undercover if I want to live out of this situation.
''I'm already full, so I will not be eating right now, but thanks.''
''I know that you haven't eaten anything since the morning.''
She was looking down at the floor while speaking. It was probable that she doing it to cover up her facial expressions so that I will not get alarmed. Also, how did she enter my room anyways? On the other hand, there is the fact that she knows I didn't consume any food for a while. She must have been hiding in the room. Maybe even before I woke up, she was inside.
''Umh, still, I am not hungry. Can you please leave it there and leave yourself out of my room?''
''Not until you start to eat.''
Okay, it seems like my only salvation from this situation is to fight her. I leaned towards the plate; as soon as my fingers landed on it I jumped on my feet in a desire to... The aim does not matter at all as I fell before I could stand up. This fiend has to be poisoned me before I realize. I can not either move or feel my downer body.
''What have you done to-?''
''Father!''
Father? Is she trying to deceive me into thinking I have a daughter?
''Do you think that I would fall into that trickery?! You can not fool me th-''
She literally sprinted next to me before I finish my words. I was expecting all kinds of things to happen from then on. But, she started to cry while leaning to hug me.
''Dad. Why you had to be like this?! Why?' Why? Why?''
She started to punch the floor with her right hand simultaneously. I can see the blood streaming down the outer side of her hand from this point.
''I am not your dad.''
''Shut up!''
Her bleeding hand went up slowly, just to hit me in my chest while she was still crying desperately. The only thing I feel was agony. This can not be an act. No actor or actress can imitate grief at that level, this realistically. This lady can not be a spy or something similar to that.
''I know the pain, my dear. I witnessed tens of widows mourning for their husbands, for my comrades... I recall when I see it. But leave a daughter aside, I do not even remember that I have a wife. You may be confusing me with someone else.''
''That is why you are here, Dad. You have Alzheimer's.''
''I don't know who that is. Is he a German general?''
''No Dad, anyways... Just know that you had a wife and you have a daughter, that's all.''
''Okay, you are telling me that I had a wife tell me her name then?''
She stood up, her face was cold as the trenches were. Her eyebrows were crossed but with pity rather than anger. Her lips were trembling as she was trying to speak. Both of us stand in silence for a time that felt the same as when my crew and I were trying to evade getting signaled by a German aircraft. But at last, she opened her mouth only to say a few words.
''You named me after her as she has 'gone' giving birth to me.''
Then she returned her back to me and leave the room with the slowest steps possible.
Her face, posture, even the way she speaks... They all were shouting me a name. A name that is the most pronounced by me. A name that is special for me because of the two dearest ladies in my life. As my daughter was shutting the door I tried to shout my wife's name but, now it was my turn to have trembling lips. After all, the answer to my question was the first thing my daughter told me today.
Martha...
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