DANGEROUS LOVE'S

Childhood Stories

In the middle of the cold night and the storm that hit the city of Istanbul, Japheth searched for Hazal throughout the city. He went to the prosecutor's building, the Fallay company, Aksal's hotel and even to the club's night place just to find his lover.

With his long coat wrapped around his body, he got in and out of his car. The cold air pierced his bones and joints. Her clothes were soaking wet, making her body shiver with cold. Japheth went to the house of Hazal's friend whom he knew. Not much, but they did not know where his foster sister was.

The Emir's son staggered to hold back the strong wind that was about to tear him down. His footsteps came to a halt, when several tree branches came off and fell before his feet. Almost hit his head.

"Hazal...!" japheth shouted in the middle of the dark road without light. Not only were his thoughts and feelings chaotic, the appearance of this man was already far from handsome.

"Where are you...?" He was almost like a lunatic sitting on a lonely highway. Rain water, exposure to wind storms, lightning and thunder he did not ignore. His only desire right now, was to find the woman he loved.

At dawn, Japheth returned to his house empty-handed. With shuffled footsteps he entered the house, like a defeated soldier on the battlefield. He did not find anyone in the living room. Everyone is still asleep in their dreams. The eagle's eyes stared at the family photo hanging on the wall. A picture of his family during Hazal's seventeenth birthday.

Japheth stared at the photo long enough, until his eyes grew blurry. Around it looks dark. The sturdy and sturdy body finally fell to the floor.

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The Kenan Apartment....

The rainstorm last night had subsided, the sun was starting to shine all over Istanbul. The sunlight began to look through the window curtain of Kenan's room.

The owner of the room began to rub his eyelids, he felt something overlapping his chest and that was coiling around his waist.

His hand touched Hazal's long hair that had decomposed against his arm. He lifted his head slightly, saw Hazal still asleep on his chest and Hazal's hand was hugging his waist.

Kenan rubbed his face, he saw his sleeping position that had not changed. But Hazal had unknowingly approached her.

Is this my fault? I didn't touch him at all.

Slowly he moved Hazal's hand. For some reason since yesterday's incident, he really likes to look at Hazal's face. For a long time he looked at the beautiful face that was sleeping soundly on his chest. Kenan began to dare to caress Hazal's hair child who fell on her face.

Hazal, who felt something touch her face, began to open her eyes slowly. He saw that he was not sleeping on his pillow but sleeping on Kenan's chest. The Emir's adopted daughter immediately sat down in great shock. He pulled hard on his blanket to cover his body which was still fully clothed.

"What are you doing?" peeking Hazal accused Kenan of being disrespectful to him.

Kenan laughed while sitting next to Hazal. Hazal was still holding tightly to the blanket that covered her body.

"Have you never done that with your girlfriend?" asked Kenan with his flat face.

Hazal's face looked flushed with embarrassment and held in fury. As if Kenan's question was making fun of him and harassing him, "I don't have to answer your question!"

Kenan advanced his body position, making Hazal rewind his body to be cornered on the edge of the bed. Hazal's hand tried to hold the edge of the bed so he wouldn't fall. The woman held tightly onto the top of her blanket, she stared at Kenan's bead eyes that seemed to want to eat her this morning.

Aaron's son put some of Hazal's hair behind his ears, causing Hazal's heart to beat very fast. The brown-eyed bead twitched at Kenan's dark gray eyes.

"I wouldn't let a single thread stick to my woman's body if I had fucked her!" kenan whispers are full of emphasis.

Hazal's beads were rounded, he took off his blanket and saw that the clothes he was wearing last night were still intact and complete. Hazal immediately pushes Kenan's body until the man falls on the bed.

Kenan immediately stood up and laughed crisply at Hazal's dead-red expression. He even held his own stomach as he could not stop his laughter.

"You're a crazy man... asshole.. maniac!" hazal shouted loudly while throwing a pillow at the man.

Kenan immediately ran into the bathroom. In the shower she felt the cold water drenching her. Hazal's innocent face, sound asleep on her chest, still lingered in her mind.

