
Twelve years later.
After the incident Hazal is locked in a warehouse. The Emir of Aksal decided to punish Japheth, by putting his son into a boy-only boarding school, until he completed his Senior High School education. Then Yafet went to Columbia University in New York, USA and majored in business economics to continue his father's business.
Hazal is in Istanbul, Turkey. Living with the Aksal family. His adoptive parents put him in an international public school. He currently sits in class XII at the International Senior High School of Istanbul.
Since their separation, the two sons of Aksal rarely met and rarely communicated with each other. They spend their time with different activities. During their school holidays, they also do not spend time together. From childhood they could not be close like two brothers. How did they meet when they were adults?
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Hazal observes herself in front of a large mirror in a famous designer boutique in Istanbul. The little girl had grown into a girl who was going through her teenage years. Two more days he will celebrate his seventeenth birthday. He can't wait to see that. His adoptive parents will throw a very lively party at the hotel owned by the Aksal family.
"perfect." One word came out of red aunt Hazal when she tried on her birthday party dress.
"You look really pretty, Hazal," says young designer Alina Gurman, who designed Hazal's party dress.
"really?" asked Hazal with a happy face and beads of beaming eyes.
"That's right, Miss Aksal. You're like a princess. The Princess of Aksal. After your birthday party is over, there will definitely be a lot of guys who will ask you out" said Alina, who is busy checking out the dress worn by Hazal.
"What did you say? Father and Mother will definitely interrogate them one by one" Hazal said with a crisp laugh.
After saying this, it flashed through his mind a name he had not met for a long time. There was someone he expected to come to on his birthday. Somehow he's doing now, what he's doing. Their farewell without a word. It is not the feeling of longing or love of a couple, but rather the feeling of guilt and debt an explanation that has not been resolved.
What would he do if he met me later? Does he still hate me like he used to? Will he come to my party later?
"What do you think, Hazal? Have you found your prince?" alina asked who was looking at Hazal who looked dumbfounded in the mirror. The young designer tried to tease Hazal.
"Sir..you mean the prince for my dance partner?" hazal replied nervously and blushed in embarrassment.
"No, what I mean is your real prince" Alina said with a serious face.
Hazal laughed with her face red.
"You're still teasing me." The girl answered Alina's words while turning her body in front of the mirror. Observing the beautiful dress that was attached to her body.
"Look at your face flushed. Even though you haven't been wearing make-up," said Alina who was still curious about Hazal's shy attitude.
"Based on you...!" joked Hazal while pinching Alina's arm.
After Hazal finishes trying on her party dress at the boutique Alina Gurman, Hazal tells her personal driver to head to HOTEL AKSAL.
This five-star luxury hotel belongs to his adoptive father, Emir Aksal. The hotel he'll use to celebrate his birthday.
VISUALIZATION OF THE HOTEL AXAL
When Hazal arrived at the hotel lobby, he was greeted by the hotel staff with a smile and a friendly greeting. Hazal answered them with a nod and a smile. He immediately walked towards a hallway to the left of the reception desk.
The hallway is walled with dark brown wood. There are 3 elevator doors facing each other. Only one elevator door on the far right has access to the President Director's room, where his adoptive father works. Hazal came in using the elevator.
Hazal is now on the 15th floor. The elevator door opened, the girl walked straight ten steps, then turned to the right. In front of him saw Madam Rachel, the secretary of her foster father who was working on something in front of the computer.
The woman, who is in her 40s, has worked for a long time at this hotel. The woman greeted and gave a smile to Hazal.
"Hello, Miss Hazal?" greet Madam Rachel with her fluffy smile.
"Hello Mrs Rachel. Is my dad inside?" asked Hazal who was standing in front of her foster father's secretary.
"Yes. The Emir is inside. Come in" replied Lady Rachel who walked and stood at the door of Emir Aksal's room.
Hazal walks to the spot where Lady Rachel is standing and starts knocking on the wooden door.
"Get in...!" exclaimed the Emir from inside his room.
Hazal opened the door and walked over to her foster father.
"Hi Father..," said Hazal, then he kissed the Emir's cheeks.
"Hi beautiful father's son. What about your party dress? Do you like it?" the Emir asked and kissed Hazal cheek back.
"I like it a lot, Dad. The dress is so beautiful and beautiful. Even Alina said that I was like a princess when I wore it. I took it and put it in the car. Two more days I will wear the dress" Hazal replied enthusiastically. He looks very happy today.
"What about the party preparation? Have you told your friends?" the Emir asked Hazal to sit on the long sofa in the middle of the room.
