DAUGHTER OF MAFIA BOSS

Untitled Part 4

But neither one nor the other had dared to opening their mouths and saying anything to Arnisa's father. They both had known the man well. He had not been the kind of man who had going to give over the most valuable present of his life to a mere parody of inspector working for him.

Then a love, tested hand in hand, eyes to eyes, knee to knee in the most secluded cafes, tea gardens and parks of the city. Love with the wrong person and the resulting tears and pain had been nowhere in sight. They had been left with two options. The first had been to confront Arnisa's father about it, which had not even been an option. The second had been leaving away together. And that was what they had done. This had going to be able to be Ulaş's second fatal mistake. Especially when the gravity of the situation, he had dragged his parents to was considered.

A light-colored semidarkness, still not passed to dark tones, was settling over everything. The horizon had to be reddened by now, but from where he was Ulaş could not see it. "I'll call this friend of mine, see if there's any news," he uttered towards the kitchen. He put on his coat and hat and headed for the door.

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I will not let anyone walk through my mind with their dirty feet. (Gandhi)

As the family had their meal in silence, Ulaş's mother asked her son, "Did you make the phone call? Any news?"

"The man is still very angry. If he comes across us, he will tear our meat to shreds and he will rub salt into it."

"Had he been able to pick up our trail?"

"No."

The young man had once loved his job. But like others, he also had missed the warmth of his home until the evening. Like others... Simple people, including himself, which were like others, were divided into two categories. Those who had a job to feed themselves and a warm home and those who didn't. In other words, those who were blessed with happiness and those who were not. He had been blessed with happiness. Or so, he once had thought.

"Ulaş"

"..."

"What's wrong son, you're lost in thought."

"..."

"Ulaş."

"Oh, you were talking to me, mom. I was absentminded."

"I realized."

"I had thought about my first day at work."

"Uh-huh."

"If I hadn't started that job, I wouldn't have met Arnisa.

"I tell you, everything happens for a reason."

"If my boss had let me to marry Arnisa, there would have been no problem."

"He doesn't."

"Nevertheless, a dagger is stabbed here?" Ulaş had said, he pointed to his chest, "How can he dare to not appreciating us". "Son, all things they do to people are separate dares. Are you obsessed with this?" said the old man, bending his head to the ground, "If you had been in his place, you wouldn't have permitted to marriage too. You haven't understood life well," he added. "I would," said Ulaş. "Then you are one of the few good people in this world," the mother said to her son, "I mean, you have to get used to some things in order to live in this world, unfortunately there is nothing that can be done for people in your situation." "If we could go abroad," Ulaş said. "They would extradite or punish themselves," said Arnisa, "So that's not a solution either." "Daughter, you don't mind us ranting about your father, do you?" Ulaş's father asked. Arnisa sighed deeply and said: "Shall I tell you the sad story of a little girl, maybe then I will answer your question." There was a short silence, looks shifted to Arnisa, who was looking at the ground. "My child, you can tell us anything you want, as long as you want to," said her father-in-law. The young girl continued to speak, her look was still on the floor: "When I was a little child, I felt that he was not like other fathers, he was not the father I imagined. Not for that he didn't love me, on the contrary, he loved me very much. Then one day, when I was nine years old, he told me that if I came first in my class, he would buy me a horse, as I dreamed of. I was a little girl, I was overjoyed. Until the report card day, I dreamed of a big horse with the heart of a nine-year-old girl. I loved it, carressed it, rode around. On the report card day, I came second and my father had the poor animal slaughtered in front of me. He didn't speak to me for a week. I felt unwanted in that house, you don't know what that feels like to a nine-year-old. I watched his every move with fearful eyes, it was so cold everywhere. Then everything turned back into the their older condition except me. That's the time when I realized that all he really cared about was his poor pride, I was devastated. I cried for the first fifteen days of that summer vacation, and I never called him Dad again. I tried to fill the emptiness I felt with other things, but it didn't fill. In time, I understood what he did to people, including my poor mother. When she was alive, he didn't let my mother leaved the house or even he didn't let my mother looked out the window. My mother lived in misery and died in pain, she always tried to make sure that I wouldn't share her fate, but she couldn't change anything, I ate the food he put in front of me and slept in the bed he showed me, each time I felt disgust with myself. After graduating from high school, I started calling him by his first name, I called him "Rafet" at every opportunity, as if it would cure something, as if it would put out the fire inside me. Rafet come, Rafet go. He was always looking for a way to make himself called father. It was a small consolation for me, but that was all I could do. During my university years, grinning with happiness, he gave me my allowance every month. After I finished school, he didn't want me to work. When he didn't want me to work, I couldn't find a job. He found many prospective husbands among the sons of bigwigs, most of whom didn't want to marry the daughter of such a person. I didn't want to get married anyway. He forced me, but he couldn't succeed. He talked about I somehow had to make a life for my own, he got angry, he complained. But he couldn't kick me out of the house. He was already too proud for emotional pressure, he was not that kind of person. It would have been funny if he tried to do something like that. He just made me feel, as he always did to everyone, that my wishes were not important. Your feelings are not worth a penny in his eyes and you are not worth a penny. If he helps someone, it's because he wants to be appreciated or flattered."