Nihan
"Annem(mom) where are we going?" Aslan asked.I squatted right in front of him and out his marvin on him.
"Aunt Azra, you always wanted to go see her don't you?"
Aslan nodded excitedly.
"But why are you sad annem?" Aslan asked holding my cheek.
"I'm not sad baby I'm happy, I'm okay baby," I forced a smile.
"Come here "
I carried him in to my arms and when I turned around Tarkan was staring at us. He saw my tears but I looked away immediately and put Aslan in the car and got in too.
All this time I kept wondering how babaanne and dede are going to take it finding out I left without telling them. It broke my heart but I wasn't going to let them get hurt because of me. Aslan was asleep the whole ride till we got to Istanbul late. On the way Tarkan and I argued when I asked him to drop us off at Azra's place.
Eventually he did. Tarkan wanted to carry Aslan out of the car but I wouldn't let him.
Azra
We heard a car outside and went out to check who it was."Halit, are you expecting someone?"
"No darling," Halit responded.
I tried to see who it was but I was blinded by the head lights of the car.
"Azra," a familiar voice called me.
"Nihan!"
They got closer and I could finally see her. She was holding her baby, Aslan.
"Nihan!" I exclaimed and ran to hug her.
"I thought you were not coming until next weekend, what happened?"
She was silent and she seemed unhappy and that's when I saw Tarkan carrying bags. I looked back at Nihan wondering what was going on.
"Nihan what's going on? Why are you with this man?"
"I'll explain later I need to put Aslan to sleep please," she spoke.
She looked so tired.
"I'm sorry," I helped her carry Aslan inside.
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"Tarkan Sahin, I know everything that happened between you and Nihan," Halit spoke.Tarkan just watched him silently unbothered by his words.
"I know about you and your family, you need to stay away from Nihan and her son!" Halit warned harshly.
Tarkan took out his gun on him and he start trembling, begging for his life and apologising.
"What happened? You seem to have studied my history, you didn't know I could kill you if you don't shut your mouth hmm?" Tarkan asked.
Halit trembled in front of him. He couldn't control his breathing or shaking.
"No! Tarkan! Halit!" Azra screamed from the door.
"Tarkan no!" Nihan followed her behind.
"Tarkan stop this right now!" Nihan warned.
Tarkan put the gun away. Azra held Halit and checked if Tarkan hurt him. Tarkan looked at Nihan not regretting at all.
"Leave now!" Nihan asked Tarkan.
Without arguing, Tarkan got in to the car and left.
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Tarkan
My mind was so occupied I didn't realise what time it was. When I arrived heard Hakan yelling inside."Baba you always let him do what he wants, he needs to be controlled. Look what he got us in to now" Hakan spoke.
(Dad)"Ne? Ne?" Tarkan
(What? What?)"Say it to me directly Hakan I'm right here!" Tarkan
"Oglum, no that's enough, Tarkan go and wash up your everyone is waiting for us for dinner," Kadir insisted.
(Son)"I'm not hungry, goodnight," Tarkan responded and went to his room.
Tarkan has never been the same for years. He was always serious, fierce and he feared nothing. He even scared his whole family and no one dared question him apart from his eldest brother. Tarkan went upstairs.
"Oglum gel," Kadir spoke.
(Son come)He was so furious he wanted to go after his brother instead he went with his father and joined the rest for dinner.
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I unbuttoned my shirt in front of the mirror and saw the gunshot wound.. I had long forgotten about it yet I wasn't heeled completely. It didn't matter anyway. All that mattered was that Nihan and my son were back home safe even though she didn't want to see me. It was okay, I will give her time but I wouldn't stop think about her and my son. He was so big right now, so handsome. I wouldn't ask for a better family or a better life. I wasn't there when my son was born and I will live with that regret for the rest of my life but from now on, no one will come close to my family not even my father.I took a quick shower and just before I got out, I heard my phone ring. Deniz, ofcourse it was her. She had been calling me for days now and she was getting on my nerves. I rejected the call and blocked her. I put my phone away and just laid down.
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