Nandithas
THE ARRIVAL OF OMA
The tense atmosphere was felt, as soon as Nandita entered the house owned by onty Eby.
It is not unusual for the woman who has lived in Turkey for decades to not answer her greetings.
The girl looked at Aslan, intending to find out what happened. But apparently the man did not know either.
Aslan simply shrugged his shoulders in reaction to the girl's silent questioning.
Arriving in the living room, Eby looks onty with a flat look sitting next to her husband.
"Onty, uncle," Nandita greeted them a second time.
Onty Eby turned his head, smiling faintly at the girl.
"Related ...." Not finished the woman spoke, the voice of someone cut her speech.
"Nandita Oma's grandson," a woman with wrinkles on her face got up slowly from the sofa.
"Oma," Nandita who heard a familiar voice called out her name, approached in a hurry, then kissed the woman's hand respectfully. So did he do to Opa who was next to his wife.
"Tumben Oma here?" Said the girl with a sincere smile adorning her face.
Nandita wanted to join, after previously she also kissed the hands of her foster parents, onty Eby and uncle Murat. But Eby's onty speech undoes the girl's intentions.
"We, you better clean yourself first, after that you just meet Oma and opa." He said, and got a nod from the girl.
"Sorry Oma, opa, I'll go to the room first. We'll talk again." said Nandita, then stepped into her room.
Seeing the tension on Eby's face, Nandita felt that something was wrong. But he tries to think positively. Maybe it's just his feelings.
After finishing cleaning up, Nandita immediately went down to meet the others. But his steps stopped at the end of the stairs, when he heard Aslan was debating oma, and dragged his name.
"Oma, I can't do that. I'm the same Nandita has nothing to do. Don't make your own decisions." Aslan seemed emotional, while talking to his grandmother.
"Don't interfere with Aslan, it's a parent's business. If waiting for you, Oma is sure, as much time as Oma gives will not make you move. Women need reassurance, and Nandita's age is ripe too." Instead of listening, Oma scolded her grandson.
"Mama doesn't want to know. Either way, you should be able to persuade Nandita to get engaged and marry Aslan as soon as possible. They're both grown-ups, not good often both without ties." The old woman looked up at the son-in-law.
"Ma, I don't dare force Nandita. He has his own thoughts. Not necessarily, he wants to get married for now. And again, we don't know what that has to do with Aslan ...."
"Nr ...."
"Shut up! Oma no longer wants to hear your excuses." Staring sharply at his grandson, Oma gave a warning.
"Ma, mama misunderstood. Aslan and Nandita are just regular friends." Uncle Murat is mediating.
"Friends? But often go together, want to be picked up every day, what is the name of friends? She's not the cheap girl anyone wants to go with, is she?"
Nandita's body stiffened hearing the last sentence that came out of Oma's mouth, the woman she had always respected.
"Ma!"
"Mama!"
"Geez!"
Onty Eby, uncle Murat, also Aslan compactly called for a call for the woman.
"Don't talk carelessly ma, Nandita is a good girl well educated by her family." Onty Eby seemed to be provoked by her in-laws' words.
"Then follow soon mama. If she's a good girl, not just using Aslan all this time, should she be willing to take it to a more serious level with this child?" Glanced at the face of his grandson, who was bowed.
"Oma misunderstood, I ...."
"Enough. Oma doesn't want to hear anything anymore. The decision is unanimous. Take care of their engagement Murat, if your wife won't." Oma then got up from her seat. While opa can only pat her grandson's shoulder slowly. The man, who had almost all of his hair white, could not stop his wife's desire. The woman who accompanied him for almost half a century was indeed very stubborn.
Nandita's looking for a safe place to hide. Surprised by the hot chatter in the house, he felt unable to meet anyone there.
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waduuuh, Nandita will be forced to marry Aslan nih ....
how about Gunadh?
while waiting for its continuation, peek at other works yuk.