Love and Hope
Cihan invites Zeynep to dine at a classy Italian restaurant. As the girl steps out of her house, Feraye replaces her on the road.
They say only a diamond can cut another diamond the enigmatic professor remarks.
Excuse me? I dont follow.
Youre still young the woman smiles. Trust me, people dont fall in love just once.
Mrs. Feraye, I swear nothing is happening between me and Cihan.
Maybe not yet. But that doesnt guarantee it will stay that way. Dont lock your heart, Zeynep. Life loves to surprise often delivering its greatest joys when we least expect them.
Have you ever?
Well Bulent wasnt my first love Feraye answers calmly, a hint of memory flickering in her eyes. I once loved someone else. I thought I could never survive the breakup, that I couldnt breathe without him. Then Bulent appeared. Everything changed. I was genuinely happy. Thats why I tell you keep your heart open. Love can be nearer than you think.
I always assumed Uncle Bulent was your first love
He wasnt my first, nor was I his. But one things certain: you never forget a first love.
Zeynep sighs softly, thanks Feraye for the talk and heads to the car waiting outside, where Cihan sits.
Soon after she leaves, Belkis appears on the porch, staring at Feraye with a cold smile.
So youve decided to become Zeyneps new mother? Giving her love advice, sharing stories you never told me about.
I did it for Melis Feraye replies without hesitation. Because only one thing can truly separate Zeynep from Ege.
And whats that?
Zeynep falling in love with someone else Feraye says firmly.
***
Sila, devastated after her conversation with Kuzey, wanders aimlessly into the road. Her face is pallid, eyes empty, as if the world around her has vanished.
She doesnt notice the oncoming car.
Screech of tires. Impact.
Shouts, a call for an ambulance.
Sila lies motionless on the asphalt. Bystanders gather. A woman leans over, searching for a pulse.
Girl, can you hear me? Hello?!
No answer. Sila doesnt move a millimeter.
***
Cavidan approaches a clearing in the forest where, halfshrouded in shadow, Alper already waits. His figure blends with the darkness, his gaze cold and insistent.
Here are two million the woman says coolly, handing him a leather satchel stuffed with cash.
The camera shifts to Naciye, who has been trailing Cavidan since the house, following her with determination. Now hidden among thick brush, only ten meters away, she watches in disbelief.
Alper and this money Its my money! she whispers, fighting to stay composed. Seeing Alper count the notes, anger flashes in her eyes. How dare you she pulls out her phone, beginning to record covertly.
Alper finishes the count, a sinister smile crossing his face.
Thats all. Are you finally going to leave us alone? Cavidan asks, tension evident.
A twig snaps in the silence.
Alper spins around.
Did you hear that? Someones here. I told you to come alone!
I came alone! Cavidan snaps, nervous. No one was with me, I swear.
Alper remains skeptical. He cautiously moves toward the sound. After a few steps he pushes aside branches and spots Naciye, phone in hand.
A flash of fury lights his eyes. He draws a knife from his pocket.
So we have a voyeur he says icecold. Curiosity can land you in serious trouble.
Naciye steps back, trying to steady trembling hands.
Alper, let her go Cavidan warns sharply. Dont be an idiot.
Show me whats in your bag Alper demands of Naciye.
Leave me alone! the woman protests.
Answer me! Why are you here?! Cavidan interjects.
Whats happening? What are you plotting? Naciye erupts. Im recording everything! Ill call the police!
Were not plotting anything! Cavidan shouts. He blackmailed me! He threatened to kill Kuzey and Bahar, so I paid him!
Naciye reaches for her phone.
Ill call the police right now and tell them whats going on.
DONT YOU DARE! Alper yells, brandishing the knife. Ill kill you!
HELP! SAVE ME! Naciye cries, trying to flee.
ALPER, STOP! Cavidan shouts, rushing at him.
But the man is out of control. He shoves Cavidan hard enough to send her sprawling to the ground.
His wild gaze lands on Naciye, who trembles with fear.
Ill start with you he hisses. Then Kuzey will come. Hell see you drenched in blood. Ill kill him too!
Alper lifts the blade, ready to strike. Naciye screams, shielding herself. The knife arcs dangerously, but in the split second she grabs his wrist. They grapple, fighting for every breath, every movement. Shouts, heavy breathing, tension mounting
Suddenly, Naciye jerks sharply; the knife flips in their tangled hands and drives straight into Alpers chest.
