My Uncle's Back
Ameerah Wedding
Adem wanted to know what Ferhat looked like. Ziyadh and Beelah were also very curious. Either Iskender. Adem did not dare to tell.
Men are frustrated because love has gone away. Anyone around him should be prepared to accept the possibility.
“Please, Adem.”
“Grabble, Ziyadh, Beelah ! Hosgeldiniz.”
“Hos bulduk.”
“Did he say something?” asked Ziyadh who looked at Iskender mirris.
“Not yet, he just went back and forth to change his position.”
“We'd better call an ambulance.”
“Stuck, I'm not sick.” Shouted Iskender arrive.”
It was funny to hear it. A person who is very restless, disappointed, heartbroken, but in fact he has a big soul. Beelah knew Iskender well. Adem and Ziyadh also know how his best friend is.
Not angry, not vengeful. He just needs time to be melancholic.
“Build, Berk !!! “
“We must see how handsome a man named Ferhat is. Sekaya what is she? How smart he was until he could melt the heart of his father Ameerah. We'll find out.”
Ziyadh immediately slapped a blow to his shoulder. But they realized Iskender got up, walked limply to the bathroom.
“Already aware, efendim?”
Again, he took a hard hit this time from Ziyadh. Beelah laughed at the behavior of the three friends. If only Ameerah had joined them.
Before long they arrived at the special modest house of Ameerah today transformed into a little elegant, full of flowers, colored, like there was a big party from a palace.
Ziyadh and Beelah look like a couple. Adem and Iscender were like princely princes of the next kingdom. Anyone who saw it would probably think that they were brother sisters.
As he stepped through the red carpet, Iskender felt something was about to hit him. He can capture from afar the figure that snatched his woman. Ferhat. The man who succeeded him in the heart of Ameerah. The one who should be standing there is himself. Not someone else that even Ameerah doesn't know very well. They were not engaged, but immediately engaged, and now married.
Ameerah had a lover, and someone just stole it.
Scrambled.
Iskender wanted to get out of the procession.
“Ameerah saw you, Berk.” Adem whispering.
“Haydi, Berk! Congratulate him.”
Adem seemed to ask to be eliminated. Ziyadh grew furious, lucky Beelah held him back.
“You want to die?”
“Hayir.”
“Do not make Iskender feel more uncomfortable.”
“Tamam.”
“Give him efes or raki.”
“Plant, I'll get you.”
While Adem took a drink, Ziyadh approached Iskender. Beelah looked engrossed in paying attention to Ameerah's wedding decorations. A mystery-filled wedding edition of Izmir University's student student.
“You okay, Iskender?”
“Eum.”
“Is there anything I should do for you?”
“Eum.”
Then Iskender stepped lightly on his feet towards Ferhat and Ameerah. Very manly, masculine and full of energy. It was as if he had no feelings for the bride. Ziyadh and Beelah gawked before they followed. Adem who glanced at Iskender's behavior also decided to follow.
“Iskender.”
Ameerah said in his heart.
He did not imagine the slightest bit that Iskender would come. Now he saw it for himself, the most relaxed man he had ever known was gentlely attending his wedding. A marriage that should be theirs.
Ameerah turned her eyes. Ferhat greeted him.
“Merhabat.”
“Grabble!!” reply Ziyadh quickly.
“Happy new life.”
“They're my college friends.” Sambar Ameerah when Ferhat bigung for not knowing Ziyadh, Beelah, Adem and Iskender of course.
