Döğru Insan Yoktur, Güzel Hatıralar Vardır Sadece

Part 3- The one with red lace nightgown

In prison, time passes differently. In fact, it doesn't pass. It stands and constantly reminds you of the fact that you are actually a prisoner of the time. While you are imprisoned, deprived of your freedom, your greatest enemy is yourself. Your thoughts. So it was for Celal.

He spent a full 6 months in prison. So, it's been 6 months since he saw Mahur. Celal finally is leaving the gloomy place, but he doesn't feel a shred of happiness about it. The moment he removed his hand from Mahurs during her visit when he told her to go on with her life, not to wait for him, to love someone else ... at that moment something died in him. If he will be out of prison without Mahur, then what is the purpose of his freedom?

As he was taking his stuff he realized that he was not mentally ready for what was supposed to happen outside. He was not ready to return to that fast tempo of life. He was not ready to see Mahur who continued with her life, even though he demanded it of her. Stepping outside the prison gate, into reality, he was greeted by the sharp air. He wanted to walk, but he didn't have the strength to do so. Instead of walking, he chose a taxi. Celal felt so empty as if he had touched the bottom of life. He wanted to see his daughter, but Hilal strictly forbade him to do it. He doesn't even know where she is. There was no place for happiness in his life. As he passed the streets of Istanbul, Celal remembered his prison friend Fuad.

"Marasli, what is happiness?", Fuad once asked him.

Celal told him about his two fortunes: Mahur and Zelis. However, Fuad was a true philosopher who was not satisfied with such a simple answer.

"Marasli gardas, now I will explain to you. Many people think that happiness is to be rich, to have money, companies, a lot of women ... but is it really worth it if they never feel that paradise in their hearts that you feel at the very thought of Mahur? Marasli gardas, a human is worth only as much as he is loved and as much as he loves. Everything else is transient in life. But love never. Love. One word, and the most powerful emotion. Our greatest virtue. Our whole existence is based on it. We fight our whole lives for it, and yet we hide her deep in our hearts. We suffer a lot, but we also rejoice a lot. We want to remain petrified forever at that moment as our hands touch the loved one, as our hearts beat in the same rhythm, as we know that someone's shoulder is the safest refuge we can find. Marasli gardas, you are not just in love. You are poisoned by love. So, do you want to make yourself happy? Ask the heart, not the mind. Why? Because their demands for happiness will be different. It will be hard. I know. But choose. Either enjoy it or spend your whole life regretting it. "

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How Mahur spent these 6 months, only she knows. In just one day, she lost both brothers, her father, and as if that wasn't enough, her beloved man went to prison. Celal lied to her all the time. He lied about the real reason why he entered the Turel family, in the first place. Despite all that, Mahur was convinced of two things - that Celal sincerely loved her and that he was certainly not the killer of her brother and father. So Mahur decided to forgive him for all the lies. No matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't stay away from him. She couldn't handle without his voice, without his "guzelim". But, here she is, 6 months later, she is dealing with all the problems, as a completely strong and independent woman. She has only one goal - that the real villain of this story ends up behind bars, where he belongs. In the past few months, she has launched a joint investigation with the prosecutor working on this case. They still have nothing for now, but she is convinced that she will manage to get Celal out of prison.

"Celal ...", Mahur whispered gently, looking at his huge photo that she hung above her desk in the office.

How much she was only injured after he told her to continue with her life during a visit to the prison. As if that were possible. As if it is possible to stifle the speech of the heart and destroy this great love. She had never seen him like that. He couldn't look her in her eyes. He lost all hope for a better future and sank like a Titanic. When she put her hand on his, she felt the well-known warmth of his soft skin. She felt his wish and the movement itself to touch her as well. He backed away. And he said what she feared the most- go love someone else.