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Eda has a headache. She's still not used to this new rush inside the company, and now she had twice as work being the shareholder of the holding as well. And the fact that Serkan is not here... anyway, all the responsibility fall into her shoulders. She barely has time to catch a break when she hears her phone buzzing in her pocket. She checks the screen and it shows Aydan is calling. "Eda? Edacim?" Her voice sounds oddly anxious. "Efendim, Aydan hanim. Are you okay? Your voice seems-" Aydan doesn't let her finish. "Eda, they found him," she says, clearly emotional. "They found Serkan!" Eda chokes in her own saliva, and leans on the desk next to her. "NE? Aydan hanim-" She feels dizzy, what did she hear? Engin and Piril approaches her asking what's wrong, but she's too concentrated on the voice in the other line of the phone. "Evet, Eda! They contacted his plane and are on their way with the rescue team right now!", her voice filled with joy had some effect on Eda. She finally realized. It was real, Serkan was coming home. Her heart was about to combust, a feeling of relief and joy mixed with lightness. She was floating, her world was colorful again. He was alive, and he was coming back to her. She felt tears and her eyes as she opened the biggest smile staring at the recently hung up call. "Eda, you're scaring us! What happened?" Engin shakes Eda to bring her back to reality. "Engin, Piril...", she starts saying but her tears choked on her throat makes her stop midway to sob. "Serkan is alive." That's all she can say before she feels herself losing balance. Engin manages to hold her before she hits the floor and, with Leyla's help, sit her on the chair. They fan her back to her senses, and she gets up again. "Eda, please explain it to us. I can't contain myself from screaming, what did you say?" Engin was smiling from ear-to-ear, he couldn't believe it. "Evet, they found Serkan's plane. They're going for his rescue!" Engin, Piril and Eda celebrate by hugging each other when another architect calls for their attention. "Arkadaşlar, bak!" They all turn to the tv when a huge headline was popping on the screen:
"Famous architect Serkan Bolat is found"Serkan and Ender had left the woods now, they were closely watched by the rescue and medical team that accompanied them on the search. Serkan asked to make a call, but the head of the rescue team said they'd already contacted his family to give the news. "First and foremost, we'll take care of you. It's been weeks." The man explains how they were always looking at the wrong place, close enough to where they were but never too close to actually find any trace of their aircraft. He also asks for details about what happened on the crash and that they were so lucky to come out with only scratches and no broken bones. "But we'll still have the medical team do a full check-up on you. There was blood around, and the aircraft was not on its best shape. Care to enlighten us?" The men explain when they landed, it was pretty rocky and they passed out, waking up only a couple of hours later than the arrival with a killer headache. "I realized the back of his head was bleeding, and I was bleeding on my forehead," Ender says. "That explains the blood. But after the hospital, which is priority now, we'll need detailed explanation of what happened before and during the forced landing. Especially from you, Ender bey." The men nod and the rest of the ride is silent.
"I wanna see my son!" Aydan was screaming to poor Seyfi, who was blocking her way out of the house. "Aydan hanim, they told you to stay here. He will come home right after!" The woman shouted a loud "HAYIR", making Eda's head flick in pain. "But I wanna see him now, NOW Seyfi!" It was hard to make her understand, so Eda stepped in. "Aydan hanim, they need to check up on him first," she holds Aydan's shoulders. "And then they'll talk to him about the crash, and he'll come home. If you're there it will only slow things down, he's coming. Calm down." She hugs the older woman, who retributes the hug very emotional. "He's safe now, Aydan hanim." She hears Aydan weeping, followed by a "evet, he's safe and back to us, Edacim." They hear a knock on the door and Seyfi goes to host Engin and Piril inside the Bolat house to wait for Serkan's arrival.
On his way out of the hospital, Serkan dismisses the police escort. He's well and totally sane to go home alone. He had made a few calls and asked his chauffeur to wait for him outside, but he doesn't even need to step his foot out to feel all the blinding camera flashes pointed to his direction. "What the hell?" He forgot about the journalists. There was a lot to get used to again. He didn't even need to say anything and the police went outside and dispersed everybody, and his chauffeur/bodyguard helped him safely get inside the car without needing to say a word to any journalist. Sometimes these people had no limits, he wasn't in the headspace to talk to any media outlet right now. He grabbed his phone on his pocket and called his mother. "Serkan? Serkan, son, is that you?" He smiled. He was happy to go back to his mother. He couldn't imagine what she went through these past weeks. "Evet, anne. It's me. I'm fine, I'm going home. Tamam?" The line is silent. Then he hears low sobbing. "Anne, are you crying?" She laughs, and tries to regain composure. "Yok. I'm just so happy to hear your voice again. Come home, my dear boy. We're all here waiting for you, me, Seyfi, Engin, Piril, Eda..." Eda too? Eda was still there? "Tamam, anne. I'm going." With a smile, he hangs up the phone. But something's bugging him. His mom's mention of Eda. First of all, his MOM mentioning her. Second: he would've thought that, at least, she decided to break their contract and be gone from his life. "Peki, weird", he murmurs to himself and let this subject go to focus on the city landscape he so dearly missed passing by his window.
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Lost and Found - HIATUS
General FictionHe promised her when she opened her eyes again he would be back, so she opened... Yet he wasn't there. An EdSer shortfiction based on literally assumptions. My take on how I'd carry on the story from the point left off on bolüm 28.