He freezes, surprise turning to a grimace of pain. A gurgle escapes his mouth as he collapses, a cut thread snapping.
Cavidan freezes, steps forward, and with shaking fingers presses two fingers to his throat. Silence.
He is dead she whispers, pale as a sheet. Hes dead
Oh my God OH GOD! Naciye shrieks. It wasnt me! It was an accident! She clutches her head, hysteria overtaking her. Call an ambulance! He might still be alive! DO SOMETHING!
Shut up! Cavidan hisses, grabbing Naciyes shoulders and shaking her. Stop screaming! Do you want the whole world to hear? Do you want to go to jail?
Jail? Naciye sobs. It wasnt intentional You saw, I defended myself! Im not a murderer!
The truth doesnt matter! Cavidans stare pierces her. The police wont believe you! And if this gets out people will say Kuzeys mother Bozbey is a killer!
I AM NOT A MURDERER! Naciye protests desperately. Ambulance! Police! We have to do something!
Mrs. Naciye, please Cavidans tone softens yet stays firm. Calm down. No one needs to know. Nothing happened. Nothing. NOTHING.
But he hes still there Naciye trembles.
We cant help him now. You can still help yourself. Come on. Hes gone. Were alive. Thats all that matters.
Cavidan wraps her arms around Naciye, as if trying to keep the world from falling apart. Slowly she leads her away through the dense forest, far from the crime scene. Behind them, among the leaves, Alpers lifeless body lies, his hand still clutching the knife. The secret the forest has swallowed may never see daylight.
***
Kuzey, summoned by an urgent call from Bahar, rushes into the house, breathless. At the doorway he stops, finding her standing with a suitcase. Her face is pale, eyes wet, but her stare is resolute.
Im leaving she whispers, planting a brief, almost soundless kiss on his cheek. I dont want to bother you or your mother any longer. Goodbye, Kuzey. Be happy.
Bahar, what are you saying? he looks at her, stunned. What does this have to do with my mother?
She knows about that night. Everything that happened between us.
Kuzey turns his head, runs a hand through his hair, and massages his neck.
How? How did she find out?
She read the letter I left the day I took the pills.
Wait a second his eyebrows knit. You said it wasnt a suicide
I said that to spare you worry. I didnt want you to be upset. But your mother doesnt want me. She fears Ill marry you. She even offered us money for me and for my mother in exchange for my departure.
Kuzey stares, shocked.
What? She gave you MONEY?
Yes. But we refused. Id never have taken it. So now Im leaving. Itll be better for everyone.
Bahar, you wont go anywhere he grabs the suitcase and pushes it aside. I wont let you disappear from my life.
I have no choice, Kuzey. You understand? My mother already knows everything. She said Ive ruined my life and would rather die than hear it. If we dont marry, she wont find peace. And your mother hates me. Aunt Naciye looks at me like Im dirty. No one wants me here. My leaving is the only way you all can find peace.
Kuzey steps close, looking straight into her eyes.
Bahar I wont abandon you. Well find a way. Your mother will find peace, mine too. Shell get used to it. Well manage.
Kuzey she whispers, a hint of hope flickering in her eyes. Does that mean well get married?
A heavy silence settles. Bahar watches him tensely, as if her whole future hinges on a single word.
Kuzey takes her hand. In Bahars mind, like a waking dream, the words she longs to hear echo:
After that night I couldnt forget you. I fell in love with you, Bahar. Youre in my thoughts, in my heart. I see you everywhere. I love you. Marry me. Be my wife.
But the real Kuzey standing beside her says none of that. When he finally speaks, his voice is flat and detached:
Of course we wont get married, Bahar. We cant. Something like that will never happen.
The silence that follows hurts more than any scream. Bahar lowers her head, presses her lips together, and slowly reaches for her suitcase with a rituallike deliberateness. Her silence says more than any tear.
***
Ege stands slightly aside, talking on the phone with Murat. At the same time, Melis leans against the car, also on a call; her voice is tense, her eyes darting at Eges every move.
Mom, tell me the truth she says worriedly into the handset. Ege keeps calling. Its Zeynep, right? Hes talking to her?
No, honey. Zeynep was with me the whole time. I didnt hear anyone else the mother replies calmly.
Mom, if youre just trying to calm me
I swear Im telling the truth! Zeynep went to the new Italian restaurant with Cihan. I suggested it myself.
