When Aydin comes home to find his abode to be abuzz with the banter of warm conversations, the inviting glow of a fire and the relaxed vibe induced from the local Turkish liqueur, his first reaction is confusion because he doesn't know what the party is for. It turns out they are the guests of his pretty, young wife who has barely hidden her disdain for him for the last two years.
However, he regards himself as the de facto village elder since he's one of the richest men in town (via inheritance) with a weekly newspaper column. And his superficial self-esteem is hurt for two reasons. One is he didn't convene the gathering and two, it wasn't his idea to run what is looking lik...
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