Anything Could Happen

Shukran Allah (Thank God)

Chapter 5.

Note:
Ü ➡ oo (food)
(Mevlüt ➡ Mevloot)

Delnaz's POV

Father set down his briefcase at the dinner table and rolled up his sleeves, ready to tuck into dinner.

"Delnaz. Come here, join us." Father was unusually happy. I was confused as hell. I greeted my family and told them that I would freshen up and join them.

I rushed downstairs to find everyone in the living room. I was anxious to find out what happened with Father and the school. I sat down in a one-seater sofa next to the fireplace. I began to fidget with my fingers. Any conversation in the room had stopped when I sat down, making the atmosphere in the living room incredibly awkward.

"Delnaz," my head shot up. "You'll be pleased to know that I didn't go to school today. Your Uncle Reşit talked me out of it." I looked at my father in disbelief. He was a completely different man today. Last night one could've compared him to a tyrant.

"Thank you Fa-"

"Don't thank me, thank Uncle Reşit." I smiled and looked up at Uncle Reşit, who stood awkwardly between Aunt Hamida and Father.

"Thank you Uncle Reşit." Uncle smiled at me and said that it was no problem. In the same moment, Ismet began to cry so my mother picked him up and took him upstairs to feed him. Aunt Hamida looked at me and raised an eyebrow.

"Now that all this commotion is over, go get your dinner." I got up, relief flooded through me. Father being in a good mood did not fully explain why Fuad was so happy this afternoon and what plan was he talking about? I would have to talk to him tomorrow. I had been pushing my food around on my plate when father walked into the kitchen.

"Eat your dinner, Delnaz. You don't have anything to worry about but if last night's episode repeats itself, I will have to go to the principle. What those boys did last night was unacceptable."

"Yes Father."

I sat on my bed and stared at my phone. I suddenly remembered something and ran to my mother's room, coming extremely close to slipping and dying on our polished wooden floors.

"Delnaz! Slow down!" I nearly knocked my mother down in the process.

"Mother! Please can I go to summer camp? Please? Pretty please with a cherry on top?"

"Shh! The baby is sleeping!" My mother shout-whispered.

"Come into my room." I followed mother into her room and plonked myself next to Ismet's crib. He was fast asleep.

"Our school is having a summer camp in Konya. Please can I go?"

"I will have to ask your father." My shoulders drooped and my foul expression must've given me away.

"Ok."

"I don't think he'll object since Konya isn't very faraway from Antalya."

"Ok."

"Delnaz, I'll have to ask your father. He's your parent too."

"But Father is so overprotective...he'll never say yes."

"Look, you're a girl and our child. Your father and I are bound to be overprotective of you." My Indian mother had light hazel eyes and light skin. My Azeri father on the other hand had dark eyes but light skin as well. The picture of them on the dresser behind Ismet's crib suggested a very attractive young couple who married for love. Of course they loved each other, they had their third child 2 months ago. That's when I remembered Mevlüt, my older brother.