EsZan One Shots - Aşk Mantık Intikam

20. Shenanigans (ep19)

This picks up from the end of ep19 where they almost kiss outside the wedding hall. But instead of being interrupted by a phone call, they are interrupted by the cacophony of wedding guests spilling out of the building.

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Esra jumped back, suddenly aware of where they were...of what almost happened. "I'm going home," she said, shaken.

"I...I will drop you," Ozan offered, equally shaken.

They turned towards the noisy crowd approaching them.

"What happened Abi?" Ozan asked the first man who caught his eye, who turned out to be the bride's older brother, Osman.

"The bus that was supposed to pick us up had an engine failure and is stuck many miles from here. Yusuf is trying to figure out how to get the guests back home, maybe we will do a couple of trips in the cars we have available."

"We are just heading back to Istanbul, we can definitely drop 2 of you." He turned to Esra for confirmation, "Right?"

"Of course!" Esra agreed instantly.

"I brought the driver today, so with Esra and me - that's three, and we can take two more."

The crowd hustled over to the parking lot, finding spots in the cars that were there, and before Ozan knew it, 4 of the men had squeezed into the back seat of his car.

"Umm, Abi, I can only take two," Ozan said apologetically.

Osman, brushed aside his concerns. "Ozan Bey they are all going to the same house, how does it make sense for one person to go in another car."

"What about me?" Esra asked looking confused. Was she supposed to squeeze into the back with these men, or have Ozan squeeze in. Neither of those were feasible options.

Osman clucked dismissively, "Esra, my dear, you can sit with your husband in the front, yes? It's only a few miles."

Esra's eyes opened wide in shock. Oh no, no, no! She was not sitting with Ozan in the single front seat.

"Abi, two of us cannot fit in one seat." She waved her hand frantically up and down the length of Ozan, "look at this tall man! There's no way! Hayir!"

Osman, rolled his eyes impatiently like he was talking to a child, "Esra hanim, you can sit in your husband's lap. It's not a big deal, di mi?"

Ozan spoke up, "I'm sure it's illegal for us to take so many people in the car. If the cops see us we will definitely be pulled over."

Osman laughed out loud, "Trust me Ozan Bey, the police have better things to do in our village. Most likely they are all sleeping at their posts at this time of the night."

He waved away their fears, laughing again at the very thought.

"I'm sorry." Ozan turned towards Esra and shrugged his shoulders, grinning happily - his eyes shiny, his dimples deep. It was the least sorry he had ever been.