Chapter Four

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                ~Almost 3 years ago~
The phone kept ringing until he finally picked up.
Nihan : Tarkan where are you? You missed the birth of our son. (Silence)He is so beautiful. He has your eyes, your nose, your lips. (Still silent) Tarkan!
Tarkan : Nihan, Nihan I'm sorry (sobs)
Nihan : Tarkan! Sorry? Sorry for what it's okay you just need to come here and get us.
Tarkan : I'm sorry Nihan.
Hangs up.
Nihan : Tarkan! Tarkan!...
I tried calling him back but it didn't go through.

"Tarkan!"

"Nihan," Azra tried to hold back her tears.

She sat next to me and held me tightly. I tried calling him again multiple times, I tried with Azra's phone but nothing.

"He...Azra..." I tried controlling my breathing.

My chest, my throat was in a lot of pain. My mind wasn't right. Azra made it worse when he tried calming me down holding me but I broke down when my son, Aslan was brought to me by the nurse. I cried so much my eyes were in pain and swollen.

My baby's touch, his voice as he cried, everything about him gave me the strength that I gathered and went up to Sahin residence.

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"Tarkan! Tarkan! Come out and face me as a man," I cried in front of their mansion.

"Nihan!" Azra tried to hold me back and urge me to leave but the whole family came out.

Kadir Sahin being the first one and his men who blocked me. I was still holding my son but they dared point guns at us.

"Get out of my property! Genco get this girl away from here now!" Kadir yelled.

"Baba(dad)! Genco don't!" Tarkan yelled.

Aslan cried, I held my son closer in to my arms as Tarkan slowly walked up to me. As much as it hurt me what he said to me. As much as I couldn't hold back my tears I still wanted to hear it from him.

"Oglum!" His father called after him but he didn't turn back, he stopped right in front of us.

"Tarkan are you leaving us? Are you leaving our son?" I cried.

He held my hands

TARKAN
You need to leave Istanbul, Nihan."

"Take our son, and leave... don't call me and don't try to find me."

Nihan pushed me away.

"What!" She exclaimed.

"Tarkan what are you doing? You love me, you were an anxious to see our son, you said you would do anything for us," she cried.

The way she looked at me had me so weak. I was in so much pain inside. Seeing my son, my baby boy crying in her arms yet I wouldn't hold him, I wouldn't do be with them anymore, it made me bleed inside, it ripped me.

"Do as I say Nihan." I clenched my jaws.

"Nihan!" Azra whispered holding her.

"You will regret this Tarkan," Azra warned.

Without saying another word, Nihan took one last look at me with teary eyes, broken and she left.

"Oglum(son)" I heard my mom call me.

They say a mother knows her child very well and she knew that I wasn't okay. She knew my heart was broken but there was nothing she could do. As long as Kadir was around, no one would go against him.

Genco was ordered to go make sure they left but I stopped him.

"Oglum(son)!" My mother yelled when she saw the guards pointing their gums at me after I beat Genco up and went after Kadir.

"Tarkan, Oglum(son) remember what we talked about don't make this harder on yourself," Kadir spoke.

I was very close to blowing off Kadir's head.

"Drop your guns now!" Kadir yelled at his men.

I stood there for a while imagining how at peace I would be seeing my father dead.

"Tarkan!" Hakan my older brother warned me.

I put my gun down and walked away. My mother came after me.

Nihan
Azra's mom waited for us at the door. Azra took Aslan to sleep inside and her mom took me in to arms.

"Kizim (daughter) what happened?" She held me closer and rubbed my back when I broke down.

It took a while before I actually spoke but Azra explained everything to her mom. She let us stay with her but we didn't stay there for long. That same night, Kadir's men found us. Azra's came screaming in our room and her mom helped us get away. We managed to escape and that is how I met dede Osman. He found Aslan and I as he was driving from Istanbul to Trabzon. He and his wife Ayse took as in, gave us shelter, fed us and gave us shelter.  They became our family.

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