Finding clues

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Few days passed by, Murat was not able to find anything about Hayat or the baby. He kept in touch with Mrs.Duyal for any updates but in vain. He felt very anxious. He tried calling Suna but she didn’t pick any calls, his calls would end-up on the voicemail for the landline while her mobile went out of network coverage.

He calls his detective friend Aslan in Istanbul to ask help in finding Hayat and sends a picture of hers to him. He also tells about Emre and asks to trace him down. He mentions about his conversation he had with his college friend Suna and how he couldn’t contact her ever since and ends the call being hopeful of getting any info. Murat decides to himself go & check the suburbs of Western Istanbul that weekend. That was the place Suna has mentioned about Emre being last seen.

It was Friday evening. The team had a fortnight time for a quick vacation before they head for their next training consignment. Murat, Doruk & Kerem decide to head to the city where once his love blossomed. The three of them opt to drive and they reach home early hours of Saturday. They greet their grand mother Azime. After a small chat, Doruk & Kerem head off to rest. Murat sleeps in Azime’s lap while she gently strokes his hair. Sleep was far away from his eyes, but he needed to rest so that his mind starts working. He tried sleeping for a while like that.. but all he could see in his sleep was Hayat's  face and the baby which held his finger tightly.
He felt devastated, his condition was such that someone's life has started coming back and then again got lost.

Later that morning, around 10 am.. Aslan calls Murat to a coffee shop to talk something very important about Emre.
Murat takes a shower and heads off to the coffee shop. By the time Murat reached, his friend was already waiting for him. Aslan tells him that indeed Emre tried to marry Hayat convincing her father that he was from a wealthy family, but he couldn’t marry as she escaped right before the wedding day. He created fake documents that he & Hayat had a court marriage before she ran away. Since then, he was behind her to seek revenge. He tells Murat that according to the hospital staff, Emre has mentioned himself as her husband so that he would get entry into the private room where she and her baby were resting, but during the discharge he has signed up the papers in Murat’s name. The nursing staff weren’t attentive enough to check it. By the time Mrs. Duyal returned to the hospital, he was already gone with Hayat & her baby. Aslan gives a distraught look to Murat.

Murat sat frozen in his place, asked “Why do you seem distressed? Is there anything else?”

Aslan replies, “Murat.. Emre isn’t alone in all this, there is someone else who has been secretly helping that creep.”

“What do you mean?” Murat questioned.

“Murat.. I doubt it’s that woman Deriya behind Emre.” Aslan countered.

“Deriya.. that whore!” Murat clenched his fist, he was bubbling in anger but he managed to ask back, “What will she gain if she help Emre?”

“Trust me Murat.. even I’m trying to figure that out. I found a couple of security camera footages at ‘Sarte’ where Deriya & Emre were talking to each other. I followed her one day when she wasn’t heading to her usual home but going to some other house in another direction. First I felt it might be Emre’s place, but it wasn’t. Moreover I managed to find out information from that house-help that a girl was kept in the house secretively in a room. The servant doesn’t identify the girl nor she knows her name, It could be Hayat who is being captive.”

“Whattt..??” Murat was shocked with the revelation, “Give me the address fast!”

Aslan hands over a piece a paper to Murat in which some address was scribbled. Murat thanks his friend for the constant support and telling him to contact him if he finds anything else and walks away hastily towards his car. While putting the car to drive, he calls Kerem and tells him to reach a place as early as possible telling him the where-abouts.. some how Murat felt he would need help.

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