My Uncle's Back
Passca Wedding
“What you want to be my girlfriend.”
All the friends in the class cheered in favor of Iskender's actions, and urged Ameerah to accept.
“Are you serious?”
“Evet.”
“Do I have to answer it now?”
“Evet.”
“Tamam.”
“N-ne?”
“I want.”
Hearing Ameerah's slow answer, the entire class immediately broke loose. Adem may be the most valuable person in this regard. He who advised Iskender to shoot Ameerah was the first time they took a picture together.
...The second ancient photo....
One day Ameerah was eating lollipops. The color of the lollipop reflects his mood. Iskender still remembers what Ameerah said after the photo was taken.
“It feels like what we feel now.”
“Oo.”
“Try.”
Then Ameerah put the lollipop into Iskender's mouth in three seconds. Until he can understand what it's like.
“Sweet once.”
“Eum.”
...The third ancient photo....
Photo Ameerah who was with the mother of a dry apricot seller in a tourist spot when he and Iskender pleased for the last time.
Before that Ameerah had time to take it because Iskender forbade him to disturb the mother of Apricot sellers who were working. He just wanted a photo of himself. After Ameerah floated the action of his angry temple, Finally Iskender relented as well. He asked the mother to take a picture with her lover.
Ameerah was overjoyed, darling, they forgot to buy the Apricot for the mother's trade.
Bugh !!
Adem suddenly threw a book about public policy from William Dunn that hit Iskender's shoulder.
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Instantly also his daydream about the pride of beautiful pride with Ameerah broke.
Back to reality.
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A month after the wedding of Ferhat and Ameerah, their wedding photo album was available. Ferhat's looking lookin' at. Ameerah seemed busy tidying things up at her new home in Ferhat's hometown of Konya.
There's a photo that really stole Ferhat's attention. Photo with Ziyadh, Beelah, Adem, and Iskender. Iskender was standing right beside Ameerah. Their hands hold each other. Ferhat was not surprised by that. He just realized. Ameerah's mother had told him about Iskender. It was precisely Ferhat who felt bad for Ameerah.
“Why didn't you say?”
“N-ne?”
“About Iskender.”
Ameerah. Then this happened he had already thought about. One day Ferhat will know, and it turns out that her husband has known since their wedding day. He's not too surprised anymore.
“What do you already know?”
“What are you still hiding?”
They throw each other questions.
“Jawab my question first.”
“Many.”
“Are you going to tell them one by one?”
“ Won't run out, because it's too much.”
“Then our time will be longer.”
“You mean?”
“Until I get to know my own wife well.”
Ameerah is out of words. He had no words to defeat Ferhat.
“Now answer my question.”
“Sama.”
“Too many, Ameerah. Until I let everything just go.”
“Any.”
“Who is weird? Me or you?”
“We both.”
“Evet, you are married to someone you do not love. And no one wants to live in great guilt.”
Ferhat's honest statement seemed to slap Ameerah's thoughts about what kind of marriage he had.
