SANEM: "Aziz bey, is it alright if I invite Ahan to visit for a couple of days, I miss her so much"
AZIZ : "of course my dear any time." Oh dear by the way, the boys and I are having dinner with a potential client so we won't be home for dinner, I'm sorry you will be by yourself for dinner tonight. make your self something to eat or if you want order something for yourself. " my treat"
SANEM: "thank you Azuz bey but I'll make something, no problem. I have cleaning up to do around here and then I want to go on line to look up classes so I can start applying for scholarships and then do my applications for college." Aziz is looking at Sanem smiling, she really has something about her that brings joy to him, she is definitely special.
AZIZ: "Sanem your smile brightens my day"
Sanem has a huge smile on her face, a glow, that comes from within her.
SANEM: "thank you Aziz bey." Can and Emre see it too, her smile is contagious.
SANEM: " ok breakfast is ready, let's eat and off you go!"
CAN: "aren't we alittle bossy today" ( and winks at her)
( god those eyes and that smile he makes me melt, get passed it Sanem Ayden your to young and he's not interested that man could have whoever he wants with those dimples, ssshh get out of my head) she looks at him and smiles
SANEM: "Can bey, yes I can be very bossy, you may be way bigger than me, but don't doubt a tiny bossy Mahalle girl, we can be pretty tuff and very stubborn !! "They all laugh, Can pinches her cheek and smiles.
CAN: "I have no doubt."
AZIZ: "okay my dear, enjoy your day and see you tonight."
Sanem cleaned up and sat outside for a while and drank her tea. It feels nice doing things for people and not getting yelled at and hit. Thank you god for bringing me to this family.
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When two worlds collide
RomanceOn the one side of instanbul in the mahalle , Sanem dreams of the day that she can get away from her abusive step father. But her father has different plans when she reaches the age of 18 in a few days. On the upper side if the more elite, you have...
