
Almost two hours Nada and Erkan waited for Mirza in the living room, but the man did not come out either. Finally they gave up and chose to leave after saying goodbye to grandma.
"The rich are free, consider us flies." Tone continued to grumble while following Erkan's steps towards the car. While Erkan could only remain silent, he had been in that position many times and would not be surprised anymore.
"Don't get angry, it will get old soon" said Erkan opened the door for Nada.
Mirza who was in the room, did not release Haira. He used the opportunity as best he could and wanted to keep seeing his baby. Even ignoring the schedule of important meetings this morning.
"Are you seriously marrying me next month?" tanya Tone as Erkan started the engine. In fact, Erkan's remarks to Meyzin made him sleepless.
Erkan smiled slightly.
"What to expect from an adult relationship. Isn't marriage and domesticity? It is impossible like this to go on, fearing the devil and plunging us into sin."
"But I'm not ready. I want to be free."
Erkan could only smile. "If we get married, I'll restrain you, no. I just want our relationship to be official and be able to do anything without fear of sin" he explained.
That answer was able to anesthetize the lips of Nada. Not denying that he admired Erkan's figure, the handsome man never made any pleasantries in acting. Remain firm on his stance, and most importantly able to captivate his still vacillating heart.
"Now the answer is only two, yes or no," Erkan asked.
If Nada looks nervous, Erkan seems relaxed.
Yes, or no yes.
Tone is still thinking. He remembered the words of his grandmother who told him to follow his heart, while at this time Nada did not want to lose Erkan. Even though their relationship was just established, still the man was able to stay in his heart.
"Yes" replied Nada timidly.
Erkan was quite satisfied with that answer.
After the car stopped in front of Meyzin's building, Erkan and Nada did not enter. They surrounded the area of the building that looked spacious and luxurious.
Until the second step must be stopped when you hear a heavy voice calling from behind.
Nada and Erkan turned their heads towards the source of the voice.
Paternity
Tone can only speak in the heart. Although the results of the DNA test have not come out, he is already convinced that the man is his biological father.
"Good morning Mr. Meyzin," said Erkan extending his hand.
Meyzin received the helping hand, but his eyes were stunned at Nada. The girl who kept reminding him of Veronika.
"Can I talk to Nada?" ask Meyzin. Because, in addition to cleaning up his things inside, he also wants to talk privately with the girl.
Without a second thought, Erkan allowed Nada to join Meyzin.
"I'll keep an eye on you from here" whispered Erkan to a slightly frightened-looking Tone.
The tone followed Meyzin who entered an empty room. There was nothing there but one table and two chairs.
Tone Eyes walked through the room. He sat down in front of Meyzin. They came face to face with a short distance away.
"What do you want to talk to me about?"
Tone directly asked to the core.
"What's your relationship with Veronika?" ask Meyzin to investigate.
"I cannot forget the man who killed my future wife" Meyzin later said.
"Do you have any evidence that Veronika poisoned your future wife?" ask Tone back.
Although he did not know the truth, he was sure that his mother was not the cruel woman.
Meyzin seems to be angry, so far he does not have accurate evidence, but there are some people who are witnesses and that makes him believe.
"Many witnesses speak like that. Some people say that Veronika has poisoned my future wife" he added convincingly.
Tone reached into a brown envelope from her bag. "Then what is this?" Throw it right in Meyzin's chest.
"Please, if you see the photo correctly, if you still doubt it, ask Mr. Bahadir."
Secretly, Erkan had been looking for ways to bring down the Bahadir family, including investigating the Veronika case, little by little he would peel the ulcers of someone who was behind the death of Emelda Milka and the cruel slander of Veronika.
The tone left Meyzin still confused by the envelope currently in his hand.
"I'm not going to stay silent about what you did to my mother. I will seek justice for him" said Nada, then shut the door.
Mother, that means he's Veronika's son.
Meyzin opened the envelope. He took some photos in it.
Instantly his eyes perfectly rounded saw the image of his daddy who seemed to give a suitcase of money to a person who had been a witness to the Veronika case.
"What the fuck?"
Some photos that prove there was an engineering that happened. It has been twenty-five years, but Meyzin has not forgotten the faces in the picture.
Meyzin immediately left the room full of question marks.
From a distant direction, he could see Nada and Erkan entering the elevator.
She is beautiful like her mother.
Meyzin unwittingly admires Veronika's figure.
"What does this all mean, Dad?" Meyzin threw the photo in front of Bahadir. His face suddenly pias with both eyes lit up. He was impatient to get an explanation with the real facts.
Just like Meyzin, Bahadir was shocked." Where did you get this picture?" bahadir asked with trembling lips. He scooped up photos scattered on the table and squeezed it into the shape of a ball.
"Daddy doesn't need to know where I got that from, now tell me what really happened back then. Is this just Daddy's play to get rid of Veronika," Meyzin choked.
Bahadir laughed. Then he looked at Meyzin who was standing in front of him.
"If it's really why, why else would you bring it up again. Now you're happy with Lauren, and don't think about anyone else."
Meyzin grabbed her hair, frustrated. He did not know what Bahadir's motive was to do all that, which must have hurt not only Veronika, but also as if toying with her life.
"But I've tortured Veronika because of that false testimony, Dad. He had to accept punishment with something he actually never did."
Between annoyance and anger, regret and fear all mixed up squeezing his chest until it felt tight.
I have to find Veronika.
Meyzin passed, he did not heed Bahadir who kept calling him.