My Uncle's Back
Missing Amca Iskender
“Send my regards to Teyze Sevgi.
I never got mad at him. I lied that I didn't like it. I'm glad he's on Amca's side. I want Amca and Teyze Sevgi together again.”
Everything dissolves in the day that Issabel created. Big little girl. The little girl was wise. Adult-minded little girl. A little girl who makes anyone proud. A little girl named Issabel. Keil girl who has no parents, but never clumsiness of affection.
The little girl who had made Iskender aware of many things. A quiet little girl tries to collect moments lost from within her memories.
“Jawab ! Amca say something !”
“Am-amca can't promise you.”
“Naden?”
“Because we're done.”
“Can you start again?”
“Issable.”
Iskender bigung's. His eyes sparkled, He wanted to rebuke, but his eyes did not want to come out.
“We have to go home now, Issabel. Let Amca Iskender rest today.”
Ziyadh said as he carried the child.
“Tessekur ederim, Iskender, we owe you.”
“Do not do so, Beelah. I'm glad Issabel stayed with me.”
“Evet, once again Tesekkur ederim. Hoscakal.”
“Hoscakal, Iskender.”
“Hoscakal, Amca.”
“Hoscakal.”
Ziyadh and Beelah briefly glanced at the picture frame on the table near the sofa before they left the castle. That picture has changed. A photo of Issabel and Babanya. Adem does well .he is fit to be an agent or an eye. He performed his duties perfectly.
A beautiful woman, tall, with beautiful eyes, a beautiful smile, Seen from afar, He approached closer, closer very close. Until Iskender could hear the sound of his quiet breathing. Then he disappeared.
Everything went black. Iskender awoke from his nap.
He was cold-faced. It's like heat, but the air is pretty cool. Then he got up, his feet just stepping towards the picture frame on the table.
Take that and sit on the couch.
She's surprised.
Bigung is not playing.
“Who is this man!”
“Akhhhh.....!” his head hurt a lot. Dropping picture frame.
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The song Sana Ne (is it you) from the seat is played alternately on the playlist of the song on Ziyadh's phone.
Kutsi has the full name Ahmet Kutsi Karadongan which is more than 40 years old. Born in Malatya, but he was raised in Ankara, where he began to gain fame.
However, the story of his fame began with him playing Accordion at the Bora bar in Didim.
Accordion (Acordeon ) is a musical instrument. This accordion is relatively small and played by hanging on the body. The accordion was discovered by C.F.L. Buschman from Berlin, Germany.
The musician presses the Akor button with the finger of the left hand, while the finger of the right hand plays the melody of the song, but the trained player can change hands.
When played, the accordion is pushed and pulled to move the air in it. The air movement inside. The movement of air is channeled to the tongue of the accordion tongue so that it makes a sound.
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Ziyadh was reading the newspaper on a lighted television with zero (zero) volume in the living room, as she played a song from her phone.
Beelah just finished making milk for Issabel. The little girl was daydreaming among her toy.
“What do you think Issabel?”
ask Beelah while giving her a glass of warm chocolate milk.
“when we meet Amca Iskender again, Teyze.”
“She will meet dear.”
“Oo, when.”
“Besok.”
“Really, Amca?”
“Evet.”
“Tomorrow is your 6th birthday we will celebrate.”
“Asian !!”
Issabel was enthusiastic.
