Zeynep
Everything was coming down on me—being pregnant, not being married, Beril being at home, hiding it from Yusuf Ali, even the grandmother pressuring me. As if these troubles weren’t enough, now Ersin was on my case too. Yusuf Ali was right. We needed to take care of this. The guy was trying to screw us over.
I wanted to go to Sibel, but she was with her husband. Elif and Ezgi were dancing with their husbands. I was the only one left standing alone. But being alone was better. This guy was acting strangely. Yusuf Ali got up and went over to Sibel’s group. Something was happening there. Suddenly, Sibel got on the table.
“This man is my husband! We like it rough!” she started shouting.
“Cousin has lost it,” said Ersin. It was the first sensible thing he had ever said. While Kenan and
