Istanbul in My Heart Part II
"Effemdim, tuvelet nerede?" This bey with beer belly shoot me the the direction to the gents immediately. Its getting hotter in this Marmara Hotel, in the midst of
"Perhaps desert will be the essence of the night". But the staring eyes made me uncomfortable. I am a 15 minutes celebrity. And chain of well wishers greeting "Merhaba and Nasilsiniz" making me looked like an extra who just standing out of nothing while holding my tombak, just like the old malay movie. This is life, round and round it again, ups and down, ups and down.
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The seats on the boat cruising along the
We chatted and chatted with all our valor, as I am an honest clown of the universe. No wine to accompany, only mint tea which enough to elate me from my travesty. Late that night, she sent me home, which did drop the jaw of my bald neighbour , who was walking with his German Shepherd, (ya , Hanafis can adopt dog), on his way to the nearest 24 hours shop, to buy a packet of studded condom (ok la, the condom tu, I just create it up).
"Good nite Tugba, it was a divine moment and drive safely
Yay!
Aye Ole
Leander’s tower, Topkapi palace revealing in the apostle light,
Soaring minarets,
And budak kampung selekeh with the eminent beauty of a Turkish’s maiden might.
The end is not here, we'll meet again at the Final series Istanbul in My Heart III. At undisclosed time and effort.
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