Replacement Uterus

Replacement Uterus
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Tak.dak..



Ayla put 2 warm teas and 1 plate of cakes typical of the Turkish state Baklava.



"please sir..?". said Ayla and she sat her butt on the back sofa right in front of the altan.



"thank you and I'm sorry, it's been troubling you this night".



"it's okay, you're here".a replied with a smile.



Altan let out a small laugh with ayla's answer and grabbed the tea and took a sip.



"so..there you need to talk about...?". ayla forced herself to ask because from earlier her mind continued to fight with her mind with various questions.



Altan looked at Ayla then put the teacup to the table in front of her and looked back at ayla.he took a breath for a while before starting the conversation.



"first, just call me altan, you're too bad to hear".



Ayla forced a smile. "sorry sir? my boss, I respect that".



"and here it's not a company, it means that outside of the company you can call me free"



"..."ayla fell silent while looking at altan.he lost the word.not because he was moved or touched but more to dislike.



Ayla took a breath while looking the other way.



"well, that's what you want.altan, how about this.pak altan".



"altan!" altan answered sharply without wanting to be refuted while his two beads looked at Ayla without blinking.



Ayla again took a breath while looking the other way and blinked. 'this is why she really does not like dealing with a boss, likes to rule and wants her own, I'm up to it'



"alright, altan! so.destination here.don't tell me because yesterday"



"that's it, and so is it".



Ayla raised one eyebrow.



"other? "



"you realize, all day you've been avoiding me or more accurately called running away?! ".



Ayla blinked in surprise. 'she was aware...?'



"that's..."



"you know ayla? your refusal didn't make me give up at all but made me want to get you"



Ayla suddenly took a breath. "all will be in vain, your time wasted will never be no result altan, trust me and give up from the beginning so it does not hurt you too much"



"tell me the reason, other than you don't love me"



"that's one of them" she answered quickly.



"you've heard the word love will be present if you're always together"



Ayla shook her head. "not here because love is the reason one of them is altan? "



"so what? all night I didn't sleep ayla? just thinking about what reason you rejected me, plus now grandma is against after she agreed, this really makes me confused, I need ayla's answer...?!"



"what would an answer make you better? and you'll give up".



Altan nodded in frustration.



Ayla took a breath while looking at Altan.



'and this is better than you know any further altan?! '



"i'm married"



Altan's eyes suddenly widened with the answer ayla gave. he turned to look at ayla until a few minutes altan stood up and laughed in disbelief.



"are you kidding ayla? if so, it's not funny at all"



Ayla got up and looked at Altan with a serious look.



"that's altan's reality? I got married a few months ago"



Altan who was completely incredulous instead shook his head.



"alright, here! you remember? when I took 2 weeks off and asked for an additional 2 weeks to up to a month more, where do you think I was?! "



Altan looked at ayla while thinking.



"you asked permission to go home to your parents"



Ayla shook her head. "that holiday was to prepare for my wedding, now you believe and this.".ayla showed the wedding ring on her ring finger, which he always wears even though deniz never wears it even on the day of the exchange of rings.



Altan's eyes suddenly widened.he turned to look at ayla.



"that's impossible"



"but this is reality"



"at the company, who knows...? "



"nothing" she sat back on the couch.



Altan lowered his gaze staring at ayla. 'does this have to hurt?! why does he not accept? '



"why do I still not believe? "




Altan shook his head. "who's your husband? where's dia? which guy? and. what's his job"



"wow.you assaulted me with questions"



Altan did not answer but just stared at ayla sharply.



"for that I can't really say sorry, I said it's because I don't want your time wasted, don't you think now my advice is correct? "



"..."



Ayla stood up. "alright, I didn't mean to throw you out but now it's very night and time for me to take a break considering my work that you added these few days"



Altan looked back at ayla after a long time looking down.Attan's eyes gradually became sharp and filled with anger in it.



"must I snatch you from your husband Ayla? ".



Ayla took a lazy breath. Seizing what? my husband doesn't care about me, I say that so that you give up and don't get hurt, loving is sick without being loved'.



"don't act stupid, it's better that Pak altan just go home and pak altan's order again for the girl who marches behind pak altan, it's better to go home, I'm sure there's a lot and the rumors I've heard aren't just rumors".



"you just have to answer yes ayla? then all leave it to me" Altan did not respond at all to ayla. for altan considers the marriage of ayla and her husband is official because of arranged marriage and ayla was forced to want because it might be forced or because of her parents.



Ayla was silent because she was running out of words.



"you don't think my marriage was forced, do you...?".



Altan fused his eyebrows together.



"can't you?! "



Ayla patted her eel. 'at what force? even here I force'



Ayla shook her head quickly. "you're wrong, big wrong! I don't need to say at length but I'll just say, no matchmaking, no coercion, that's all".



Altan fell silent and took a breath.



💓💓💓



Ayla threw her body onto the sofa after driving Altan home even if only up to the front door.



'i think now it's going to be like before, although the reaction will change but it's better'. Ayla was tired.



Ayla sat up straight as she lay down her body earlier on the bed as she just remembered something.



'deniz'. his head turned to the door of his room.



Ayla jumped down from the sofa stepping into her room.



Ckleck...



Ayla opened the door slowly and then closed it again.His room was not supported by lights so there was only a dim light.



Clamps...



Ayla turned on the lights and suddenly the contents of her room look even spacious very spacious.



Ayla's head turned right and left looking for a deniz figure but she did not find it. ayla's eyes stopped as the corner of her eyes caught light from the side room of her room which she used to put her clothes and various other clothes there.



Ayla stepped there slowly with her head asking.



'is deniz in there? why did he go in there? '



Ayla arrived at the walk in closet.His eyes explored the room but there was no sign of anyone he was looking for.



Ayla took a breath and turned around but her steps came to a standstill as she looked at the corner of the closet that was to her right. there usually hangs one of his favorite items and he is very in love with her even very fascinated then?.



Ayla turned around looking in all directions who knew she had already moved to another place.



At the time Ayla was looking for the item, open all the cabinets, drawers even to the corner of the closet but she did not find. deniz was already standing in the doorway of the room while looking at what Ayla was doing even panic in ayla's face.



"are you looking for this...?".



Ayla who was opening a small drawer under the armoire her hand stopped when she heard the sound of deniz.ayla turned to look at deniz but in that second also her eyes were rounded wide.



"you.". angrily ayla got up and stared at the sharp deniz.



"why? don't accept?...". deniz stopped his words and stepped closer to ayla. ayla


"what do you mean by saving this HUHHHhhh". shouted angry deniz right in front of ayla's face and slammed the object in her hand onto the floor right under ayla's feet.



Ayla saw this without feeling her tears came out on their own dripping and continued to drip to wet her cheeks.this was the first time she cried in front of someone and someone who she loved, also the person who always hurt him and also the person who always hurt his heart but strangely he always forgave.