A couple of weeks back The Turk and I had to make a trip to the okul to have a chat with a bully on Daughter’s behalf. He pulls her hair and pushes her around a little. Generally if someone pushes her she will push straight back – no issue – but since she was diagnosed with alopecia areata the hair pulling freaks her out. She is terrified that with one yank a large chunk of hair will fall out and then “I will have no option but to kill him” is muttered in a manner that, frankly, frightens me a little.
So before Daughter is charged with pre-meditated murder The Turk and I popped down to the school to have a chat with the young man in question. As the bell rang Daughter’s classmates came out of the classroom and, if I gauged correctly, we were expected because they all surrounded us and pushed the boy into the centre of the circle. He stood with his head down looking terrified while being surrounded by Daughter’s classmates all whispering to each other. The Turk spoke to him quietly, assurances were given and the boy retreated down the stairs at breakneck speed.
It seems that all we did was escalate the problem which came to a head yesterday with the boy in question smacking Daughter in the face. So another trip to the okul this morning was deemed necessary.
The Turk and I went in ready for battle. The headmaster was extremely helpful, took us to the classroom and called the boy in question out where he was berated, slapped across the back of the head with a ruler (!) and sent on his way.
The Turk and I left the school feeling pretty comfortable that any issues can be put aside from that moment. As we stepped out of the school gate The Turk’s brother appeared. You may recall that this particular brother in law was the one who did not invite us (or my mother in law) to his son’s going away party and has had little to do with us since we arrived however now that The Turk is here he is as nice as cream puffs so I am going to refrain from bitching about him too much. He is also the brother in law who is building a home attached to ours causing one of our windows to be bricked up but again I am going to refrain from bitching about him too much. And just for a little bit more background information so you can truly judge his character he is the brother in law that runs a coffee shop / gambling house in the village. Is it legal? Bilmiyorum. I just don’t know. Basically he is a bit of a gangster in my eyes.
Brother in law has heard about Daughter’s woes and decided that he should go and talk to the school as well just in case we were not forceful enough with our language. I kid you not when I say he stepped out of the vehicle with his jacket over his shoulders, cigarette in hand, black hair slicked back. He was a 1920’s gangster. He was The Godfather. I literally started laughing at this point as I realised he intended to go to the class room and push this poor kid around a bit (apparently you can do that kind of thing here). Daughter was going to be mortified (or she was going to enjoy it a little too much).
The Turk and I stood outside the school waiting for either the polis to arrive and arrest him or us or Daughter or the poor boy. Brother in law re-appeared at the school gates and said, “I have taken care of your problem”. Yes he did say that! He’s The Godfather!
When we arrived home I went about preparing Daughter’s lunch when brother in law telephoned and requested The Turk come to the coffee shop immediately. It seems that brother in law contacted this poor boy’s father and the father was waiting in the back room to sit down with The Turk and his brother. The Turk is down there now. The last thing I said to him was, “Don’t rough him up too much”.
Oh shit! I hope he knows I was joking.
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