After the ceremony, my mother-in-law fixed her eyes on Melike.
"Why didn't you wear the clothes we bought for you?" she asked.
"I didn't see them. If I had seen them, I would have surely worn a gift that was bought for me," she said. They were talking about such different things that I felt like wrapping Melike up and protecting her. She had no idea what was about to happen.
"Your father-in-law and brother-in-law are here. It's not appropriate for you to dress like this in their presence."
"What's wrong with my clothing?" Melike asked innocently. I looked at Alaz, but he was leaning back, arms crossed, watching.
"You can't sit like this around men with whom marriage is religiously permissible."
"Why is marriage permissible with them for me?"
"Heavens, my dear, religiously, marriage
