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Chapter 65 - What the coming day tells us

The prom made the Iplikci couple run around town. Nisa went to one school, Mert and Kumru in another, and Dila in a third. In order not to offend any of them, Omer and Defne took turns attending all three proms. First Dila, then Nisa and stayed at Kumru and Mert. The graduates were happy. They shone with smiles and were so sweet in their robes and quadrangular hats. Later, after the awarding of the diplomas, they removed them. Kumru remained in a beautiful blue dress, while Mert in a black suit, white shirt, and his first bow tie. Esra, who persuaded her sister to take her with her, looked no longer at the girls' outfits, but at him. And each time a thoughtful expression appeared on her pretty face, and her heart began to pound harder in her chest. When the sounds of a waltz started playing, Mert ignored his classmates and invited Esra to dance. She blushed, but boldly gave him her hand and walked out into the middle of the platform. Today she wore one of the dresses Defne brought from Milan. Pink silk went very well to the girl's swarthy face, and she looked like a real beauty in it. Mert could not take his eyes off her, and she looked at him with touching embarrassment. Looking at them, Omer bent down to his wife and whispered:

- Don't you think these two fell in love with each other?

- What? - Defne carefully looked at her little sister. And for the first time, she saw her with different eyes. Esra was not small anymore. For a year, she had grown out, and from a plump child, she turned into a young girl. Long-legged, with a thin waist and outlined breast. But for Defne, she was still her little baby-sister. And she was indignant: - What are you talking about? Esra is still a child!

"She's about fourteen," Omer reminded her. - Juliet's age. The time when first love comes to girls.

- Oh, how we are enlightened in this matter! - Defne whispered sarcastically and looked at her husband accusingly. - It is immediately evident that in your youth you were a heartthrob and turned the heads of naive girls.

Omer arched an eyebrow slyly and said:

- The conversation is not about me, but about Esra.

- Yes, you invent everything! - defended Defne. It hurt her that her husband did not object to the heartthrob and the naive girls stacked at his feet. - It's Esra! No romance and languid looks. Only the study is on her mind.

- Well, well, - watching the dancing Esra and Mert, held out Omer.

Mirai and Kartal approached the Iplikci couple. Beautiful, elegantly dressed, they glowed with pride for their children and looked happy.

- Mr. Omer, Mrs. Defne, - said Kartal, - thank you for the gifts. Kumru is so happy. Since childhood, she has been obsessed with beautiful shoes. And in the hospital, she raved about how she would dance at the prom in Omer Iplikci's shoes. Thank you for making her dream come true.

"I was very pleased to do it," Omer answered him. "Kumru is a wonderful girl and deserves to have her dreams come true."

The dance was over. Mert led Esra to Defne and stopped nearby. Mirai, with a warm smile, corrected his rebellious whirlwind hair, which now and then fell on his high forehead. She was so proud of her handsome boy. He did not jerk his head away and look at his mother with a displeased look. But he smiled at her with a wide smile, ceremoniously bowed his head, and asked:

- Beautiful Lady Mirai, can I ask you to dance?

"I'll be happy," she replied.

A beautiful melody played and Mert and his mother went out into the circle illuminated by lanterns. He bowed to her, she bowed in a graceful curtsy and the couple whirled to the music. Kumru ran up to the small company. Short hair framed a pretty face, eyes sparkled, the hem of a blue dress froth around the legs, shod with graceful blue shoes. Kartal smiled at his daughter, and she mumbled: