The door to the cramped apartment flew open, slamming against the wall with a loud bang. Seda, lounging on the couch, didn’t even bother to look up from her book. “What’s eating you, Yiğit?” she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Yiğit stormed into the room, his face red with anger. “It’s the landlord,” he grumbled, pacing back and forth. “He’s raising the rent again.”
Seda rolled her eyes. “Oh, poor baby. Can’t afford to pay your share this month?”
Yiğit glared at Seda, his eyes lingering on her long, wavy hair that cascaded down her back. “It’s not just that. It’s your hair, Seda. It’s everywhere. It’s taking over the apartment.”
Seda stood up, her hair swishing around her. “What are you talking about, Yiğit? It’s just hair. It’s not like it’s alive or something.”
Yiğit snorted. “Tell that to the cockroaches. They’ve made a home in your hair.”
Seda stuck her tongue out at Yiğit. “Jealous much? Afraid my hair is more attention-grabbing than your puny little…you know.”
Yiğit’s face reddened. “That’s not it. It’s just…it’s too much. You need to do something about it.”
Seda sauntered over to Yiğit, her hair brushing against his face. “Like what, Yiğit? Cut it?”
Yiğit gulped. “Yes. Cut it. It’s the only solution.”
Seda laughed. “No way, Yiğit. My hair is my pride and joy. I won’t cut it for anything.”
Yiğit’s frustration grew. He grabbed a pair of scissors from the kitchen and approached Seda. “Fine. I’ll cut it myself.”
Seda stepped back, her eyes narrowing. “Don’t you dare, Yiğit. I’ll make sure you regret it.”
Yiğit lunged at Seda, but she deftly dodged him. She grabbed a broom and held it like a weapon. “Back off, Yiğit. I mean it.”
Yiğit raised his hands in surrender. “Fine. I won’t cut it. But you need to do something about it, Seda. It’s not fair to me.”
Seda smirked. “Oh, poor Yiğit. Can’t handle a little hair?” She tossed her hair over her shoulder and sauntered off, leaving Yiğit fuming in the living room.
As the days passed, the tension between Seda and Yiğit continued to grow. Yiğit became more and more agitated by Seda’s long, flowing hair, while Seda reveled in the attention it brought her. She twirled it around her fingers, let it cascade down her back, and even used it to tickle Yiğit when he least expected it.
One day, Seda came home from work to find Yiğit waiting for her with a pair of hair clippers in his hand. “We need to talk, Seda,” he said, his voice stern.
Seda raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really? And what do we need to talk about, Yiğit?”
Yiğit took a deep breath. “Your hair. It’s out of control, Seda. It’s time for a change.”
Seda’s eyes narrowed. “A change? You mean you want me to cut my hair?”
Yiğit nodded. “Yes. It’s the only way we can move forward, Seda. I can’t take it anymore.”
Seda crossed her arms over her chest. “And if I refuse?”
Yiğit sighed. “Then I’m afraid we can’t continue living together, Seda. It’s not fair to me.”
Seda’s eyes flashed with anger. “You would leave me because of my hair?”
Yiğit hesitated. “It’s not just the hair, Seda. It’s everything. The way you never listen to me, the way you always do what you want without considering my feelings. It’s all too much, Seda. I can’t take it anymore.”
Seda’s anger faded, replaced by sadness. “Yiğit, I had no idea you felt this way. I thought we were happy together.”
Yiğit shook his head. “We were, Seda. But things have changed. We need to change with them.”
Seda looked at Yiğit for a long moment, her mind racing. Finally, she sighed. “Fine. I’ll cut my hair. But you have to promise me one thing, Yiğit.”
Yiğit raised an eyebrow. “What’s that, Seda?”
Seda smiled softly. “That you’ll still love me, even with short hair.”
Yiğit smiled back. “Of course, Seda. I’ll always love you, no matter what.”
Seda sat down on the couch, her heart racing. Yiğit plugged in the clippers and approached her, his hand shaking. “Ready, Seda?”
Seda nodded, her eyes fixed on Yiğit’s. “Ready.”
Yiğit hesitated for a moment, then switched on the clippers. He gently pushed them through Seda’s hair, watching as it fell to the floor in clumps. Seda closed her eyes, her breath hitching as she felt the cold metal against her scalp.
When Yiğit was finished, he switched off the clippers and stepped back, his eyes wide. Seda opened her eyes and looked at herself in the mirror, her heart racing. Her hair was gone, replaced by a short, sleek bob.
She reached up and touched her hair, her eyes filling with tears. “What do you think, Yiğit?”
Yiğit smiled softly. “I think you’re beautiful, Seda. More beautiful than ever.”
Seda smiled back, her heart swelling with love. “Thank you, Yiğit. I love you.”
Yiğit wrapped his arms around Seda, pulling her close. “I love you too, Seda. And I always will.”
As they stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, Seda knew that everything would be okay. She had her Yiğit, and he had her. And that was all that mattered.
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