Who's coming?

They looked at him with mixed emotions. There was disbelief and anger; regret and sadness. For Uncle Nijaz, the living room turned into an examination hall. He was anxious and terrified. Hope and hopelessness balanced out each other.

Yildiz said after a few minutes of engraving silence, "What in the world made you think that my fine and elegant daughter would be fit for your 'already married' cousin, who has two children? Leave this house if you know what's best for you."

His voice was firm enough to drag the soul out of Nijaz's body with force. Nijaz said with the little courage he had left, "Please don't make a decision in anger and give this another, insightful thought."

Yeldiz replied cutting him off midst speaking "I swear! I will not bear this anymore. I might kill you if you stay here any longer." With every exceeding word, his voice got louder and louder. The mother had zipped her lips and remained silent, though her eyes told a completely different story. When Nijaz accepted the bitter reality of his proposal being rejected, he placed his plate on the trolley, grabbed his shoes, and left. The parents sat idle for a couple of minutes. It seemed as if they both were processing what had just taken place and thinking of their next move. After a few minutes, Yildiz said, "Do not tell Belle about this. She mustn't have a clue of what has taken place tonight."

Once Yeldiz had communicated his temporary solution to the issue, he got up and left.

The mother went upstairs. She put on a 'I'm perfectly fine' face and entered the room. We looked up and said, "What happened Mom? Are you okay? What did uncle Nijaz say?"

She replied "Nothing! Just discussed some business deal. Children, change info your nightsuits and go to bed."

We knew how she felt and understood that something other than the 'discussion' had taken place that night, therefore we obeyed her and left.

I was alone in the living room making friendship bands, and something happened.

My mother came to me and asked, "How has your phone been working?"

I started getting nervous, but tried to do my best to control it regardless. "Fine! Honestly, It's been working great!"

"Who have you talked to on the phone?", She further questioned.

"Belgin and some other friends of mine."

She stepped towards the trolley that was still there and picked up a few nuts, then sat beside me on the sofa and asked me an unusual question, "Has Okan messaged you yet?"

'Bummer and Oops' was the initial response that I tried not to verbalize. "No, he hasn't." I said in a fake tone which totally gave away the fact that I was lying.

She saw the hesitation on my face and said, "Where's your phone? I need to check something."

"Um.. I would give it to you, but it isn't charged at the moment. I'll put it on charging then you can have it."

"Okay honey! for now, go to bed."

The atmosphere was really tense, thus I planted a quick kiss on her forehead and left. I was laying on my bed, still working on the friendship bracelet , when my phone rang. I saw his name and excitedly picked it up.

"Hello, Belle what's up? I hope I'm not disturbing you."

I blushed and giggled, then said, "Hi, I'm doing great. The thing is that I'm just a little confused. Anyway, How are you?"

"I'm perfectly fine. Why are you confused." He asked as if he really seemed to worry and care.

"Nothing."

"I know there's something. You tell me everything, so feel free sharing this with me aswell."

I said after a pause. "Well, My mother asked me whether we have ever chatted or not. She also asked to check my phone, but I told her that my battery was dead. She's been acting a little weird tonight and now I don't know what to do? Do you know how to delete messages and calls?"

"Well, first of all, you need to calm down! I'll teach you how to delete all the chats and calls that we've had."

I learned how to press the delete button, and with every call and chat that I deleted, little did I know that I was inviting a catastrophe in the future.

For the next few days, my parents would seem to get annoyed and cross every time someone would mention Okan. No one in the family had been in touch with him except for me. I had talked to Okan, and he had told me that he had to fly to England for business purposes. He asked me whether I desired to have something costly to which I replied, "No thank you! I have everything."

My mother came rushing to our room and said, "Children, get done with your chores in the evening because we are expecting guests tonight.

"Well, who is it?, We all asked curiously.

"Okan."