Private Lesson (Özel Ders)

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We're always trying to keep up with stuff.

Studying, love life,

friends, family, classes...

The list is long, and life isn't.

Being an adult may be all about development.

What about life lessons?

PRIVATE LESSON

That's where I step in

and become the person the clients need the most.

- Here she is! My art tutor Ekin. - Hello.

Not figuratively. Literally.

My counselor Ms. Asude.

Greetings.

I'm Azra, by the way. I'm a private tutor.

Clients decide the topic.

Just for you.

Look at it.

Girls?

I don't think the families need to know every detail.

After all, it's called a "private" tutor for a reason.

DÜNYA UNIVERSITY

FINE ARTS CLUB

CULINARY CLUB MUSIC CLUB

BIKING CLUB

Hey, girls.

What's with the idiot's getup?

And the name...

I can't read it. Is that Immo... Emo?

Yeah, it's "emo." Right.

It's the Immortal Literaries Club. What's so hard to read?

She's cranky too.

Afife Jale!

Her name's Jale.

I think she's crazy. Come on.

But... my name's Hande!

How do you not know who Afife Jale is?

I mean, there's the Biking Club, the Erasmus Club...

And this is the Immortal Literaries Club!

None of you know it?

- She's a lunatic. - Yeah.

Look at the place. It's a mess.

Hey...

Hande?

Afife Jale!

This girl is a mess.

Azra, I swear you're a miracle.

If it weren't for you,

I wouldn't be able to score a date with Tibet.

That's for sure.

Easy, girls. Someone's going to hear.

- I don't care. - We're in the bathroom anyway.

Well, I don't care if anyone hears.

It'd be better for my rep.

OUT OF ORDER

See? There's no one. It's out of order.

If it weren't for your tutoring...

You'd be walking around like, "What are we exactly, Tibet?"

Cansu!

He fell for me hard, though.

He all but begged me.

I swear you've built my image from the ground up.

You even called the dean as my parent.

There's no topping that.

This has been the most useful private lesson ever.

Stop exaggerating, girls. Let's go.

I'm not exaggerating.

Who knows how many lives you've touched and changed.

I'm understating if anything.

I want private lessons too.

I want to be noticed too.

I want to be Utku's girlfriend.

Are you crazy? Who are you? What is this?

Hi. I'm Hande. I overheard you in the bathroom.

Help me too. I'm begging you!

So you eavesdropped on us in the bathroom,

jumped me like a maniac,

and you're asking for my help?

- Yeah. - Good luck in life.

- Azra, watch the road! - Are you insane?

I hate how they stare at each other while they drive in the movies too.

- Get out, then. - Never.

Oh, you're going to.

I won't.

Such nerve. Seriously!

You want me to call the cops?

But your phone's here.

What exactly do you want?

I want the lesson Melis is taking.

I mean, you could build my image too.

How to attract a boy's attention and stuff.

- It's not... - Don't try to say no.

Melis was talking about how you changed lives.

You didn't object, so there must be others.

You're smart too.

I'm surprised.

You're being rude.

And what you're doing isn't rude?

Please.

Please. Azra, I'm begging you.

Please. I'm begging you. Please.

- Unlock the door. Let's talk. - Here.

Here.

I would've told my aunt if you'd refused anyway.

You would've told your aunt?

How old are you, five?

Go ahead and call her. Tell her I said hi.

Because I'm not helping.

Your call.

Hande?

Hey, Auntie. How are you?

What was wrong with you today? I couldn't talk in front of others.

We'll talk about that later.

There's something important I want to tell you.

Make it quick, Hande. I'm swamped.

Right. I get it.

It's not easy being the dean.

Let's talk later, honey.

I need to go now. See you.

- Give me that! - Bye.

Give me that!

Did you just yank my hair?

How old are you, five?

So you're the new dean's niece?

Just to be clear, what were you going to tell her?

That you were waltzing around the campus mingling with the students.

You are smart. You're the first to notice.

I'm surprised.

Afife Sherlock Holmes.

Don't underestimate the great Afife Jale.

Stop playing around.

All right. Just put it there.

Be careful with that box, man.

Some people.

Oh, come on. They're blocking the entire street.

I hope it doesn't break.

Hey, man.

Dude, you're blocking the street.

At least move the boxes so we can get home.

Just hang on, lady.

The building won't run away.

Please just move the boxes, guys.

Let the ladies through.

What the hell?

Want to sneak in here too?

No, that's absurd. I'll be back tomorrow.

That's good to hear.

By the way, don't snitch on me.

Never! I can keep a secret.

See you. Oh! Which floor was it?

Second.

All right. Second.

Oh, come on.

Excuse me!

Hello? Anyone?

Oh! Sorry.

Welcome to the building.

Hi, lady. How can I help you?

- You're the... - Burak.

"Unit 3" is enough, I think.

I'm downstairs.

Not that you can see the door number because of the cabinet.

Please move it so I can get into my apartment at least.

I mean, I can't move it right now.

Is that so? When, then?

Not sure. You'll have to wait, lady.

Here, man.

"Lady"? Seriously?

Good morning!

Right. I forgot about you.

Damn you, Mercury retrograde.

This is more like a meteor.

- What was that? - I was saying you crashed into my life.

I don't get it.

That's what I'm talking about.

Yet you want tutoring.

I excel at classes, though.

I did a little research before I came here.

A little. Sure.

All right. Here goes.

The Art of Seducing Men,

Women and Men,

Time for Change.

Not that changing is the key, but...

Hande.

Yes?

Easy.

Calm down. Coffee?

No. I can't have coffee.

It makes me all energetic and talkative.

- Stimulants have that effect... - Okay. Chamomile tea.

Tea is fine.

You're amazing. You look so gorgeous.

Keep your chin down.

Give me that beautiful laugh.

Why do you think

people think I act like I'm old?

Not that I'm going to live my life based on what they think.

They've all sold their souls to social media.

They don't even have a personality.