DANGEROUS LOVE'S

Kenan's Letter Opened

One week after Kenan's death, Hazal's condition began to improve slightly. He had already begun to leave the room, although he still restricted his interactions with others including his family. Almost every day, he was just busy staring at the sky and playing Kenan's pen.

By noon, a car stopped right in front of the gate of the Aksal family residence. Mehmet and a brown-haired man about forty years old got out of the car. After passing through the gate guards, the two men managed to enter the mansion.

"Hello..," said Meral to Mehmet and his friend after they entered the house.

"You?" Meral squinted her eyes at her two guests.

Mehmet introduced himself and the person with him turned out to be a notary.

"Yes, yes, I've seen you in the hospital and at Kenan's funeral" Meral said after Mehmet explained who he was.

Meral invited them to sit in the living room. The Emir who was in the living room, immediately went out and joined them.

"Master and Lady Aksal, we came here because we wanted to meet Hazal. Can he get guests? Because I heard that his condition was not good" said Mehmet, who was sitting on a long sofa with his friend. The Emir was sitting on a single sofa next to Mehmet's friend.

"Hazal's situation was better, maybe Kenan's death weighed a little on his mind. I'll call him in a moment" said Meral, who left his two guests with the Emir and went upstairs.

Meral knocked on Hazal's room door slowly, there was no sound. The middle-aged woman tried to go inside. He saw Hazal standing on the balcony of the room behind him.

"Hazal..," said Meral gently. He touches his daughter's back to make Hazal aware of her presence.

Hazal turned to Meral. "Mother."

"Below there are two people who want to meet you," said Meral in a cautious manner.

"Who?" Hazal squinted both eyes."I don't want to meet anyone." Hazal turned his face away from Meral and looked back at the sky.

"He's Mehmet, Kenan's friend and a notary" replied Meral. "Meet them, there may be something important."

"Mehmet and... notary?" Hazal looked surprised to hear the words of her foster mother.

Meral nodded her head. "Don't make them wait."

"All right," said Hazal, who was walking after Meral.

Hazal and Meral walked into the living room. Mehmet still saw the streak of sadness behind the face as a shade of Hazal, he also saw his late friend's wife was still wearing all black clothes.

"Mehmet," said Hazal as she sat on the long sofa with Meral facing Mehmet and the notary brought by the man.

"Hazal, this is notary Murat. He is a notary of Kenan's acquaintance" Mehmet said as he introduced a man sitting next to him.

Hazal nodded his head at Mehmet and the notary.

"What need did you come looking for me for?" ask Hazal who is sitting back.

"Mrs Hazal, I came here because I represent the late Mr. Kenan Fallay. The client as well as the late husband of the Lady will read a will that has been made by the deceased while he lives," explained the notary Murat.

"Su.. Kenan's will?" Hazal scrunched his forehead.

Since when did Kenan make a will? He never even talked to me about it?

"That's right, Miss Hazal. One week before you were married, the late Mr. Kenan wrote the will in his own handwriting" Murat's lawyer said, retrieving the dossier in his bag.

One week before the wedding? It was the day of our return to Turkey.

Hazal stared intently at Mehmet's face as if she wanted to ask for an explanation from her husband's best friend, while the dark-skinned man simply lowered his head. The man realized the meaning of Hazal's gaze.

Kenan, now I have to endure your wife's anger. God, free me from this difficult situation.

"Well, can we start reading the will?" murat's lawyer asked everyone present in the room.

"Please" replied the Emir.

Murat's lawyer got up and began to read the will that had been made by his client.

"On Monday, April 6, 2020. I'm Kenan Fallay together to explain the following," Murat's lawyer said.

"One. That I am the rightful owner of the Fallay company and fifty percent of the Fallay company's shares. Owner of a Property Rights apartment with Letter of Property number 1234/5678 on behalf of Kenan Fallay who is located on XXX Street in Istanbul, Turkey. Owner of a BMW X1 55678 on behalf of Kenan Fallay. Owner of a personal savings account and five deposits in the name of Kenan Fallay.

"Two. That my property as referred to in number one above, at this time is not involved in any legal dispute, is not being used as a guarantee of any type of debt, he said, and not under seizure of the bank and any investment."

"Three. That I intend to devote all my wealth as the number one above to Hazal Aksal or by the name of Hazal Danner my legitimate wife."

"Based on this will, to Hazal Aksal I grant all statutory rights and powers to the executor of the will, especially the matter of holding and taking care of my estate, he said, until he is granted confirmation and liberation at all."

"To carry out this letter, I entrusted this will to Notary Murat Yahzaran SH, Notary in the city of Istanbul whom I know, and to whom I asked to be made the creed of this will." The sound of the will that Kenan made.

Notary Murat handed Kenan's will and handwriting and the property ownership papers to Hazal.

