Chapter 50

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Aziz sat in the garden, sipping on his whiskey, he didn't know what to do, he knew Emre would have to be told, he just hope he understood that he loved him and that was why he hadn't said anything.

He heard a noice behind him and turned to see Emre standing there.

"Can I join you in a glass of whatever you are drinking?"

"Please, let me get you a glass." He stood and looked at Emre, he looked as haunted as Aziz felt, with tears in his eyes, he walked over and hugged his son. "Let me get that glass." he said and turned to walk inside "Emre, seni seviyorum."

"Seni seviyorum baba." he answered. 

Aziz came back outside with a glass of whiskey for Emre and they sat and talked for a long time. He almost told him about the conversation with Can but he thought it best if Can were with them. He would tell him tomorrow. 

He watched as Emre sat in deep thought, sadness in his eyes. What could be bothering him, surely, he didn't over hear his conversation with Can.

"How is Leyla?"

"She is wonderful, too perfect for the likes of me."

"Ah, Emre, that girl has loved you for a long time, she has forgiven you many things, even what you did to Sanem."

"I know, Baba. Maybe I am not worthy of that love."

"Emre, look at me." he did, he turned his head, eyes full of sorrow "If you were not worthy, she would not love you. From where I stand, she has made you want to be a better man than you were. Maybe it is time for you to believe in yourself and not what others have tried to convince you to be. I know you are a good man, I know you have regrets but what matters is the man you       have become and how you treat others from this day forward."

Emre looked at him as if he wanted to believe him but was afraid, it was a look he had seen on Can's face many times.  He stood and placed a hand on Emre's shoulder.

"I am headed to bed, I have already told Can but I want to meet with you both first thing in the morning."

Emre nodded his head and Aziz walked off, before he walked through the door, he turned and looked once again at his son.

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