"Elvin," Tural started, leaning back. "The house is quiet. Too quiet. My kids need cousins to play with, and Mom needs a new daughter-in-law to spoil."
Tural began to clap in time with the music. "Hear that? Even the singers are worried about you! You’re living like a king, but every king needs a queen to tell him where he misplaced his socks." Evlen Subay Qardasim Yukle
Their mother emerged from the kitchen, wiping her hands on her apron, her eyes twinkling. "I saw the neighbor’s daughter, Leyla, at the market today. She’s a doctor now. Very polite. Very... single." "Elvin," Tural started, leaning back