Who's behind it? P2

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The next morning, Asi and her parents sat around the breakfast table, the sunlight casting a warm glow over their faces. Neriman was pouring tea for Arda, her delicate hands steady as she filled his cup.

"Thank you," Arda said with a nod.

"Neriman Abla, did you give our police friends outside their breakfast?" Asi asked, her tone full of concern.

"Evet, kızım," Neriman replied, a gentle smile on her lips.

"Tamam, thank you," Asi said, her smile widening slightly.

"Afiyet olsun," Neriman said, nodding before turning to head back into the kitchen.

"I'm going to the police station. They might have information about what happened," Arda said, his voice firm but calm.

"Do you think it's one of them?" Yasemin asked, her eyes narrowing with concern.

"No, I've dealt with the last one of them," Arda said, his voice edged with determination.

"Who's them?" Asi asked, her brow furrowing in confusion.

"The reason why we lost you that day," Yasemin said, her voice trembling as she recalled the past. "Your dad hunted the last one down to find you, but we didn't locate you."

Asi's heart sank, her eyes dropping to her plate. The weight of her parents' words pressed heavily on her chest.

"But we did find you now," Arda said, his smile warm and reassuring. "We're all together."

"Evet, we are," Asi echoed, her voice gaining strength as she looked up at her family.

"Oh my god, come on, let's hug!" Yasemin said, rising from her chair with enthusiasm.

"Askım again! I'm getting old; I can't stand every single second," Arda joked, his eyes twinkling with affection.

Asi smiled at her father's comment.

"Arda, gel, before I drag your ass," Yasemin said with a playful grin.

"Aaaa! Yasemin, bu ne? What are you saying in front of our daughter?" Arda protested, shaking his head but standing up as he knew she would do it.

Asi laughed at the playful banter between her parents. She stood up, her face bright with a smile. "Hadi, Dad, let's hug now," she said, extending her arms as Yasemin enveloped her in a warm embrace.

"Geldim geldim, my girls," Arda said, pulling both Asi and Yasemin into a heartfelt hug, his voice filled with love and relief.
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Deniz parked in front of Asi's house, stepping out with a commanding presence as he greeted the police officers and issued his instructions like a seasoned komiser. Just then, Alaz's car pulled up and parked beside him.

"Blondie, stop shadowing me everywhere," Deniz said, rolling his eyes with exaggerated annoyance.

"First off, I'm not even blonde. And second, I'm here for my girlfriend," Alaz shot back, his voice dripping with mock indignation.

"First off, I don't know; you just give me a spoiled blonde boy vibe. Second of all, if she's your girlfriend, she's also my best friend," Deniz said, shaking his head with a smirk.

"Aren't you supposed to be tangled up in your own impossible love story right now?" Alaz teased.

"Now you're just being a villain in my personal soap opera," Deniz said, rolling his eyes theatrically.

"Seriously, what's going on?" Alaz asked, genuinely curious.

"I don't know. We're pretending nothing happened," Deniz said, shrugging as if it were an art form.

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