The Wedding Night...

Last confessions...

It was already the morning. Dilan was pacing the hall leading to the main door. Baran told her he was on his way but gave her no details. She only knew that he asked Kerem to take care of something. She heard his truck as he parked outside. She could not wait, so she went to meet him outside. She opened the door and ran to his arms. He hugged her tight, burying his head on her neck, and breathed in. She pulled back to examine his body. "Are you okay? Nothing happened to you, right?" He indicated no with his head, then added. "I'm fine." She searched his eyes. They were brown. He was fine physically, but something was bothering him. "What is it?" He grabbed her hands and took them to his face. She cradled him, and he reacted by closing his eyes. He was trying to calm down. 'What happened?' She wondered. "Let's go inside." He told her. He began to move, but Dilan took hold of his arm. "Baran, where is Firat?" He dismissed her question and walked inside with her. As soon as they went through the door, they were met by the rest of the family. "What happened? Did they catch him? Where is Firat?" Everyone had a question they would like Baran to answer. "Let's sit." He suggested. They headed to the living room and sat around her husband. He would not let go of Dilan. She covered his hand with hers and caressed it. She figured he needed the comfort. But why? Did Hassan run away? "Hassan called me, and he threatened me with Dilan's life. He wanted to meet Firat. I called him, and he agreed. I had Okhan followed him, and once Dilan was safe, I joined them..." He paused. "Son?" Baran pinched the bridge of his nose. "There is something you need to know. Ms. Evin... Ms. Evin is Firat's real mother." Dilan was stunned. Everyone manifested their disbelief, everyone except Ms. Azade. Baran's eyes were fixed on her. "It seems you already knew that, grandmother. Didn't you?"

Holding her cane with both hands, she replied. "I knew... Hassan's wife could not conceive. She had tried, but it was all in vain. That woman... Ms. Evin... She showed up one day, saying she was pregnant. She thought the baby was her ticket into the family. I talked to Hassan, and we agreed. The child would receive the Karabey name, but not as that woman's son... That woman gave him to us, and so he was raised." Gül asked. "Does Firat know?" Baran nodded. "Ms. Evin told him herself." Dilan was sympathetic towards Firat, having gone for something similar herself. "Baran, where is Firat?" Instead of answering her, he continued with his narration of the events. "Firat didn't believe them. He was in shock. There was some back and forth. Hassan's idea was to have Firat join forces with them to go against me. But he refused. Hassan lost his patience. He screamed at Firat, trying to break him, but his position never changed. Then someone called Hassan, and before we knew it, he was holding a gun to Firat..." Dilan heard Gül's silent scream. "Nothing happened to Firat, but there was a struggle to control the weapon. The gun went off, resulting in Ms. Evin getting shot... Hassan is now in police custody, Ms. Evin is undergoing surgery, and Firat... Firat is being questioned at the police station. I already called Kerem to help him." When he was done talking, Baran stood up and dragged Dilan with him. Cihan asked. "Brother, where are you going? We need to be with Firat." Baran turned, and Dilan noticed pain in his eyes, but not because of Firat. Those feelings were directed at his brother. "I'm going to change and head over there." Cihan said, "I'm going with you. Our cousin needs us more than ever." She saw Baran hesitating, but he finally agreed. They went upstairs together in silence.

Baran was sure Dilan knew there was more to the story, but she didn't ask him. She was holding back for him. Once they entered the bathroom, he turned to her. "I'm taking a quick shower, and then I'm headed out." She was studying his face. He tried to put his best poker face forward. However, there was no fooling his wife. "I'll have a fresh change of clothing ready." He nodded, glad she didn't press on the issue. After removing his clothes, he went in. He remembered what had just transpired as the water fell on his body. 'What would happen if he found out it was you who tried to kill his little brother not once but twice?' Then, another memory came to Baran's mind. 'Once my father is taken care of, I promise I will tell you everything...' Firat had been acting strange for a while. So that was what he was referring to. Baran shook his head. How was he supposed to deal with this truth? He wanted to punch Firat to a pulp. He wanted his cousin to answer for his wrongdoings, but at the same time, he could not overlook how much the man had changed despite the father he had. He fought with all his might to go against Hassan after being raised with hate as his only motivation. "Ahhh!" Baran punched the wall. There was no easy answer. A few seconds later, he heard Dilan. "Baran?" He took a deep breath. "I'm fine. Nothing happened. I'll be right out." When Baran was done, he got out of the shower. With no strength left, he wrapped a towel around his waist and entered the room. Without looking at Dilan, he sat on the bed. His head was hanging low, and his forearms were on his legs. He was fully aware that Dilan was observing him. He heard her go into the bathroom. When she came back, she had a towel on her hands. She approached him, so he spread his legs to make room for her. She began to dry his hair.