My Uncle's Back
Teyze Sevgi
Without giving a word of cover, Sevgi leaves. Iscenders
rubbed his face with both hands. He knew he was wrong with the girl.
He already replied ‘can’ that time when Sevgi asked them to walk
tonight of the week. If Sevgi could have been more polite to Issabel, or a little
kindly reacting to it, Iskender would definitely not upset him. And maybe
they can walk three now.
The man took his breath in. Then sit in his place again. Issabel did not dare to look at him.
“Who was it, Amca?”
‘Teyze Sevgi!”
“Oo.”
Essabel actually wanted to ask Teyze Sevgi was ready Amca Iskender, but he abandoned his intentions. He didn't want to make Amca's face wrinkle.
“Sorry yes has annoyed you.”
“Eum.”
Iskender glanced at the picture book of the little girl he kept pinning.
“Have drawn it?”
“Zaten (already).”
“What picture?”
“Orada (ada).”
“Bby Amca see?”
Issabel showed me the picture
shy shy. Teharu is the sure thing that Iskender feels when knowing what Issabel is drawing. He didn't want to ask more. The boy always had a way to make his chest tight.
“Propa, Anne and who is this?”
“Amca.”
“Amca Ziyadh?”
“Amca Iskender Berk.”
Deg. Issabel's answer is pierced
quickly right inside the empty recesses of his heart.
Iskender was very flattered. Just a week he and Issabel were together, but this little girl had already made him one of the figures he wanted to draw after his parents. It was not Ziyadh or Adem that clearly they were the best Amca ever for Issabel
Without giving a word of cover, Sevgi leaves. Iscenders
rubbed his face with both hands. He knew he was wrong with the girl.
He already replied ‘can’ that time when Sevgi asked them to walk
tonight of the week. If Sevgi could have been more polite to Issabel, or a little
kindly reacting to it, Iskender would definitely not upset him. And maybe
they can walk three now.
“Who was it, Amca?”
‘Teyze Sevgi!”
“Oo.”
Essabel actually wanted to ask Teyze Sevgi was ready Amca Iskender, but he abandoned his intentions. He didn't want to make Amca's face wrinkle.
“Sorry yes has annoyed you.”
“Eum.”
Iskender glanced at the picture book of the little girl he kept pinning.
“Have drawn it?”
“Zaten (already).”
“What picture?”
“Orada (ada).”
“Bby Amca see?”
Issabel shows her picture of shame. Teharu is the sure thing that Iskender feels when knowing what Issabel is drawing. He didn't want to ask more. The boy always had a way to make his chest tight.
“Propa, Anne and who is this?”
“Amca.”
“Amca Ziyadh?”
“Amca Iskender Berk.”
Deg. Issabel's reply spawned quickly right inside the empty recesses of her heart.
Iskender was very flattered. Just a week he and Issabel were together, but this little girl had already made him one of the figures he wanted to draw after
his parents. It is not Ziyadh or Adem that obviously they are Amca
best ever for Issabel.
Vow
(sunday), 08.00am.
Spring is a season that is a favorite of Iskender and Sevgi. They met at
the city of Selcuk in that season. A really embarrassing meeting actually.
At that time, Iskender and Sevgi were trapped in a room in the Library of Celsius. They separated from their friends. Iskender thought that Sevgi was not from Turkey, he asked the woman in English. Sevgi who could not speak English finally replied with a thick Turkish language.
Then they become familiar. Until Sevgi decides to get out of place
his work, and start a new job in Amasya in order to be closer to
Iscenders.
Sevgi came out at a time when Iskender really needed someone to be by his side. She is the woman who is. Not covering up flaws, or showing off advantages.
But Iskender was not strong with his stubbornness. He always gives up for Sevgi. Letting the woman always win because of mutual respect
and respect what they show.
