His Bosnian Love | { Kenan Yıldız Fanfic }

4 - Ayla

I was just about to get ready to clean the restaurant when two drunken men and a woman entered.

From the start I could sense their smelly odor and notice that they were, well, quite frankly, drunk as hell.

Well, there goes my early leave.

They were loud and chattered something in a foreign language, turkish?

The woman was the only sober one and was anxiously looking around, as if she was afraid of something, her long black hair was wet and stuck to her back which was also drenched with water.

Weird, I thought to myself.

But that was the only tjing I could do at the moment, bring conclusions and prejudice.

I quickly swallowed a gulp and made my way over to them.

"Heyy guyss, night", I chuckled awkwardly and then adressed the onr guy who I noticed now also wasn't drunk. "What can I get you all."

I pulled out my notepad and waited patiently as the sober duo looked into each others eyes exchanging what was a knowing glamce full of worry.

He finally coughed up and looked beneath his long blue bangs.

"We'll have three pizzas, 5 hamburgers and 4 colas please"

He looked at me so potent and innocently that I just wrote the order without thinking twice.

"Okayy", that'll make it 67 dollars so you can get that ready when you can" I smiled politely and went to the backrooms.

Odd number for only the three of them.

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After about 20 minutes of me working my ass off in the kitchen, which involved warming up previously freezed pizzas and making hamburgers from literal scratch, I nearly dropped all of my plates when I finally entered upon seeing none of the 3 people.

At least that's what I thought till I moved closer and saw the drunk guy passed out on the sofa.

Pfft what even is this.

Kill and run but restaurant edition?

Except they left the poor guy to supposedly pay behind them and I waisted at least half an hour with them.

I sighed and while I wanted to know what in the world was going on I figured this guy was going nowhere so I quickly locked the main door and once I finished up leaving the food in the freezer and packing up, the guy still wasn't up.

But then my phone rang so I picked up immediately.

"Oh hey girl I'm so sorry I can't make it in time to greet you out. Something or someone made a bit more trouble for me in the restaurant today." I said the last part with a part of fury eating me up while I was watching his innocent driven face slowly snoozing away in sweet sleep while I was holding back myself to punch the calmness out of him for making me work this much.

The receiver laughed lightly.

"Okay okay Ayla don't worry bout me I'll be fine. It's not my first time going by bus you know."

"Yeah so anyways sorry once again, you go ahead. Good luck!"

I hang up on my friend's call and silently glare at the unconcious man, as if I could wake him simply with my eyes.

Eventually i called in my boyfriend who lived across the street for him to handle the big man on himself.

"Ugh, why is he so damn heavy"

Emir could be a handful himself when he was annoyed but I didn't really care about his nagging as long as he was taking this drunkward out.

The guy started to mumble something and move his hands around but my Emir was strong enough to keep him in place with his arm over his shoulder as he made his way across thw street then he put him on the bench.

"Okay now what in hell did you think we would do with him now"

"Emir it's not like I know, I can't leave him in the restaurant so he can just sleep it off here nothing is gonna happen to him"

He gave me a wtf look and then let out a big breath.

"Okay, okay. But if something happens to him I'm not the one to blame. And I ain't lettin no stranger in my house so"

He lifted his hands up in defense and I knew exactly how he felt. We could do nothing except to pray for whatever goodness he had going for him in life to be for him there on this night.

And it's not like there's any stray dogs in this area nor any troubled people.

It was just, normal, I guess.

At least it was normal enough for someone not to end up stabbed in three places if he ends up sleeping on the street.

We both looked as he pulled his legs into a fetus position and continued mumbling something till he finally drifted off again.

"Yeah so, see you babes", said Emir and leaned down to press a quick peck on my forehead. "Good night"

I nodded, "Yeah you too"

He waved me off one more time before going into his house.

He knows I can go home alone because I live 5 minutes away from here. I always wondered what life would be if we lived together, but I guess those are just speculations at the moment since his parents won't let him bring anyone in his house until he finishes his studies.

Pfft what a nerd.

But that was my nerd.

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As I was about to turn to my houss, I heard someone running behind me, and before I could even sense what was going on, I was shoved and fell on the ground.

I yelped in discomfort and spit a few times as my face met the grogy grass that I now had a mouthful of.

"Hey, you asshole! What's wrong with you?" I yelled back at him but sat back on my elbows in confusion as I recognized from the back the same guy we left on the bench.

But it was a split second realization before he was gone in a blitz.

Well that was weird.