Chapter 23The Maiden of the TowerGiuliaI looked out of the small window of the plane to US.Desperate fear made me run to the Consulate and ask for protection. Still at the consulate, I called home and asked for a ticket home. My father was upset, angry and sad. I had made him feel that way. A return ticket cost him eight thousand reais. I had no way of repaying my father, now unemployed. I leaned my head against the airplane window, crying my eyes out. The last thing I wanted in the world was to change Serkan's life. By disappearing from his life, I wouldn't be a match for his mother and he would be able to meet a girl of his social level. On my cell phone there were only Turkish love songs and that made me suffer twice as much. Emre Kaya, Ilyas Yalcintas, Ufuk Beydemir... they were all soundtracks to my suffering. Tears fell as He Layik played on my headphones. How did I end up in that situation? How did I end up in a Turkish soap opera? That was a pain I wanted to feel so much,
Chapter 24ShortcutsSerkanGiulia arrived at the agreed time, at five in the afternoon.I greeted her at the apartment door and watched her run into my arms, welcoming her with all my love. The smell of her hair intoxicated my thoughts, her arms around me were the best place in the world. No demands, no obstacles, no prohibitions and no impositions. I was the man I could finally be. I kissed her with desire, holding the back of her neck tightly as if she might escape once again."Why did you do that?" I looked at her, holding her face. "Do you know how much I looked for you? I went to the airport, to every counter, to the consulate. Giulia, why did you do this to me?”"Baby, I didn't see any way out, I just remembered what your mother did to me and to you. I didn't want to get in your way.”I pulled her by the hand into the house and slammed the door. After that, I didn't want to hear any more words, just the sounds of her kisses all over my body. I quickly took off my shirt and led
Chapter 25 ObligationsGiuliaWhen I got home, my parents sensed something different about me. I didn't seem to have just gone to Jaqueline's friend's house. Parents can sense when we're doing something that goes against their orders. My father called me into the living room."Giulia, did you go to see that Turk?"No, Dad, why are you asking?I looked at Jaqueline and her eyes widened."I think you'd better never see him again." I know, Dad, I know.I left and went to my room, distraught. I wondered if they knew what I was doing with that Turk! I imagined if they knew that I had lost my virginity to him and that we had had unprotected sex. I couldn't get pregnant, but it was my mistake. Serkan drove me crazy, he made me aimless, I couldn't think when that Turk was near me! Let alone think while sitting on his cock! I could smell him on me and maybe my parents smelled something different on me, the smell of lies. Jaqueline came into my room."And how was it there?"We fucked like cr
Chapter 26Wedding rings and confusionsSerkanAppropriately, I dressed up for the occasion of proposing to my girlfriend Giulia. If I were in Turkey, my father would do this, as it's our tradition. In US, I had to adapt to my new reality and face the girl's father alone. Not that it was a problem for me, I wasn't afraid of anyone in the world, the only thing I was afraid of was the man getting sick like Giulia said. I didn't want that responsibility on my back and to risk losing my girlfriend because her father died after our conversation. Allah forbid!I put on a more casual outfit than the one I wore to the office. Jeans and a dress shirt in the middle of summer in Rio de Janeiro. The good thing was that in that situation, I could fold the sleeves up to almost the elbows and try not to die of heat. I wore shoes rather than sneakers and sprayed on my best perfume to make the best impression on the man. To finish off, I put on a gray tie and tucked my shirt into my pants. I took one
Chapter 27Castle of cardsGiuliaIt was surreal. Romantic. Absurdly romantic. I don't even know how I could describe what Serkan did. I was in heaven. And what was that set of Turkish teapots?! An exquisite gift! My father gave the go-ahead and it was then that I felt a samba school drum in my heartbeat. I served everyone their tea. Serkan took the ordinary cup we had at home and made a remark."Now Mother Solace needs a set of fine Turkish glasses."My mother smiled and released the handle of her cup."Really? What do they look like?""They look like a guitar! " said Jackeline quickly, making Serkan laugh."Yes, they do, that's a good point."My father was still a bit gloomy, but he seemed to be trying to get into the conversation."If I may, Dad, I'm going to take Giulia to a jewelry store now. May we?"My father just nodded, it didn't seem quite right. I thought he was sad to hear that his daughter was engaged to be married so quickly. I went to my room and grabbed a bag from my
Chapter 28Love and painSerkanI just needed to walk.Manhattan wasn't a very safe place at night, but I needed to breathe the sea air. When I was in Istanbul, the sea was my refuge. I would sometimes sit in a restaurant on the edge of the Bosphorus Strait and spend hours wandering my mind through memories. I watched the ferries go by, the yachts, the speedboats. I also saw couples and these couples came to mind when I remembered her. I had the distinct memory of thinking that I would never be able to be a couple with anyone. Yet there I was, being a couple with a Brazilian woman and certain that it would never happen with a Turkish woman because Giulia was predestined for me. How could a woman from the other side of the world be predestined for a Turk?I was so sad and depressed that I left the hospital without even saying goodbye. I had done that girl wrong. If her father died, I would never forgive myself for going there. If her father died, I would never be forgiven by her. Every