A sly smile flickers across Meliss face, barely noticeable but satisfied. She puts the phone down and instantly resumes her brightest smile. When Ege gets back to the car, she cheerfully says:
Darling, Im suddenly starving. I could really go for spaghetti! I heard a new Italian place opened near our house. Shall we go?
Ege looks at her, surprised.
But you said you avoid carbs like the plague. Theyre bad for you.
Oh honey, sometimes the body needs a carb charge, didnt you know? she laughs lightly, patting her belly. Besides, the moment I said spaghetti, the kid perked up! I think she wants it too.
She meets his gaze as if issuing a challenge. In her smile there is more than hunger its a promise of a game she intends to play through to the end.
***
Cihan and Zeynep arrive at the elegant restaurant. Before they can step inside, a courteous waiter approaches, bowing with a smile toward Cihan.
Welcome back, Mr. Cihan. Your favorite table is ready.
Zeynep raises an eyebrow, clearly surprised.
So this isnt your first visit?
I often come with the boss Cihan answers nonchalantly, his eyes drifting sideways.
I got the impression youre the boss here she notes with a faint smile. With such a greeting
Maybe because Im always the one leaving tips. The boss doesnt bother with such details. Thats why Im more appreciated.
They sit at a secluded table. Cihan sneaks a glance at Zeyneps neck; a necklace glints on her neckline in the lamp light. He needs to get it. An identical copy is already hidden in his jacket pocket; he just needs the right moment to swap them.
Zeynep, wait your necklace slipped. Itll fall.
He rises, steps behind her, and gently places his hands on her shoulders, reaching for the clasp. He tries to stay calm, though his heart races.
At that instant the restaurant doors swing open and Ege and Melis walk in. The girl smiles triumphantly they couldnt have chosen a better moment. Ege freezes. Seeing Cihan so close to Zeynep, his hand on her neck, fuels a wave of jealousy and rage.
The necklace slips and clatters to the floor. Cihan lunges for it, but Ege intercepts. He snatches it quickly, gripping it tightly.
The necklace stays with me he says sharply, eyes locked on Cihan.
What? Why? Zeynep asks, startled, rising from her seat.
Ege pulls a photo from his pocket, one he had taken at Cihans house, and places it on the table before Zeynep.
Because you were right he says calmly, though his voice trembles with tension. This is the necklace of the girl who killed Melodi.
Zeynep leans over the photo. It shows a blond woman whose face has been neatly cut out. Around her neck hangs the same necklace she wears.
Its its the same! she whispers, shocked. Why would someone cut out her face?
I dont know Ege replies, meeting her stare. But I do know this: that woman was in the car when my sister died. Someone wants to hide her identity at any cost.
A heavy silence settles, like a storm cloud. Cihan remains silent, his face betraying unease. Zeynep stares at the picture, trying to grasp the situation shes been pulled into.
***
Sila slowly regains consciousness on a hospital cot. Fluorescent lights flicker as she squints. A doctor leans over, gently pulling back her eyelids and shining a flashlight into her pupils.
Whats your name, dear? he asks calmly, though tension laces his voice.
Sila looks around, her gaze drifting over the room as if seeing it for the first time.
I dont know she replies, disoriented, breathing faster. Where am I?
What day is it today? the doctor inquires.
Sila furrows her brow, closes her eyes, trying to recall something important.
Tuesday? No, wait maybe Sunday? She sits up straight. Oh my God! I have to go to the market! My sister must have come back from school and shes hungry. Please, let me out! I need to be back before dusk!
She tries to rise, but the doctor and a nurse swiftly hold her down, gently yet firmly pressing her back onto the bed.
Calm down, youre safe the doctor says in a soothing tone. Tell me, what year is it?
Year? Sila tries to answer, but pain and panic twist her face. Two thousand twenty? No two thousand nineteen? God, I cant remember! She clutches her head, tears welling. I remember nothing! But I have to return to the village. I need to gather mushrooms. Mom and my sister are waiting theyre starving. Please, let me go!
Her voice cracks, despair filling her eyes. The doctor exchanges a brief look with the nurse, then whispers:
Ill contact Professor Selçuk from psychiatry. We need to attend to her immediately.
Yes, doctor the nurse replies. Ill give her a sedative.
Gently the doctor adds, watching Sila with concern. Shes not faking. Shes lost and terrified.
