Rejected as a Commoner, Wanted as an Heir

A hidden reason?

~Christian~

The weather today was chilly, cold. It was getting close to winter so it was understandable. I shut my car's door quite aggressively. Today, I drove down alone, giving my driver the opportunity to have the day to himself. I entered the small pub, warmth embracing me right from the entrance. The small furnace at one corner of the pub provided heat to the place.

Virtually seeking the chairman, I finally found him in a dark corner where he continually rocked his chair, delightfully watching the scene in front of him. His eyes lit a sparkle when an equally old man offered to pour more Turkish coffee into his cup. I realized over the few months that that was his favorite. He smiled, nodding approvingly of the act. I finally walked up to where he sat, giving him the privilege to notice me in the pub. It was a room filled with elderly men and women. They seemed to be enjoying the solo music being sang by a couple in the center of the room.

'There you are!' his eyes disappeared i