Chapter 29 A typical TurkGiuliaI barely blinked, but I didn't want to wake Serkan, thinking he was asleep too. My father meant everything to me. I don't know how I would feel if something worse happened to him. I also felt as guilty as Serkan did, but I couldn't tell him that and I didn't want to think about it either. I encouraged him to come back, not to feel bad about what had happened, but I was destroyed myself. But no matter how broken I was, I didn't want him to walk away. I was madly in love and seeing him walk away only hurt even more. I understood everything he felt, the lies, the cheating, my father. He didn't think he was worthy of being with me, of being with my family, and he wanted to leave me alone. Little did he know that he only caused me more pain by doing that. I couldn't let Serkan walk away. I couldn't stop thinking about that man, even lying there under my body. I wanted that man more than anything, even though my father didn't understand. How could being lef
Chapter 30The bakery storeSerkanGiulia's neighbors were practically adoring my presence in the bakery. They would come in, sometimes alone and sometimes in droves to look at the novelty that was sitting on the till. But when I looked at my fiancée, she had a murderous look on her face. And it wasn't hard to understand why, the girls threw themselves on my lap and I didn't even know why. It could only be the work of Turkish soap operas. Women always think they can have a fairytale love in life and hardly give up that dream. We men are more realistic and practical. Beautiful, intelligent girls are good for marriage and that's it. We have fun with the more detached ones. In short, a night of good sex and nothing more. Giulia was different. She was beautiful, intelligent and charismatic. And she showed it even in a simple bakery. Simple because she was simple. We Turks are used to abundance and to seeing shop windows full of bread and sweets. My father-in-law's bakery was very humble.
EpilogueGiuliaWhen we got back to the Maiden's Tower in the Bosphorus Bay, everything had another dimension and connotation. I remembered when I saw her there for the second time, running away from me, desperate. I could see in her eyes that there was the memory of those days, which I wanted to forget. But then she looked back at me, smiling."The last time I was here was..."I put my finger on her lips affectionately."Please don't remind me what an asshole I was. We don't need that.""Yes, I know, but I was going to say that it was devastating for my self-esteem. And now, my life has changed so much that I feel so loved and so lucky, Serkan...""I feel that way too. And you know... " I paused " I'd be that man of legend who swims out there " I pointed " To rescue you from whatever it was and bring you back to me.'She smiled and clasped her hands around my neck."Even against an Ottoman army?""Even.""Even against the sultan's will?""Yes, yes."She was amazed. Her brown eyes sho
Chapter 36Honeymoon Serkan My wedding wasn't the dream wedding. Nor for Giulia. Many factors got in the way, but the important thing was that we were happily married. I couldn't be intimate with my wife as my parents were still at home, so we took a few days off at a luxury hotel on the Rio waterfront. The Hilton Palace might have seemed one of the most exquisite to Giulia, who was a humble woman. But for me, a well-traveled and experienced man, it was just another luxury hotel. I booked one of the best rooms and locked myself and my wife in it for days. We had never had so much sex, or as she preferred to call it, love. I was touched by her romanticism. It's a fact that Turkish men are romantic. When we want them to be. Not every man, of any nationality, is romantic without a purpose. In my case, romanticism came from feeling. I wanted to give everything to that girl and that giving everything involved my feelings and my possessions. It's how I was brought up. That's why I chose
Chapter 35The wedding GiuliaThe wedding had already started long before the ceremony.My mother-in-law really wanted to hold a henna night and kept pestering me to accept. In the end, I agreed, even though I didn't know anything about it. In the days that followed, I just looked it up on the internet and it seemed a bit complicated. Serkan was against it. He thought it was just another way for his mother to annoy me. Mothers-in-law... The most stressful part of the whole marathon was choosing the dress. We all went to a reputable store in the Laranjeiras neighborhood, where Eda had discovered beautiful dresses on the internet. The five women from the families went along, plus my friend Gisele, who wanted to be part of that moment. We hadn't spoken for a long time and when I mentioned everything that was going on and that I was going to marry my ex-boss, she had a bit of an outburst screaming in my ear on the phone. We freaked out together. At the store, Eda didn't like any of the
