Ribbons and Pearls

V o r s c h l a g

🔼V o r s c h l a g🔽

(P r o p o s a l)

Chapter 1

"You have got to be kidding me!" At first he didn't understand what she was talking about and to be honest he zoned out in the middle of conversation. He thought she was just giving him another lecture on relationships and marriage so he zoned out her voice. But looking at her, and his father who wore a serious face told him that she wasn't just talking after all. She meant everything. And after realization, shock overtook and then anger.

He rarely got angry, he was known for being polite and someone who had great control over his anger. He didn't enjoy intimidating people, he liked them when they were comfortable with him. And he liked to keep it that way. But no person could live without anger and when a Burak got angry, he really got angry.

Burak was not perfect. He knew that clearly and he also knew that there were people better than him - of course. But he tried not to exceed his limits, tried not to hurt anyone by his crude words. He was laid back and a closed off person and he had been taught that you would not be hurt if you closed all the walls around you. No one would get in to hurt you and for once, he had let those walls down - only for his heart to be a target of something dangerous, something close to love - a love he could never have.

"Watch how you talk to your mother son." Said his father with that serious face of his, sitting on the chair besides his mother. He could not believe that they both were teaming up against him and that also about the most absurd thing he had ever heard in his life. Burak restrained himself from directing his harsh glare towards his father.

He was twenty eight for the love of God almighty and he could make his decisions perfectly fine. No one needed to put their hands on his back and push him in a certain direction, he was not a child and he loathed being treated like one. 

"Mother, I am sorry but I can not comply to your wishes. This is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard."

"We'll see about that." Hadasa murmured under her breath, shaking her head at her son. "What is so wrong with this proposal Burak? You are over reacting." She sighed, her husband rubbing her shoulders in comfort.

"Ma." He pressed, grinding his teeth together, "How can you make decisions about me without my consent? For God's sake I am not a teenager anymore. I am an adult and can make my own decisions." He was angry and tired. Had he known that the reason for this meeting would be oh so joyous he would have never bothered leaving his busy schedule and coming here. His parents were old and going crazy, he was sure of it now.

"You need to get married Burak. You're running out of the ideal age Wallah!" His mother was once again over reacting. "And it's for your own benefit as well, you know how much you're under water right now with your career."

"And how is that going to help my career? I am not even in a relationship Ma, and I just don't want to get married. It's unimaginable." He confessed, sitting back down on the chair once he calmed down a little. His mother looked desperately at her husband and pleaded with her eyes.

"This is a very good proposal and I already gave my word to Fatma. I can not back out now." She forced. She knew in the end she would always have her son in her hands because he was such a good boy.

"Well then you should have given your word after aksing me. That is none of my business and I am not concerned about it either. I would not just marry any girl without even knowing her, in fact I do not even want to marry right now." He would not break this time, no matter what games her mother played.