The sound of water in the bathroom reached Hazal's ears. This time and opportunity was not wasted by the woman. He immediately lifted his blanket and stood up. He began to guerrilla open every drawer and cupboard in Kenan's room. When he saw Kenan's phone lying on the table, he intended to open the phone. But unfortunately, the phone uses a secret code. He put the phone back in its place.

Chequek....!

The bathroom door opened, Hazal immediately took her silence. His hand originally took a picture frame of a woman who was on the table. He stood back to Kenan.

The man had just come out of the bathroom wearing only his shorts and a towel he had wrapped around the back of his neck.

"Don't you ever touch my stuff! Especially this photo!" yelled Kenan who was standing in front of Hazal. The man's hand immediately took the picture frame roughly.

Hazal just looked at Kenan's face and the bare chest of Kenan's upper body exposed his abdominal and arm muscles. The fine hairs appear around the body around the chest, typical of Middle Eastern people. Granules of water flowed from her wet hair and Kenan's skin was pure white.

"I'm sorry, I don't know if he means anything to you. Your lover is so beautiful, you must love each other."

"He's not my girlfriend, but he's my mother!" screeched Kenan with an emotional face and a sharp eye.

Hazal's eye beads stared at the picture frame that was already standing on the table, he saw the graceful figure of a smiling woman there. Full of simplicity and motherhood. The photo was taken when Kenan's mother was young, about thirty years old.

"Where is your mother now? Do you live apart?" Hazal looked back at Kenan.

"My mother is dead."

There was a look of sadness on Kenan's face. He walked towards his wardrobe and picked up his short-sleeved shirt.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" said Hazal. He then sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Oh, it's over. My mother died a long time ago when I was ten." Kenan approached Hazal and sat down beside the woman.

"Did your mother die of illness or accident?" ask Hazal slowly. He didn't want to provoke Kenan's emotions.

Kenan looked at Hazal's face deeply. As if he wanted to make sure, whether the woman in front of him could be trusted or not.

"Sick cancer. My mother had liver cancer, but it wasn't the disease that actually killed my mother. But it was my father's attitude that had undermined my mother's health." Hazal gasped at Kenan's words.

Aaron Fallay is not really human, even he can torture his own wife.

"My mother never told me anything, she always smiled and hugged me. Even after I died, I didn't know my mother's feelings back then." Kenan took his breath. That hue of sadness emanated clearly from his face.

"When I was fifteen, my father sent me out of the country. I live with my mother's brother. My aunt told me that my father never really loved my mother. My father actually loves other women." Kenan's eye beads flushed in light of the events of that time.

Hazal held Kenan's hand. "I didn't know you had a dark past."

"After your mother died, did your father marry that woman?" asked Hazal who was a little curious to hear Kenan's story.

Kenan shook his head, he looked down at the floor of his room. "I also don't know why my father didn't marry that woman, sometimes I think I doubt my aunt's story. I don't know. Maybe she married another man. I also don't know what the face of the woman my father loved."

"My father always wanted to stay home, on the grounds that he wanted to remember my mother's memories in that house. Maybe my father regretted what he did for ignoring my mother."

Is it possible that a Fallay Aaron could regret his actions? Is that why this father and son have never been in line?

Hazal looked up at the ceiling. They both sat in silence. Silent. Their minds floated imagining Aaron's figure.

"Do you have a dark childhood story?" ask Kenan suddenly. His feelings are back to normal now. No more strokes of sadness on his face.

"I? No. My childhood was ordinary. I was born and grew up in a warm and loving family environment. My father, mother and brother loved me very much."

Hazal's lies are perfect. Even the beads of his eyes and his voice were all looking for sure, there was no doubt there.

"You're very lucky" said Kenan, staring at Hazal's face. He was quite relieved to have shared his outpouring of heart on the woman. At least Hazal has known her little by little.

Lucky said? My fate is far more terrible than your childhood, Kenan. Your father took away all of mine and my childhood!

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