"Already, Dad. I told all my friends to come to my birthday party. Everything's ready, Dad. Including the room and decorations that will be used according to my wishes," said Hazal explained everything with a sweet smile. He imagined how his birthday party would be.
"All right then. I hope you really enjoy the party later" the Emir said, wiping Hazal's head.
"Dad, thank you for all this" Hazal said as she hugged her foster father.
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In the afternoon, Hazal was in a dance studio owned by one of her foster mother's friends. There he was dancing practice with a classmate named Ozcan. The boy will be a masked prince at his birthday party.
They have taken their respective positions. Hazal held both hands behind Ozcan's neck. Ozcan's hands touched Hazal's slender waist.
There was romantic music in the room.
"One. and two. and three... and four...!" yelled their dance instructor.
"Aww...!" shouts Hazal in pain.
It turns out Ozcan stepped on his foot. The girl took her hand off Ozcan's neck.
"Sorry, Hazal. I didn't mean it" Ozcan said.
Hazal is a student who is famous for her beauty and cleverness. Many male students want to be Hazal's dance partner, but the girl rejects them all, preferring Ozcan. Therefore, he did not want to miss this golden opportunity.
"What's wrong" Hazal replied with a sweet smile.
Hazal, you're so pretty when you smile like this
Ozcan is getting out of focus and forgets his every dance move.
"Ozcan Focus! Two days to go!" the instructor reminded Ozcan.
"Well, let's start all over again" Hazal asked.
After repeating his dance movements up to five times, then Ozcan can give his best performance.
The instructor finished his training, and said that today was the last practice for them.
Ozcan invites Hazal to come home with him. But Hazal refused, saying her personal driver was waiting for her outside. They also split up at the exit.
"See you in two days at the hotel" Hazal said, waving her hand at Ozcan.
"OK," replied Ozcan who replied to a wave of Hazal's hand.
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On a different continent in New York City, United States.
Japheth was inside a famous mall in the city center. He was going in and out of one store to another. His mother asks him to come to Hazal's birthday party.
One week ago...
Japheth, who was lying on a bed in his apartment, was startled by the ringing of his cell phone. It was on her phone screen her mother's name.
"Hello..," said Japheth with a distinctive raucous voice awake.
"Jafet, I booked you a flight ticket. Go home to Turkey on Hazal's birthday" her mother said from behind Japheth's cell phone.
(Japheth heard his mother's words)
"Do I have to come?" ask Japheth who wants to avoid his meeting with Hazal.
"What kind of stupid question is that? Of course you should come, this is her seventeenth birthday!" shouted mother.
(Japheth kept his cell phone away from his ear)
"Then...?" the stupid question that Japheth once asked.
(Meral exhaled deeply, the sound of the breath coming to Japheth's ear)
"Don't come empty-handed, bring her a beautiful gift" her mother said.
International talks were interrupted.
Now Japheth seemed confused to choose a gift for Hazal.
What should I give Hazal? I don't know what his favorite is. I had forgotten what his face was like now.
Then she stopped at a women's clothing store selling party dresses. Japheth asked the store employee, "Which dress is suitable for a seventeenth birthday party?"
The store employee picked up five dresses and showed them to Japheth. The Emir's son refused everything. The shop worker picked up three other dresses. But Japheth shook his head.
"Is there another dress?" ask Yafet to the store employee.
"No more, sir," the store employee politely replied.
"In your opinion, what gift is suitable for a seventeen-year-old girl?" ask Yafet to the store employee.
"Do you have a picture of the girl? So that I can help you find a gift that suits him, " said the store employee.
"Ehm.., I don't have one," Japheth replied, scratching his non-itchy head.
"Then, sorry. I can't help you, sir," the store employee said, leaving Japheth on his own.
That's right the employee said, but where can I get a picture of Hazal? Should I ask the girl? Her cell phone number, I don't know.
Japheth came out of the clothing store, and began to be a little frustrated.
Oh Yafet... Aren't you a famous playboy on campus? Just because buying a gift for a Hazal alone makes my head woozy.
The Emir's son pulled out a cell phone that was in the bag of his jeans. She calls her mother and asks her mother to send her a recent photo of Hazal.
A minute later, a message came in from Japheth's phone. He saw the incoming message, it turned out from his mother. Then Japheth opened the message, and a picture of Hazal appeared at this time....
He looked at Hazal's photos with a smile.
Beautiful little girl too....
Then he keeps a photo of Hazal in his cell phone gallery.
Yeah, I know what I should give her. A surprise for my little cat....
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