DANGEROUS LOVE'S

Mehmet's Decision

After a grueling first trial, Hazal returns home with Japheth tonight. The man took Hazal to a place they hadn't been to in a long time.

"I want to eat kokorec," Yafet asked who parked his car on food street. Kokorec is a typical Turkish culinary made from compacted sheep intestines.

"I want a kokorec and a sandwich!" exclaim Hazal excited. "I'll eat in the car."

"okay!" yafet exclaimed who immediately got out of the car and ordered three servings of kokorec and three sandwiches.

A few minutes later, the man brought his food into the car. "Three servings of kokorec and sandwiches!"

"Wow!" Hazal's beads of shining eyes saw the three bread wrapping papers in Japheth's hand. The man gave Hazal a serving, and a serving he ate by himself. The rest were for two, though Japheth enjoyed more.

Japheth gave Hazal a bottle of cold drink. The woman immediately gulped down her drink quickly.

"I don't think I'm going to have dinner at home" Hazal said, clutching her stomach.

"Oh yeah? What if you cook pasta?" japheth seduced Hazal's head.

Hazal's face seemed to pout as soon as he heard Japheth's words. He couldn't stand the pasta on the dinner table. The man further teases Hazal by mentioning all of Hazal's favorite foods.

"I think you know me better than I do" Hazal said with a smile.

"You just realized it?" goda Japheth is back. A pair of eagle eyes stared at Hazal's face meaningfully. Hazal's eye beads looked glared.

Hazal was eager to put the kokorec wrapping paper in Japheth's mouth. Catch it for a few minutes.

"I can finally make your face express. Laughing and looking upset," said Yafet, leaning his head against the back of the steering wheel.

"Am I like a corpse before? A zombie? A vampire? Who can only walk without expression?" hazal asked, looking at Japheth's face seriously.

"I didn't say it" replied Japheth, who turned his face towards the window.

"Japheth...!" hazal shouted while beating the man's arm and chest.

Japheth fended off Hazal's hand but then he caught the woman's hand, making them both laugh together in the car. They recollect every memory they have made together.

An hour had passed, they had been in the house of the Aksal family. Lucky tonight, Meral didn't cook Hazal's favorite pasta. The hostess cooked roasted chicken, a favorite meal of Japheth and Emir. This time Japheth could not hold his stomach, as soon as he smelled the scent of his mother's roasted chicken.

"Hazal, there's a letter for you." Meral gave an envelope to her son while they were at the dinner table.

"Thank you, mother" replied Hazal, who opened the envelope and read the contents.

Hazal just sighed and put the letter on the table.

"What's it say?" japheth asked who was sitting beside Hazal. His mouth was still chewing on that spiced chicken.

"Call the Fallay company shareholders meeting" replied Hazal who held the letter back.

"I think they will choose Kenan's replacement" the Emir who just entered the dining room said.

"That's what I'm worried about." Hazal looked at the face of her foster father who was already sitting in front of her.

"Isn't the company your right, honey? The company was actually your father's milk. You're the real heir, not the Fallays!" exclaimed the Emir looked seriously at his daughter's face.

"The thing is I don't want to be President Director, Dad. I still want to solve my problem with Aaron" said Hazal, who played the tip of the letter with his finger.

"You can appoint someone to represent you in that company" the Emir said as he propped up his chin in both hands.

"Who?" hazal asked as he glanced at Japheth. Only that man can help her now, because he doesn't really understand the business.

Japheth, realizing that the corner of Hazal's eyes was pointing at him, immediately shook his head quickly.

"But." Hazal's protest was still greeted by Japheth's head.

"What if Kenan's friend? What's name?" The Emir tried to remember the dark-skinned man.

"Mehmet's?" ask Hazal. "All right, tomorrow I'll talk to him."

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"What happened to your leg, Hazal?" asked Mehmet who had just arrived at the company lobby. He saw a bandage attached to Hazal's left leg and a pair of walking aids.

