My Uncle's Back
Gercegi Sayende Gordum
“Pretend to be happy today for Issabel. Don't ruin the mood of his birthday.” Adem pleaded.
He concentrated on driving. Iskender was still in mourning. His whole mind was dominated by the memory of Ameerah.
While behind, Sevgi daydreams towards the streets. The woman is trying to accept her fate.
A few hours later they arrived in Istanbul. In the elite areas of Ziyadh and Beelah. It looked lonely outside, like there was no celebration whatsoever. But when they entered, the cheerful atmosphere was so noticeable.
They come pass when Issabel will say a wish, blow the candle and cut the cake.
“Issabel, Haydi made a wish before you kissed the candle.”
“Evette, Teyze. Issabel wanted the baba Ferhat and Anne Ameerah to be happy in heaven. Aamiin.”
Issabel then blew her 6-figured illumin on top of her Cheery-shaped birthday cake.
Friends of Issabel's age who were present gave a thunderous applause. They are children around this house. Their parents were neighbors of Ziyadh and Beelah.
Granting the appeal of Issabel, Iskender and Sevgi were held. Instantly they shed tears. Issabel who came arrived to the life of Iskender, Issabel whose appearance was so disturbing Sevgi life. He is the self-respect of Ferhat and Ameerah, Ziyadh and Beelah and Adem very neatly compose everything.
“Amca Iskender.” Call Issabel when she sees Iskender by the door.
The boy was so happy. She ran around to Iskender, then hugged Amca Iskender's leg. Before long Issabel glanced at Sevgi's whereabouts. He moved to Teyze's side. Sevgi hugged her tightly. It was so tight that Issabel could not turn her head to turn to Iskender.
“Happy Birthday, Issabel.”
Everything in the building is teharu. Most of us don't know what really happened. Ziyadh embraces Beelah. They gave Adem a thumbs up.
Sevgi released his embrace while wiping away the tears. He stood up again. Issabel took Iskender's hand and his.
“Now Amca Iskender and Teyze Sevgi have improved.”
Sontak who realized Issabel's statement immediately smiled. Sevgi was embarrassed. Iskender rubs the child's hair, he.,
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“Can I say we broke up once again?”
“This time I like Iskender.”
Iskender laughed a little. They spoke on the porch of Ziyadh and Beelah's house. With a romantic atmosphere, in front of them were lined with beautiful flowers, birds flying and silent. The others don't go anywhere. Like understand that they need time both.
“Everything is clear. You're still sure you want us to break up.”
There was actually pain from a new wound on Iskender's heart wall. About the fact that Ameerah is dead. About Ferhat who didn't catch up with him either. And Issabel who turns out to be the fruit of their love. Issabel is now the second love of Iskender's life. She's like a little fairy. The wings are inherited by Ferhat and Ameerah.
“I want us to break up and I want to hear if you want us to reverse.”
Sevgi's attitude and nature returned to normal. In the past he was aggressive, annoying, funny, not dizzy and easily relented. Since the appearance of Issabel first indeed Sevgi began to change. So sensitive, difficult to compromise, too excessive and likes to lose control. Iskender is grateful. There was a space he had prepared for Sevgi in his heart. Although narrow, at least the woman has a place.
This is just the beginning.
“Gercegi sayende gordum (i see reality because of you), Issabel.”
Sevgi said in his heart.
