Everyone will want everything to be fulfilled. Keep in mind that it takes a very struggle in order to get it, not to mention that it must be shared equally with his family.
Thus, this is being experienced by a 28-year-old man who is in the kitchen now. Yes, just call it Ozan Yıldız. He was in the kitchen cooking breakfast with a few female servants, and he was a man himself. Mixing ingredients, stirring, tasting what is lacking has become a beautiful art he used to do. There is a lot of food already served on the table; there is meat rice, boiled scallops, salads, and many more.
A waiter goes to the dining room, approaches the table with a pot of warm soup, then puts it on the table. She smiled at Ozan and called out, "Ozan, put the plates on the side of the table, I will serve the roast chicken."
"Okey, Merihan." Ozan never refused the woman's request as long as he was able to do it. Go get the plates on the plate rack, then into the dining room while placing the plates on each side of the table covered with plain red tablecloths.
Meriha put the grilled chicken that was served on the table. That made Ozan smile on his side.
"One roasted chicken will run out on Sancar himself," joked Ozan while returning to the kitchen, went to the sink, washed the dishes with running water from the sink faucet. "But I'm proud of him who has his own character when enjoying food."
"Right!" Exclaimed Meriha, who apparently followed him from behind.
"What?" Ozan occasionally glances at Merihan while doing her work.
"Mrs. Gülsen really spoiled hers son. Every day she asks us to provide chicken every time we serve food. That makes Mr. Sancar the happiest person in the kitchen." Meriha approached, stopping next to Ozan, helping him wash the dishes.
Ozan clam up while remembering his days gathering with family and eating together, joking with each other laughing. What a beautiful time. However, his family relationship was broken in an instant when there was a teaser who teased his father and had an affair. Get caught, bicker. That is what the four of them witnessed. They both divorced and had their respective lives, while Ozan was forced to drop out of college, having to save his three younger sisters.
Ozan's earning this job began a year ago when he helped Grandma Neriman, a kind-hearted grandmother who loved himself and his three younger sisters, to help carry things. In short, Grandma Neriman knew that Ozan was good in kitchen matters, she saw from Ozan's own hands. Grandma Neriman became even more happy when she learned from Ozan's explanation that the man majored in food catering and was an expert in that department.
Remember that, Ozan doesn't know what to react. Because, destroyed left by both parents, happy to get a new job and can provide for his younger siblings with his own efforts.
Meriha quietly watched Ozan who was sad, daydreaming as if thinking about something. What's wrong with him? That's how he thought. "Ozan?"
Ozan was surprised from him reverie. Awkward.
"Are you OK?" Meriha asked.
"Ah, yes." Ozan nodded.
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On the other hand, a man wearing an office suit came into the dining room, his younger sister wore a deep red mini dress and large straight curly hair, Grandma Neriman, also Mrs. Gülsen. They all gathered together in the dining room.
In the midst of the gathering, the man in the black suit was busy on the phone with his business partner about the company. After the telephone call, shortly later another incoming call to his cellphone. The man automatically picked up the call without seeing who was calling.
"Hello? I explained what I said just now. Do you still not understand?" Regreted the man.
"Surf! It's me Swara! Did you forget me? Huh!” Swara said on the phone.
Sancar fell silent for a moment. Stand up from the chair, then leave the dining room. "Oh dear, I'm busy. Don't call me in the middle of this busy life."
"Do not lie! During the nine years we have dated, only lies have been found! Remember, I'm your girlfriend, not your collection!"
"B-but—" Not yet had the chance to explain, the girl was already talking on the phone, so that Sancar kept his cellphone away and gave a wry expression.
"I'm on my way now. I don't care whether you're busy or not, just wait for me at home! Five minutes to arrive! Okay ?!” Without further ado, the girl turned off the phone.
Damn it! Sancar certainly annoyed. Why? In between he busy schedule like this, he even had to wait for she to come! Smoothly scratched her non-itchy neck while pacing. Shortly after, again, his cellphone rang. He was annoyed to pick up the phone without, again, seeing who was calling.
"Can you make me calm for a day? Hah! I am busy!"
Then ...
"Wait a minute, Sir, what's wrong with you? Can you come now to the company? I want to talk about the percentage of the company with you. This is the discussion from yesterday evening."
"Ah ... okey, I'll be right there."
The phone is turned off. Enthusiastic go smoothly to the kitchen. There was a waiter who gathered breakfast in the kitchen, while Ozan leaned against the wall, arms crossed on the chest, head directed at the window in which there was a back garden.
Surfing over to Ozan. Ozan was surprised at Sancar's arrival. "Ozan, can you hear me this time?"
"What's the matter?" Ozan frowned.
"My girlfriend will come here in four minutes." While Sancar gazed at his watch for a moment, then looked at Ozan. "For the time being I'm busy."
"Isn't that good news?"
"Right, but I don't want that girl to ruin my busy life!" Sancar panic. "And yes, if she comes, please ask her to leave."
"What? Me? "Ozan, pointing to himself, raises an eyebrow.
"Correct. See, you can do it?"
"Even I don't know what your girlfriend is like." Ozan narrowed his eyes.
"Come on, Ozan, you're someone who understands me. You also know who she is later. Okay, now I'll excuse myself.” Enthusiastic Sancar passed from the kitchen, returned to the dining room and invited Sema—his younger sister—to go with him. "Come on, Sema. I don't have time to wait. "
"Okey." Sema stood up from the chair, said goodbye to her grandmother and mother, then left with her brother.
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The black car had just passed from the Boşluğu mansion, while the white toad car entered the mansion. A girl wearing a green dress cutter gets out of the car. The sound of high heels sounded clearly in the ears of those who had just come out of the dining room.
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Redside: I Choose Your Asistant [English subtitle]
FanfictionThis is story begins from Ozan Yıldız (Şükrü Özyıldız) working as an assistant at the residence of the Boşluğu family in order to support himself and his three little sisters because their mothers and fathers divorced, choosing their own lives. Sanc...