New Life

* Are you Gabriel?

* Yes, he stuttered, and you?

* Indila.

It is summer 2015, exam time. Sorry, I mixed it up today, dear readers. Today is the day Gabriel and Indila first met.

* Gabriel stood up slowly,

* Please, sit down, he said.

* Don't bother.

* No problem at all, miss. Gabriel had lost himself. Now his mind was on the girl, or rather, on her beauty.

Confused, with trembling hands, he almost dropped the guitar from his hand.

The girl was a little confused. Seeing this sudden movement of Gabriel, she couldn't find why he did it suddenly. And then she smiled, "I think he saw me." Most of them do this anyway. "I'm already used to it."

Gabriel took the guitar in his hand. "Will you be able to perform?" The songs the owner told him. "Yes," the girl sounded.

Mother was at the police station. The sergeant called mother to his side, "Sit here, be calm, don't worry. Hopefully, your sons' situation will be resolved without any problems."

* I want to know what my children have done. After all, they are university students. Last time we had met and parted. There was no problem.

* Mother, by God, we don't know either. Soon they will call you. Be ready.

* Okay, my dear.

15 minutes passed. As time passed, the mother's heart was constricting even more. It was about to pop out of its place.

Feeling this, the sergeant went into the room of the captain of the crime investigation department of the station.

* Hello, may I come in?

* Come in, what is needed?

* The mother of those two brothers who committed theft has come. She is very excited.

* Call her in.

Mother entered the room. "What is the problem with my two sons?"

* Mother, welcome. Please sit down. Listen to me carefully, I see how excited you are. Your sons don't have a problem, they just committed bicycle theft. They took the bicycles from the warehouse and hid them in the apartment where they live.

* Oh, what will happen to this in the end...

The father escorted his daughter home. He returned to the restaurant. A big event had happened in the restaurant today. Today the restaurant owner had called everyone for a feast, his friends living an expensive oligarch life. A little time passed. The feast began. Gabriel performed the music he was told with the guitar in his hand, and Indila's singing added more beauty to this stage. Now the father was here, he entered the restaurant with these broken thoughts and didn't know what to do. Because today the restaurant's tables were full, it was a big celebration. This man with tired legs. Slender, emaciated. The father, with hair covering his cheeks, was a stranger in this celebration. Everyone was laughing, the celebration of expensive people continued. Only the father was sad. What should he do, return back? Maybe go directly and ask the owner for money. This man, who was standing by the door, was lost in thought and frozen. The waiter passed by me.

* Please step aside.

Why was this father, whom everyone was happy with, bad? What was he thinking about? Of course, the money. How much was the debt? 20,000 Euros. For this money, you would have to murder a rich family.

* Yes, please, he said, and moved aside.

* Who are you waiting for?

* No one, I'm just standing.

The waiter looked at my clothes and was a little hesitant, as if. "Just don't stand here, move forward, there's no fee in the front anyway, take your place, sit down, eat, drink. Looking at you, you look very poor."

* No, I wanted to meet with the manager.

* The manager is there, he answered, pointing with his hand.

* Thank you very much.

The father was lost in deep thought, how would he approach? He was still lost in thought, should I go or not? If he went, what would he say?

Should he say directly to give money? And the money is not in a small amount, 20,000 Euros is not just any money.

He thought, what should I do? I will ask later. And here, he finally approached.

The restaurant owner was watching the hall at his work. Someone distracted this man, who looked carefully at everywhere.

It was the girl's father.

* Please, what do you need?

* Can we step aside and talk?

* Come on, let's go.

Kancay invited him to the VIP hall of the restaurant. There was a little silence in the hall. Neither of them spoke. Neither the father nor Kancay.

The father planned how to say his debts. Kancay was waiting for him.

This money had grabbed him so much by the throat that he himself didn't know what to say.

How to say, what to say.

Finally, Kancay spoke.

* Whatever you have to say, go ahead and say it.

Kancay showed his watch, "I have time until this time." His cheap watch's hands showed 5 o'clock in the evening. "When this clock finishes, they will kill me. Or my daughter," they threatened.

This man, who got up and looked at the clock, found that the hands of his watch actually showed 5, but he couldn't find at what time they would threaten him.

* They gave me time until 8 o'clock at night. I have heard about you from my friend.

* Who is your friend?

* Daniel.

* Yes, I know him. But you know that with such a simple acquaintance, no one gives anyone money. Wait, but I will help you, but you will work with us, okay?

* For a lifetime without pay?

* No, your salary will be given. Do you know why? Because you fell into debt because you didn't work. Many people know me anyway. My father was one of the millionaires of this city. It's an inheritance left from him, I also run this restaurant and a couple of other objects. The money you see as millions, I earn in days. Just come, work with us. And don't borrow, okay?

Police station, mother and children.

Two children, to be more precise.

His mother, sitting with her head bowed in this situation, didn't know what to do. Because she knew that if the money was not given for the sons and the bicycles were not returned. If the additional compensation was not paid, it would be heavy. Maybe a criminal case would be opened for them and they would be given a sentence of years in prison.

The mother, leaving the station with her head bowed, didn't know what she would think, who she would go to and ask for money.

She didn't know.

Ps. Dear readers, in this time I am writing, I don't know how the end will be.

But I am still continuing.

Happy reading to you.

The mother who came home along the street wanted to visit her sister. Her sister worked in the restaurant, in Kancay's restaurant.