Hazal receives the files, and sees that her signature is already there. There was a big question mark on his face at this moment. He dropped the file on the table and approached Mehmet.

"Tell me, when did I sign all this?" hazal's voice made Mehmet look clumsy. His best friend's wife was already standing in front of him with both hands clenched.

Dear God, keep me away from the trouble Kenan has made.

Hazal remembers the arrival of Elif. He only realized that at that time he did not read the letters carried by Elif. His office mate covered his writing with his palm and only showed him where to sign.

Hazal was silent with a face full of anger, he felt that everyone had lied to him. Kenan, Mehmet and Elif.

"Really Hazal, this was actually Kenan's idea after you guys returned to Turkey. At first I didn't agree, because he was alive and you weren't married. But the reality turns out to be different" said Mehmet who tried to explain as much as possible.

"Say what are you planning? Why am I always the last person to know this?" Hazal clutches Mehmet's leather jacket.

"Hazal, can I explain" said Mehmet nervously.

"Why didn't Kenan ever tell me? Why does he always plan everything himself?" hazal asked while shaking Mehmet's body. Her tears are flowing again.

"Say...! Is he really planning to leave me this way? Say Mehmet...!" isak Hazal shook the dark man's body.

"At least if he talked about this first with me, he wouldn't be leaving now..," roared Hazal with a cry. He slowly removed his hand from Mehmet's jacket.

Mehmet was silent at Hazal's words. He doesn't know what to say.

"Delight just left this. He wants me to hand this thing over to you after he dies. Kenan said you like to keep your memories on a CD" Mehmet said, handing over a CD with his plastic box wrapper. The CD cover reads For my lovely wife Hazal.

"Enough!" shouts Hazal who brushed off Mehmet's CD. The CD box fell to the floor.

With tears in her eyes, Hazal ran to the garage and pulled out her car.

"Hazal...!" yang Mehmet who was trying to chase after Kenan's wife. Too late, Hazal's car has left Aksal's family home.

"Don't go after him" said the Emir, who was walking behind Mehmet. "Let him calm down."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Emir. I didn't mean to add to Hazal's grief." Mehmet felt guilty that his arrival might be too early.

"What's wrong. Hazal just needs some time to deal with all of this" the Emir said, inviting Mehmet in and patting the man on the shoulder.

Mehmet and the notary Murat handed over all the important letters to the Emir and Meral.

"We'll excuse you, Mr. Emir," said Mehmet and the notary.

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Hazal drove up his vehicle at high speed, his tears just kept pouring down. He stopped his car at the pine tree park.

The woman wanted to calm herself down, today for the first time she went out of the house after the sad event.

Hazal stepped both feet with heavy steps, he looked for a seat around the park which is famous for its artificial lake. Finally, he found a seat in front of the lake.

He rested himself in a long chair. Seen around him the lake was stretched wide, he felt like he was thrown into his past when he met Kenan for the second time and ended up equally drenched and in contention.

It's not your wealth that I want right now, Kenan. It's not the kind of marriage I want. Didn't you promise to end this together? You've made it, Kenan. You managed to give up your father, but why did you leave? Why don't you come back? You always say us and us. You and me. But why did you disavow? Why did you leave me? Why don't you take me with you? You're just like my mom and dad who left me alone.

Hazal breathed deeply. Her eyes and face turned red. He rubbed the liquid with both hands.

"May I sit here?" ask someone standing next to Hazal's chair.

Hazal turned to look at the man. "Please."

The man sat on the right side seat and Hazal sat on the left sis chair. There is a distance that separates.

"How are you doing?" ask Chief Prosecutor Onur. "I didn't accidentally see your car in front, so I thought you'd start opening yourself up."

"I'm fine, Chief Prosecutor" said Hazal, who tried to smile. A forced smile.

"I am deeply saddened by your husband's death" the Chief Prosecutor told Hazal.

"Thank you" Hazal replied.

"I'm actually trying to contact you or visit your house. But back then I thought you might still be sad," the Chief Prosecutor said as he lowered his head staring at the small stones under his shoes.

"Tell me what you want to talk about. I know you don't like to mince words" interrupted Hazal who was staring straight at the lake. His voice is cold.

"You really know me. Alright. Aaron Fallay has been in custody for almost a week. The police have submitted his file to the prosecutor. But I'm still waiting for your readiness." The Chief Prosecutor turned his head and met with Hazal's bead eyes.

"But I can't wait any longer. If you're still not ready to handle the case, I'll appoint another prosecutor" Attorney General Onur said.

Hazal turned his face away from the top prosecutor. "Give me some time. When is the last limit on Aaron Fallay's detention?"

"Tomorrow" replied the Chief Prosecutor. "I know this is your dream, so I don't want to take it away from you. Call me immediately. I'll go first."

Hazal stood up and nodded his head.

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