Chapter 34Night of pleasuresSerkanI couldn't stand the distance we were forced to keep. I was working a lot, putting up with my mother while adoring Ayla and my father, but I missed Giulia too much. She was taking care of the bakery until her father got better, taking care of wedding stuff, but in that time we didn't have any more space for ourselves. I decided to change that. After that dinner, which wasn't a total failure, I decided that I was going to take my fiancée to a motel. I simply told her that we were going to disappear for a few hours. Giulia perked up. I stopped by her house in the evening, after the office, with instructions on how to apologize to her parents. We agreed to say that we were going to look at ties for me. When I arrived at her door, Giulia quickly appeared, looking beautiful in a flowing floral dress that went down to her feet. She was smiling a lot and seemed very happy. As soon as she got into the car, she hugged me and threw herself on top of me. "I
Chapter 33 Part 2Between laces and hennaGiuliaThe dreaded dinner had arrived.It was 8 p.m. on Tuesday. My father had put on a pair of dress pants and a white shirt so that he would look like Serkan's parents. It was absurdly hot. I took his blood pressure, afraid that he might be emotional or tense and that this could affect his health, but he was fine. It was time for me to put on the lilac dress that I had kept in my closet for a long time. I'd never had the chance to wear it because it was a bit more social and even more sensual. It was knee-length and had a beautiful neckline. Jackeline seemed as nervous as I was. My sister made up my eyes with a light shade of brown and I left the same color as the dress for my lips. A beautiful lilac. My high-heeled sandals were black. "Come on, Jaque, don't take any longer, I don't want to see them alone. We still need to get the fans into the living room, I doubt his mother can stand the heat."" It's going to be difficult, Ju, I'm meltin
Chapter 33Traditions Part 1GiuliaMy father was finally home.It was a relief to have him there, recovering from everything bad, relieving us and making us happy with his presence. But he needed to be careful. Serkan's mother wanted to have dinner at his house for all of us, but my father had just been discharged from hospital, so how could I get back and forth? My mother asked me. "Go to Manhattan now?""I thought the same thing, Mom, but I agreed so I wouldn't have to explain. I don't know how Serkan is going to explain it to them and what he's going to say, but I hope it's soon.Jackeline approached with her cell phone in hand."Gi, I'm looking at dresses for you online, one more beautiful than the other.""We'll look together, Jacke, but let's sort out dinner first. I can't take our father to Serkan's apartment right now."We crossed our arms, thinking, in the middle of the hallway."We're not going. "It's dangerous for your father, the doctor has ordered him to rest. ""Then t
Chapter 32The visitSerkanAfter five days in hospital, my father-in-law was discharged. It was a joy for all of us and a relief for me. I went to pick him up from the hospital because we had to tell him the news of my parents' arrival. I was crazy to have my wife home, dying of lust for her and unable to touch her because she was working so hard in the bakery. I helped my father-in-law up the building's two flights of stairs when the recommendation was to rest for at least another fortnight. No hassle. How could I tell him what I needed to say? As soon as he lay down, I looked at the women in the house and asked their permission. They already knew what I needed to say and there was no point in beating about the bush. The longer we waited, the worse it would get. "Dad... " Giulia anticipated my hesitation.He looked at us, arranging the pillow under his head."What is it?""Serkan's parents want to meet you and they're arriving in the United States in two days."He arched his eyeb
Chapter 31In a hurryGiuliaI had to tell my mother and Jackeline the news.My in-laws would be arrive in Manhattan within seven days' time, wanting to meet my family. That Eda never ceased to amaze me and I doubt she'd leave me alone for a long time. I told her in the cab on the way home."But what do they want here?" My mother was indignant. "Giulia, my house needs a good tidy up to welcome these people!She knew what Serkan had told me about his family being rich and his mother being a snob. I was also pretty sure that Mrs. Eda would come up with something to humiliate us. I was counting on Serkan to hold on to his mother for as long as he was here, even if not all the time because he had to work. Sometimes I thanked God that my parents understood neither Turkish nor English. I could put up with the humiliations of that woman alone in English. "I know, Mom, Jackeline and I are going to tidy up the whole house and make everything sparkle and smell nice!"Jackeline looked at me wit
Chapter 30The bakery storeSerkanGiulia's neighbors were practically adoring my presence in the bakery. They would come in, sometimes alone and sometimes in droves to look at the novelty that was sitting on the till. But when I looked at my fiancée, she had a murderous look on her face. And it wasn't hard to understand why, the girls threw themselves on my lap and I didn't even know why. It could only be the work of Turkish soap operas. Women always think they can have a fairytale love in life and hardly give up that dream. We men are more realistic and practical. Beautiful, intelligent girls are good for marriage and that's it. We have fun with the more detached ones. In short, a night of good sex and nothing more. Giulia was different. She was beautiful, intelligent and charismatic. And she showed it even in a simple bakery. Simple because she was simple. We Turks are used to abundance and to seeing shop windows full of bread and sweets. My father-in-law's bakery was very humble.