Her sister's husband was not home. But her sister was home. A long time passed. It seemed to her. It was as if the mother, whose enthusiasm for living had fled, had turned her back on life.

* Why are you so sad?

* Sister, something happened. How are your children?

* Nothing, they are fine. She couldn't say that they were in prison. How would she say it, in what way would she say it? Wouldn't she be ashamed that they were thrown in prison because of bicycles? And not one, but two at the same time. With this wretched body of mine, where can I find the money? Where can I work?

* Tell me, sister? Why are you so downcast?

* If something happened, let us know.

* I just traveled a long way, that's why my heart is hurting.

* No, something happened, you tell me, if you don't tell the truth, I won't let you go?

* Today a call came from the station, both your sons are in prison.

* Who is it, from which station?

* From the station near Dimitry Street, apartment 45.

* From 45?

* Yes.

* Tell me, what were they thrown in for? What happened?

* It was theft from a warehouse.

* Then let them return the bicycles, maybe they will release them.

* They are asking for money.

* How much?

* I don't know, but the compensation is high.

* By God, I don't have that much money, you know that my husband is a laborer. I also don't work. We are spending our days with great difficulty. Otherwise, I would help you.

* I know, what will I do? I wonder if someone could help.

* Yes, a millionaire lives in the neighboring town, he hires people, I think he also pays their debts.

* What is his name?

* Kancay.

* Which city is that place?

* "Our restaurant," come, let me write the name on the phone, look.

* Yes, I found it, exactly here, Kalia.

* Help me tomorrow, let me go there, there is no other cure, at my old age what will I work at?

The book will continue.......

Kancay was interested in the cleaning work remaining from yesterday's gathering in the restaurant.

Everywhere, tables are being cleaned again.

Waiters and cleaning ladies were working without getting tired of their work in this restaurant with a wide area.

The interior looked like old German cities. The walls, built like German villas, were decorated with allegorical pictures. In these walls, which had pictures of various animals, sometimes expensive portraits. Or it was painted with cheap forest pictures.

Approximately 200 workers were working in the restaurant.

Gabriel was again in his place, but his mind was still on that girl. Indila. It hadn't been forgotten. How she performed. It was as if the music spreading from his fingers had united with the girl's words and created a beautiful aura.

Both the words and the beauty added a special color here. In her blue eyes, it was as if something was hidden, as if she was calling out to Gabriel, asking if he liked it. Gabriel, without letting the eyes leave his memory, when he thought... Suddenly someone touched him. Gabriel, who was in thoughts, woke up to the touch. It was Kancay.

* What happened, are you okay? You are in thoughts.

* No, I was just checking the strings.

* You can tell me, a guitar without strings is like a person without shoes. It's as if a person is walking on muddy roads, his feet sink into it. Well, a guitar without strings also sinks into the mud.

* Yes, sir.

* What happened to you, you are downcast. A little thoughtful too.

* Just yesterday's gathering tired me a lot.

* I know, Indila is beautiful, maybe your mind remained with her, huh?

* If you want, I can set her up for you, he laughed.))

* No sir, forgive me, let's change the subject.

* Okay, busy yourself with your work, I'm wandering around here.

* Okay.

Just at that moment, Indila entered, and Gabriel saw that face again. Those looks were not ordinary looks, the heartbeat increased. The blood in the veins was already flowing in a different way. His hands were trembling, his eyes were on her face. "What is this," he said. Gabriel had moved away from himself. "Return, Gabriel, she is just a girl. Her name is Indila." Gabriel, correcting himself, finally seeing the girl approaching, to ensure she wouldn't know, thought and played with the strings.

* How are you, Gabriel, she laughed.

She knew that when Gabriel saw her, he would lose himself. And she knew that he seemed to love her, she laughed a little more.

* Thank you, I am fine.

Quickly, he lowered his head and was embarrassed.

* They say this guitar is different. It makes everyone who performs it famous or profitable. Is it true?

* I don't know, do you believe in the power in the strings?

* But the touch of the fingers is also needed.

* Of course, if your fingers are not good, the performance won't be that good.

Mother, which mother whose children were still in prison. She came to the restaurant to Kancay with her sister for her sons in the town.

Surely she would either borrow money or God will smile upon us and make us happy.

They say Kancay protects every person from misery. He helps. May God keep him healthy, if only he would help us, so my two sons can get out of prison.

Her sister searched for the restaurant all over the town. The restaurant had been known by the locals for years; whoever you asked, they would ask "Kancay's restaurant" and show the place.

An old person was standing in front. Looking at the newspapers in front of the shop.

* Hello, elder, do you know Kancay's restaurant?

* The old man's color turned white.

* I don't know!

* Why did you say it so angrily?

* Because that person is deceitful. He puts people in his trap and deceives them. That's why I don't know Kancay.

* How does he deceive?

* The old man put the newspapers in their place and walked away without answering.

* This is a very strange old man, her sister complained. Let's go, maybe someone helped us.

Along the way, with her sister who was moving away, they saw a cafe in front and approached.

* Yes, we know it.

* 100 steps ahead from here. There is our cafe next to it. You will see our long, tall restaurant. Look, that is Kancay's restaurant.

.....

We came. Finally, both of them entered inside with feelings of joy. Kancay was making one of the maids clean the floor at this time.

The maid and Kancay looked at the side where the door opened.

Two sisters were coming towards them.

* Hello, who is Mr. Kancay here?

* I am.

* What happened? he asked.

* Mr. Kancay, we have very serious business with you. We would be very happy if you helped.