leblebi- roasted chickpeas
(very tasty...)

yes it does.
what you wanted to say:
üzgün olmanı istemiyorum.

his:
I'm well dear, I know English, I was amazed when you spoke Turkish, I was thrilled with your Turkish, you are so sweet... Where did you learn Turkish?

yours:
Sana cevap vermek için biraz Türkçe öğrenmeye çalışacağım.

with onion

Hello sister in law, how are you, I didn't have phone credits so I couldn't answer, if you come to Turkey, and bring the laptop computer my big brother bought for me, you can talk with Hilmi from here. It would be good. Kisses

PART 53,

The luxurious cars, that filled the parking lot of Asanbay Café, gave enough information about it's insides. It was obvious that the new rich of the city were going to make the most of this night. I found a place with great difficulty and parked the car. In spite of the time being night and the weather overcast, the white cover that covered the city, was creating a glacial luminousness. The garden of the café, which used to ferment vivaciously with customers, was completely desolated now. But the garden lamps and the lights at the entrance of the café, that turned on and off- just to spite the outside frost- were creating a warm, inviting and exciting sight. One Kyrgyz and one Korean security guards, who were waiting in front of the outside door, smiled with respect, greeted and opened the door. We passed the hall, I pushed the salon door and made way for Shahid. Immediately as we entered, the warmth of the room and the joyful laughs of the crowded customers hit our faces like an unvisible wave. The Korean restaurant headwaiter, who was sitting on one of the stools in front of the bar, came near us smiling; saying "Welcome!", he showed us the table our friends were sitting at. Then he pointed to one of the waitresses and told her to take the coats we took off to the cloakroom. While moving among the tables I looked around. I was right with my guess: It seemed that the customers, mostly women- from first sight- were almost all rich. When we got near our table, the first one who noticed our arrival was the Japanese lecturer Hakiko Tosumoto. Indicating us she said:
"Ooo, the sirs came at last!". In a moment whoever sat at the table turned towards us and all of them, took advantage of our being late and began to tease us.

tomorrow night I promise I will come, kiss you a lot sweet girl

Part 52

When I parked in front of Classic Café, the time was five. Exactly as I guessed, it began to get full from now. And a few empty tables were reserved ahead for tonight and unfortunately, one of them was exactly a table I liked in the entrance of the interior part. Yana, one of the waitresses, who saw that we were looking for a place, came to us quickly:
- Wait a minute" she said smiling and went to Arman the headwaiter, who sat by the first table at the entrance of the café. While I was waiting for her I sent a quick look to the room. All the female and male customers, who were sitting, were well dressed and it was obvious that they were rich people. I felt that two young ladies who sat by the window were looking at us carefully; but I ignored them. We were going to sit here at the most for two hours. There was no need to enter an adventure with an unknown ending. At the meanwhile Yana came back with a joyful expression on her face and said:
- Father! This table is reserved for someone else; but if you like you can sit here till seven". I noticed that she stressed the words "Father" and plural "you". This tall and likable waitress, who was around twenty years old, was at the same time a university student. One day I showed her the recent photo that my son had sent to me and teesed her with "Yana, look! This is my son Mustafa... He will come to Bishkek this summer. I will make him marry you. Yana looked at the photo and asked my son's age, height and weight. After that, when I added that I'll marry them, put a thousand dollars in their pockets for the honeymoon and send them with my old Mercedes to Isık lake to Aurora Hotel, the poor girl became simply merry. Certainly she knew I was kidding; but she must have liked this joke very much because each time I dropped by the café, she made it a habit to come to me immediately and to ask smiling: "Father! Do you have an order?"

you're right- I didn't want to upset you

I guess you meant "anladım" and you're welcome