My Step Dad: The Hippie (Cici Babam)

Dear friends…

here is Hacı Tekin's çiğ köfte .

We're at his restaurant.

Tell us why your çiğ köfte is special, Hacı.

What makes our çiğ köfte special is pomegranate molasses, Mr. Ayhan.

-Really? -Yes.

My late father wanted organic produce

and bought a pomegranate farm far away from here.

My mother is there, handmaking all these.

And you also have a restaurant in Sweden, correct?

That…

That is correct.

I'm originally from Sweden.

My name is Ayşe.

He's my husband. And I'm my husband's wife.

We're full of love.

Don't hug me, I'm sweaty.

Hacı, tell us how you got into this business.

My late father left me in Urfa so I would learn from the best.

So your father gave you a hand?

Well, Mr. Ayhan… Hands, arms, kicks, uppercuts,

my late father gave them all.

These are bitter memories, of course.

-How do you like it? -To be honest,

I'm not very aroused by it.

Not aroused? Well, that's good, Mr. Ayhan.

That's between you and your old lady.

That's also between me and my husband.

Stop it. What don't you like about it, Mr. Ayhan?

It doesn't leave an interesting effect on the tongue.

"Not arousing, not interesting…"

What do you expect from çiğ köfte?

Here, let's see if this arouses you.

It's good, but a bit…

What did you put in it?

Viewers, here you can see he's aroused.

But that's… Oh, boy!

That's spicy şalgam! He drank it all!

Cut! I'm done!

When will this be on air?

BITTER END FAMOUS GOURMET ALMOST DIES

I love Ayhan Sicimoğlu. My big brother should've behaved better.

Fatoş, I'm nervous. Nobody will see us here, right?

Don't worry.

I intentionally brought you to where Mahmut's playing.

Not a lot of people come here when he's on stage.

I dedicate this next song to all those who rebel against the system.

But don't rebel against just everything.

We want our voices to be heard by the authorities.

But don't get me wrong, we're not against everyone.

I'm your protest musician, Mahmut Can.

I have a song for all of you,

written and composed by me.

My sister Fatoş knows it well.

It's titled "I'm Revolting But Against No One."

Shall we sing together?

I'll sing.

I'm revolting But against no one …

Fatoş, don't!

Come on already!

We've been seeing each other for one year. I wanna hold hands.

Please relax, baby.

But, Fatoş, what if someone sees us? My father would break your bones!

And your brother is here.

Don't worry, he's in his own world right now.

He's playing like this, see!

-You're so sweet. -Thanks.

Don't.

-You're hurting me. Stop. -Can I kiss you?

-No. -Just once.

-Come on! -I said, "No."

Are you going to kiss me against my will?

Am I a sexual object? What pleasure are you getting out of this?

What nonsense is this, Abdülkadir?

Why am I the pervert in this relationship? Why?

Come on.

-You! -Oh, no! Father!

Abdülkadir?

Didn't I tell you no girlfriends until marriage?

Come on, we're going.

You, girl, if you want to see him, we will ask your mother for her blessing.

Let us know if you're serious. Okay?

-Okay. -Come on. I'm talking to you. Go!

Thank you. You're always welcome.

Roads, oh, those roads

Those gravel roads

Thank you.

If we don't give our blessing,

will you kidnap Abdülkadir, Fatoş?

So funny!

I found a good man to marry,

and you make fun of me instead of being proud!

Oh, come on now. It was just a joke.

I'm glad.

We'll get to surprise Mom thanks to this pre-engagement ceremony.

We haven't seen each other in a year.

I can do with this break as well.

I'm going to focus on composing.

Composing? What are you talking about? Stop this music nonsense.

Why, honey, just let him be.

Music is the composition of romance, after all.

Here, brother-in-law, eat.

Thanks, sister.

Without you, my music would be an outcast dove,

seeing as my brother doesn't get my art.

Me? Nobody understands your art.

It's unclear if you're rebelling or just want to be a public servant.

You're just bad at prosthesis music.

Not prosthesis, it's protest music.

-Whatever the hell it is. -Don't get mad.

Look how nice it is. We're on a road trip, side by side.

It's as if we get to go on a honeymoon after all!

We're full of love.

-Open your mouth, I'll put this in. -Ayşe, stop it!

You put it in. Ayşe, you're suffocating me!

What's with this guy?

See how funny he looks? Like corn on the cob.

Why don't you sit in the back and we'll have fun with this guy.

Go on.

You're the murderer of the most beautiful emotions.

Go on, quick.

Go on.

What is it, uncle, did you run away from the circus?

I ran some errands in town and I'm returning to my village.

Can you drop me off in Konukköy?

Wow! My mother's village. What a coincidence! Hop in.

Thank you, lad. May your kindness grow in your testicles.

May your seeds resemble you.

What a fruitful blessing!

Uncle?

Don't those clothes give you a rash?

No, lad, don't worry.

But you might get a rash from your synthetic clothes.

I wish there were no clothes at all.

I wish we could walk around all natural.

What do you suggest, uncle?

That we walk around start naked?

This guy is on fire!

What do you do in this village, uncle?

My girlfriend lives here.

Is your rooster still crowing?

Sorry guys, I couldn't help myself.

The rooster will be silent until we get married.

Then may God bless you with a long life

so you can enjoy your rooster's crowing for years to come!

I'm unhinged, guys!

I'm curious as to who she is.

-Which way? -Right.

Oh, that's my mom's street.

So when will you two get married, uncle?

Her kids don't know about us yet.

She's worried about their reaction.

I will marry her right after we tell them.

Don't even think about the kids, just marry her.

He has the same fate as me.

Damn families!

I agree. You have five years at most,

do what you want while you can.

Mahmut and his jokes!

-Because to joke is to oppose. -Yeah, right.

Uncle, this is the end of the road.

-We're walking from here. -Me too.

So this is your henhouse?

He made us laugh so much!

Every household needs someone like you.

I'm just one guy, I can't be in every household.

All right, uncle.

-We're going this way. -I'm going the same way.

-Let's go then. -Let's go.

I bet we hear your voices.

There's going to be mayhem tonight!

Age is no concern!

I like what I'm hearing, guys.

Maybe I shouldn't be waiting.

After our jokes, he's now fully loaded.

I pity that woman.

We're unloading a fully loaded rifle on her.

Just get on with it.

-Hacı? -Yeah?

I don't like that this family is mocking romanticism.

She's right. Romance is no joke.

-Yes. -Take me, for example,

I rub my woman's heels every morning

with rose petals and almond milk.

This old man is very erotic, not PG at all!

Fatoş agrees as well!

-So funny! -Hey, guys.

You're such open-minded people,

and very fun to be around.

I hope that my woman's children will be as accepting

and as open with sexuality as you guys.

All right then, thanks. See you around!

See you!

So funny!

He keeps talking about sexuality!

We laughed so much, I hope fate doesn't hit back at us.

Hey, uncle!

May God give you strength so that you and your girlfriend can…

You got it!

May the sun always shine upon you!