Lost and Found - HIATUS

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"I will destroy you," Serkan's voice was intimidatingly low but steady, and Eda felt shivers hearing him. She should try calming him down, but he couldn't seem to take his cold eyes off the old woman sitting in front of him on the opposite side of the long table. "You were nicer when we met the first time, Serkan bey", Semiha provokes. Serkan was furious, maybe even more than Eda herself, with the audacity of this woman to come flaunt in their faces her power and all the dirty things she has done. But she was wrong if she thought she wouldn't face consequences, and Serkan would be front row watching her downfall. "If we've finished our conversation, then..." the old woman motions to get up and leave, but Eda yells. "Conversation? You came here to threaten us!" She also gets up and Serkan automatically gets up, putting his arm on her waist as a way to hold and prevent her from jumping on her grandmother's neck. "Yok, Edacim. I came to let you know my point of view in all this. I don't want my enemy snooping around my stuff. Understood?" She says with all the class an elegant, rich socialite can have. "He is not your enemy, he..." Eda stops. He wasn't her fiancé anymore. "Was... your fiancé, Edacim?" She gave them both a superior look, then continues. "Yok, to me he's my enemy. Poor choice of relationship, Edacim. Just like your father had." And that was the last straw, the breaking point. Eda couldn't hold herself anymore, she wouldn't let that unscrupulous woman come to her and insult her parents in front of her without getting slapped. She didn't care for respects anymore. She would've jumped on Semiha hanim if Serkan didn't pull her away, his reflexes not giving her time to move an inch closer to the devil in Louboutin shoes. "You need to work on your explosive behaviour, Edacim. I could've taught you better if you were raised by me." With that last provocation, she left. And Eda lost her composure. She didn't say half of the things she wanted to say on that woman's face and she couldn't even give her a well deserved slap. She turned to Serkan, and deposited all the anger she was feeling on him. "'Neden? Why did you hold me? Can you do me a favor and stop trying to control me?" She yells, completely out of her mind. "Eda," he tries. "Ne, Eda, ne?" She babbles something about how he's always trying to tie her down and control her life and choices but all he's focused is on the flick that quickly appeared with her yell. "Ne, Eda, ne?" They were outdoor, a place quite familiar to him but he still didn't recognize, and it was raining. They had no umbrellas on and he looked like he was chasing Eda. He wondered what had happened, cause her semblance and voice looked so mad. He focuses on the woman yelling in front of him again. He needed to talk to her, to tell her what he's feeling, what he remembered and reassure her they would defeat Semiha on whatever scheme she has going on. "Eda, bak," he tries. But Eda didn't wanna listen to a word coming out of his mouth. "I don't wanna hear another word, Serkan Bolat," she motions to leave and he holds her arm, not letting her go. "We'll get her, don't worry, she will be brought down," is what he's able to say before she yells him 'YETER' and storms out of the conference room. Was she always this stubborn and uncommunicative when she was angry? Engin comes in asking to review a project with him and he allows it, deciding to let Eda have some space and cool her head off so he could talk to her later.

"Eda nerde?", Serkan asked Leyla, obtaining a simple shrug as an answer. He pays attention to the short woman and quickly perceives she's hiding something. "Leyla..." he says in that typical Serkan Bolat reprehension tone. Leyla forces her lips to not open and give away Eda's whereabouts, in respect for not only her boss but her friend, but she was also terribly afraid of Serkan bey. "Ican'ttellyouSerkanbey," she says quickly and glue her lips back together, nodding. Serkan is annoyed and his expressions give it all out. "Leyla, my patience is running out!", he raises his tone. "Shewentforacoffeewithaclient, Serkan bey", she says quickly and facepalm herself. Serkan keeps staring at her until she lets out the name of the place. Serkan murmurs a simple 'teşekkürler' and is on his way out to this coffee shop.

Arriving there, he quickly scans the place looking for her familiar face until he finds. She's sitting in a two-person table, and although she had her back to where he was standing, he knew she was laughing about something the man sitting with her was saying. He discreetly analyzed the man a little, realizing his face was not completely strange to him. He is about to walk to their table when he sees the man and Eda touching hands, and a strange feeling of anger mixed with possessiveness takes over his body. Why was the man caressing her hand? And why was she letting? Wasn't she his fiancée, for God's sake? He may not remember, but she does. She shouldn't be holding hands with a stranger and in public. He realizes he's too uncomfortable with this situation and marches confidently to the table they're in. The man is the first one to notice him, and when his sight falls on Serkan, is a mix of surprise and cordiality. "Serkan...", he smiles. Serkan is forced to show a half smile back. "Eda," he turns to her. "Serkan," she exclaims. "What are you doing here?", she asks giving him a scolding look. "I was looking for you, we need to talk," he focus his eyes on her, still sitting. "I'm in the middle of a meeting here, Serkan. You can wait," she turns her face back to the man in front of her but Serkan doesn't take his leave. "Eda, let's go..." his tone is cold, and if that was the old Serkan, her Serkan, Eda could swear his tone was possessive, more than anything else. "Yok," she turns to him, her tone firm and angry, but before she could continue her sentence, she hears someone clearing the throat. They realize there's a third person witnessing all this and, although he wasn't really a stranger to their hostile behavior towards each other, it was very rude to argue in public. "So, Serkan, you can sit with us if you'd like," the man suggested, ignoring the frenetic nodding person in front of him. He gave Eda a reassuring look that it was okay. Serkan couldn't remember, so he wouldn't pick a fight, right? After pushing a chair from another table, there they were. Three of them in one table, in a kinda awkward situation and they were aware of it. "So... how are you? Geçmiş olsun!" he says his peace, and Serkan realized he knew about his accident. And for how the man was treating him, and talking to Eda before he arrived, he knew them for a long time. He simply nods and says a 'thank you', his mind pushing him to remember such a familiar face. The two could see the confusion stamped on his face, and a male voice asking: "Serkan, are you okay?" He looks at the man, narrowly analyzing his face, and then says: "I know you from somewhere, I just can't remember", Serkan says, thoughtful. Eda exchange looks with him, and a simple nod is the answer she needs to continue. She looks at Serkan, calling his name to get his attention. "This is Efe. Efe Akman, Serkan."