"I had an accident, exactly a murder victim. A big truck hit my car from the back, before the collision happened I jumped out of the car. And the result you see for yourself" Hazal said with a smile.

"Did Kenan's father tell his men to harm you?" asked Mehmet who was still watching Hazal's feet.

Hazal nodded his head. He then invites Mehmet to go up to the eighth floor when the man mutters about Aaron's crimes.

Several employees were seen whispering when they saw Hazal and Mehmet at the company. Some greeted Hazal as Madam, and some bowed their bodies when they met her.

"You should not be surprised. Your message is everywhere. Maybe they're ready to accept you as the next President Director of the Fallay Company" Mehmet said as they were both in the elevator.

"That's what I want to talk to you about right now" Hazal said as the elevator door opened on the eighth floor.

Mehmet had to walk slowly to compensate for Hazal's crutches. Hazal stopped his steps when they were at the door of Kenan's room.

"Let's go in!" take Mehmet and open the door handle. "Didn't you want to talk to me?"

The figure of Kenan sitting at his desk with a cup of coffee and three pieces of his homemade biscuits overshadowed Hazal's mind. He sees himself talking to Kenan, enjoying the beauty of the sky with Kenan and talking about their vacation to the island of Bali. Those memories began to appear one by one like film rollers.

"You okay, Hazal?" asked Mehmet who saw Hazal holding his temple. He still saw the woman standing outside.

"I'm fine. This room reminds me of Kenan" Hazal said with her teary eyes. He began to move his crutches closer to Mehmet who was in the middle of the room.

"Maybe it's better if we talk about this somewhere else?" Mehmet was looking for a suitable place for Hazal through his cell phone.

Hazal shook his head, "We better talk here. We've reached this place anyway."

Mehmet finally agrees to Hazal's request. The two of them sat on two long sofas facing each other.

"What do you want to talk about, Hazal?" Mehmet started leaning his body on the back of the sofa. He was always relaxed in any situation.

"Mehmet, after Kenan's death will you side with me or with Aaron? Given that Aaron has financed all your needs and that of your family" Hazal said.

Hazal put both her hands in the indentation of her inner elbow. Mehmet seemed silent for a moment when he heard Hazal's words.

"I won't force you? But I want to know, whose side are you on right now?" Hazal's bead eyes stared intently at the dark-skinned man's face.

"I don't want to side with anyone, because I don't want to get involved" Mehmet replied as he lifted one of his legs and placed it on the other.

"Too late in saying that!" shouts Hazal sharply. "From the beginning you were involved, you sent a video of Aaron's men being killed!"

Mehmet rubbed his face violently and looked at the ceiling of the room.

"It was all for Kenan. I knew from the beginning that his father had made a mistake. I just want to open Kenan's eyes to see who his father really is."

"Then? Don't you want to help Kenan anymore?" Hazal looked at Mehmet in the face, as if she was going to give him an offer or a task.

"What do you want? Do you need my help?" Mehmet moved his body.

Hazal puts a document on the table between her and Mehmet. The dark-skinned man took the document and opened it.

"Be my representative to take care of this company, because I still have to punish Aaron at this time" said Hazal, who advanced his position and stared intently at the documents held by Mehmet.

Mehmet put the document back on the table. "You know, I'm not Kenan who likes to sit behind a desk staring at a laptop screen. I'd rather be on the field. I don't think I can help you."

"Even if it's for Kenan and his hard work?" hazal asked a little pleading. "I don't want this company to fall into someone else's hands or go back into Aaron's hands."

Mehmet was silent for a while, thinking about Hazal. The two of them turned their faces away from each other, the gazes of the two eye beads dodging each other.

"All right!" exciting Mehmet. "But this is only temporary, until Aaron's case is over!"

Hazal nodded his head and extended his hand to Mehmet. "OKAY. I hope you don't change your decision. This is not for me, but for your best friend."

Mehmet returned Hazal's hand and signed the power of attorney granted by Hazal.