The Wedding Night...

Kudret's side of the story...

Baran told Ms. Kader to let him know when his father arrived. If he was to be honest with himself, knowing that his uncle had him on site made him fear for his dad. He had shot him once. He could easily do it again. However, Baran could not get past the fact that his father had allowed them to live all under the same roof. His family and loved ones were in danger, and it was partially his father's fault. Baran decided to focus his mind on work. He had left Dilan upstairs doing the same. Not long after, there was a knock on his door. "Come in." It was Ms. Kader. "Mr. Baran, your father just arrived. Would you like me to tell him you are waiting for him?" He thought about it. For some reason, he didn't want to have this discussion at the mansion. "No, Ms. Kader. I'll look for him myself. After Ms. Kader, Baran excited his study and closed the door behind him. He headed to the second floor to look for his dad. Baran knocked at his door. "Yes?" He answered with determination. "It is me, Baran." The door opened seconds later. "Baran?" His father didn't seem to give credit to the fact that he was in front of him. "If you have time... We need to talk." Baran saw his father's eyes lit up with excitement. "Yes, of course. Come in!" Baran moved his head sideways. "Not here, let's go." He led the way, and his father followed in silence. They left the mansion, and the truck was outside waiting for them. They got in the vehicle, and Baran drove away. He knew where he wanted to go, but he didn't take the time to share the information.

It was a short ride to the farm. They got out and walked towards the stables. His father was visibly puzzled by the choice of location. Baran stood in front of Firtina. The horse had always been special to him, and after Dilan, there was a new bond between him, his wife, and Firtina. She was witness to their love story. And also the injustice done to his wife. All because of a lie. He was forced to punish her with his own hands. He clenched his fists in anger with himself. Shaking his head, he tried to focus on the moment. He needed specific information from his father—information about Hassan. "Remember when you taught me to ride? Firtina was just born. You gave her to me and said, 'From now on, you are bound together. If you take care of her, she will take care of you. She will be loyal to you for a lifetime. She will learn to read your emotions, happiness, fears, sadness...' What do you think she is sensing now, father?" Baran patted the horse's head without looking at his dad's face. "Son! Listen to me..." Baran interrupted him. "That is why we are here. I'm giving you this chance to tell me everything. Not only why you lie to me, but everything." His father repeated. "Everything?" Baran turned to him. "Yes. Everything that led to my mother's death. I've come to analyze Hassan's these past few days. The man is twisted, but he doesn't just attack. His motivations always come to the plate: power and money. So what was he after? When he attacked Dilan, he did it to prove his power to Mr. Hikmet. Şihar? Money and to prevent me from learning about his dirty business. He always has a goal. But I think there was something else back then, wasn't it? Something that prompted his sick mind to try to kill his own brother."

Dilan could not concentrate on the document in front of her. She was worried about Baran. She decided to check on him. On her way to his office, she found Ms. Kader leaving his study with a coffee cup. "Is Baran inside, Ms. Kader?" There was concern on her face. "No, Dilan. Mr. Baran left a while ago with Mr. Kudret." Dilan was confused. "Left? Left where?" Ms. Kader shrugged. "I have no clue. They got in Mr. Baran's truck and headed out." Where did her husband take the man? "Thank you, Ms. Kader. If you hear anything, I'll be upstairs." She nodded and headed for the kitchen. Dilan decided to wait in their room. Maybe Baran had sent her a text or had called. Upon entering, she went to pick up her phone. There was, in fact, a text message from Baran. "Do not worry, my angel. I'm at the farm with my dad." Knowing where they were was a relief. Still, Dilan could not help but be worried. She wanted to be next to Baran, but she understood this was a conversation he needed to have privately. Her phone made a notification sound. Thinking it was Baran, Dilan looked at the screen with hope. Nothing further from that. It was Ms. Gözde. "Can we meet?" Dilan was thrown off. Why would she want to meet? Or had the result already arrived? She dropped the phone on the bed and checked her computer. She went through a bunch of emails, and there it was. The laboratory had sent the results that afternoon. 'Quicky than I was expecting.' She thought. Dilan already knew what the outcome would be. She had no reason not to believe Mr. Hikmet. However, she was nervous.