My Uncle's Back
Horror Plantation
Sevgi came out when Iskender really needed someone to be in
his side. She is the woman who is. Not covering up shortcomings, though,
or showing off its advantages. But Iskender was not strong with a hard nature
her head. He always gives up for Sevgi. Letting that woman always
prevailed. Because of the mutual respect and respect they showed, that is what made their relationship able to survive until now.
Toks...... Toks..... Toks......
Iskender knocked on the door
Sevgi. A house in a neighborhood surrounded by shopping centers.
“Please, canim, Hosgeldiniz.”
Sevgi greets her with a story as she opens her door.
“Hos bulduk.”
Sevgi's view then turned to Issabel. The little girl smiled wryly.
“Please, Issbael. Gunaydin.”
“Gunaydin, Teyze.”
“Oo, you call me Teyze. Sweetness.”
“Haydi, we go.”
He was already quite happy to see Sevgi and Issabel greeting each other for the first time
a time.
Sevgi sat in front, next to Iskender. Issabel in the back. Automobile
prestigious it was traveling at medium speed. Occasionally Issabel gives
his face was among them. Sevgi and Issabel are still a little stiff. Their closeness is not really flowing. Iskender thinks it's the thing that can. A child does not always fit with everyone he meets. Moreover, the attitude of Sevgi at the beginning of their meeting at the castle yesterday was less pleasant. But this time it was good.
“Where are we going, Amca?”
“See later yes, Issabel. You have to be patient.”
“Evet, evet, evet.”
An hour and a half later, they arrived at an elma (apple) plantation.
Amasya is indeed famous for the best elma growth province in Turkey.
They were greeted by an old, longhaired, long and whitish father. He is the manager of this farm.
“Hosgeldiniz, sayin (lord/father) Iskender.”
“Hos bulduk, efendim.”
“Include this Sevgi and Issabel.”
“Grabble, efendim.”
“Please, sen cok guzelsin, Issabel.”
“Ederim recipe.”
“Haydi, sayin.”
The old man invited Iskender, Sevgi and Issabel to follow him to the plantation. They
“Ben hala kafam karisik (i'm still bigung).”
Sevgi starts a conversation when he and Iskender have time together.
“Why did Ziyadh and Beelah leave Issabel to you? Not on Adem or anything else.”
“They trust me.”
“How can? Iki hafta's? And you haven't known Issabbel before, his family, he's whose son.”
Iskender.
Issabelt seemed engrossed, busy alone with elma elma around him.
“He's my business. Nothing to worry about.”
“Your business, my business too.”
“Not all, Sevgi.”
“Neden?”
“Issable other.”
Sevgi breathed heavily. He gave up this time. But it's not that he lost. Iskender only wanted him not to dispute Issabel's presence. Sevgi has a taste. The little girl had mastered Iskender's time. The fewer Sevgi rations to be able to get space in Iskender seconds that are so dense.
“He's like your own son. Though he's a son anyone doesn't know.”
“Sevgi.”
“Ne? Which words do you think are wrong?”
Issabel was already in front of them. The boy looked at them. The boy looked at them with a smile. Iskender breathed out slowly. Sevgi looked the other way.
“Amca, ben actim (i'm hungry).”
Issbael has always been the main one. Sevgi realized that. And he has to give up or she
it will be completely removed.
Iskender took Issabel to the car. He gave the little girl two cheesecakes and
tea in a bottle.
“Why did Amca and Teyze Sevgi quarrel?”
“Ha-hayir.”
“We're just talking about something.”
“What to talk about?”
"About work, Issabel.”
“Oo.”
“Spend your food. Then we return to the plantation again.”
“Tamam, Amca.”
Iskender breathed out. Relieved. Issabel really has a big curiosity. He almost always had no answer to every question the boy asked. If there is Adem, maybe his best friend will help him a lot.
