My Uncle's Back
Merhaba Amca Adem
A cafe located about 0.1 km from Uner Hotel.
Iskender and Issabel
oglen yemegi. Like a couple on a date. However
this time, Iskender Berk was not with Sevgi Yagmur.
A servant came to bring Issabel's order
looks very excited.
“Vay, Iskender Doner , Iskender Doner.”
“Oo, you really like it huh?”
“Evet, Iscender Berk.”
Issabel covered her mouth with her right hand.
“Amca Iskender Berk.”
“Tamam, <TAG1>,
then we eat now.”
Issabel observed
their orders.
In addition to Iskender Berk, there are also Domates (tomato soup), Pide (broad, round bread and a background made of wheat flour), and, Piyaz (white beans or potato salad with onion and vinegar), haslama (boiled lamb with vegetables and lemon juice), Tavuk gogsu (a Turkish milk pudding style with chicken breast), and, Boza (traditional cold drink originating from Central Asia), Soda (Mineral water), and Cay (Turkish Tea).
He realized something less than this much food.
“Amca you said you wanted to
oglen yemegi with Moussaka. You didn't order it?”
“Hayir.”
Girl
small it's on, think
“What
we're gonna eat it all?”
“Hhayirr, <TAG1>,
you'll spend it.”
“Haa...., Amca want to torture me?”
“You should eat a lot. To make you big fast.”
“But I'm still a kid. I ate a little.”
“Tamam, if so the rest for Amca Ziyadh and Teyze Beelah.”
“Haa.” Issabel rubbed her face.
Iskender was happy to tease the boy.
At 7 (yedi) ashkam, seven o'clock
Cleopatra Julius Caesar and Mark
Anthony is clearly emblazoned from an article on the computer screen of the iskender workspace. Amca went to the toilet again. Issabbel sat sweetly in a chair that could rotate. He could not read or write. But he kept staring at the letter. It was as if he was trying to understand it.
There is an island in the Southwest of Turkey called Cleopatra. Mark Anthony gave it to Cleo. Their story is also very famous in the country which ranks 6th as a tourist destination.
“Be-berk?”
The bald-headed man was clinging to an open door with no one behind.
“Hosgeldiniz.”
Issabel's greeting resuscitated him.
“Adem.”
Suddenly Iskender called him after coming out of the toilet. He did not know who came was his friend from Cappadocia . They had made a promise before.
“My Master, Berk! I was confused as to why the door opened on its own. Turns out this little girl.”
My Master is commonly used as a substitute for the word Merhaba (hello)
“Name Issabel.”
“Oo,,Please,Issabel.”
Adem bent down to align with Issabel
“How Old are you?”
“Alti yil (six years).”
“Oo, funny.”
Then Iskender invites Adem to limp on the sofa. Issabel plays with the laptop. Ziyadh and
Beelah really took care of him. He was given knowledge, education, compassion
and time for fun. It doesn't look from his face that he is
the little girl who lost her ebeveyn (parent).
There was something good about Issabel and Iskender. But he doesn't know what it is. He just looked in the eyes of his friend. The solitude, loneliness that had been enveloping Iskander's heart now seemed to slowly disappear. Perhaps the presence of issabel is a reason.
“ziyadh and Beelah are lucky to have chosen Issabel for their adoption.”
“Evet.”
“Smart, tenag and beautiful child.”
“kata Ziyadh ,she looks like her mother.”
“Oo.”
“How about his father?”
“Single father outstanding. Property Entrepreneurs in Konya. Said it's quite famous in its field.”
“Oo, What's his name?”
“Bilmiyorum.”
Ziyadh tells us little about identity
Issabel. Iskender jugga is not a detailed or complicated type of male. He was very simple, even young for him to do something for his good friend.
Adem went with Iskender and Issabel went back to the castle. Issabel is happy to have Amca Adem.
But he was upset that Amcca Iskender rarely had the initiative to pursue him.
He was always like taking off Issabel, leaving Issabel unattached or
sort of. Though Issabel really likes when his hands are held together. He will feel
not ignored . But everyone's mind is different. The attitude of Amca Ziyadh and Amca Iskender to him was different.
