Miram's Daughter

Asım Agha was crying when he was looking at the photo and the letter in his hand. He heard about the death of the woman he loved. He didn't want to bring her to Mardin and put her free-spirited crazy woman in a cage. He stayed away from her for her freedom. Now he regrets as much as the dogs. If he were with her, maybe he would have breathed happiness, but lived. "Miram...'' Her whisper wasn't helping her with her blushing eyes. He had a daughter of her, but Asım Agha found out when she died. He kept an eye on the picture of the girl who looked like his girlfriend. Miram's blue eyes and blond hair... Only the disregard and the relaxed looks of his posture looked like Asım Agha. Miram was a smiling woman. The moment you see it, it takes all your fatigue away from you like a spell. He returned the letter he had read all night. As he walked through the lines he memorized, his irises poured a few more drops into his eyes. "Asim, if this letter reaches you, I will no longer be able to protect my daughter from you. Take Didar with you, darling. He's not like me. He's fragile. Give him my love. Take a good look." The letter that had no explanation as to why he kept his daughter from her or why he didn't tell her hurt his heart. My legacy was so far away from him and insecure with him. She screamed when it was hard to breathe. "Tell Şenol to bring my daughter here!" *** She wore the long gray dress her mother made her wear when she was taking pictures on Didar. He sat at his house on the makeup table and looked at himself over and over again. Every time you look at it, he's got a fear that it's a dream. It was like the flash was gonna come out of nowhere and grab it by the arm and drag it to lock it in the warehouse. His eyes, which were dread, fell into his body in the mirror. His hand trembled and went straight to his belly. The baby who was there once never existed. While Didar was beaten to death by a cliff, he opened his eyes at his mother's funeral as death was presented to him by the man he once loved. It was back in the past. He could have run away from this house if he wanted to. When Senol can't find him, he'll come back. He was never going to Mardin. He went to the door with a suitcase he had prepared. But the voice of his child, who called out to him outside the door, reached his ears. Said and Yelda, who died for him, were waiting outside the door in bloody clothes. "If it wasn't for you, I would never have had said, Sis," said his half-brother Yelda. If he didn't get into Mardin, Yelda would have had to get married. That's why he was so embarrassed about his dead brother. Said and he paid his gratitude with their lives. Said looked at him with the pleading look. "Don't go, sister-in-law." When he closed his eyes so tight, Didar tried to harden his heart. he heard his son's cry. "Mum, don't you want me anymore?" He came back to his room crying when all the walls were falling. At the end of the half day, she put on her gray dress and looked at herself on the makeup table. The reason he cried when he collapsed was different from the past. She wasn't crying to her dead mother, she was crying to herself. He was even scarier not knowing what to do. He didn't want to go back to that hell to Mardin. He didn't want to, but he couldn't turn around and leave. His body, seventeen years old, had suffered, joined with the mind of the old thirty-year-old Didar. He felt old, but he was too young. His eyes became sharp when he looked in the mirror. In this life, it wouldn't be like an ignorant thunder knowing things. She wasn't gonna like that killer guy who was gonna be her husband. He wasn't going to come between the woman who was brought into the sand and the Flash. Didar got his phone through the exit that he could think of. The phone was turned on at the first ring. "Hello, Uncle Ekrem" Didar should have done it for his child, even if he had to use the man who loved his mother. "Didar daughter.." The weary painful sound reached your ears. In his previous life, Didar Asım had removed his uncle Ekrem because of Agha. He was a lover's opponent, Uncle Ekrem, with his father. Didar didn't know that the first man he trusted when he ran to his father was actually going to raise him on fire. He chose the wrong person. Didar never understood why his mother stayed away from his father, at first. Deep down, he thought Ekrem was the only reason you couldn't taste his father's love. But his mother knew what the man she loved was. He was right not to trust her at all. He was a man who worshipped the Tories with his eyes closed. Yes, he loved Didar, but he worshipped the ceremony enough to sacrifice his daughter. "Can I ask you a favor?" "Of course, girl, just say it. "Even if you are the daughter of my legacy, you are also my daughter." Didar laughed hard. "Thank you, Uncle Ekrem." After a brief silence, he kept talking. "I want you to lead my mother and my entire estate. I want to buy shares from your company." They had a two-story house with a garden. His mother was a car fan, and when she said that they had expensive cars and savings in the bank, they would come up with about two billion dollars. "Girl, do you need money? Just say the word." Ekrem panics on the phone. Didar answered with a sincere smile. "No, Uncle Ekrem. My dad's coming to pick me up, and I want to spend my money. I will return to Istanbul in the future." There was a long silence on the other end of the phone. "Your father..." Didar answered the man who couldn't keep his word. "Yes, I know who you are. Will you do as I ask, Uncle Ekrem? " Ekrem's voice drowned. "Don't go away, girl..." Even Ekrem thought he knew, Didar. Even he knows what his father's like. I'm the one who didn't know people. "Uncle Ekrem, I call you uncle, but you're like my father. But I have to go. I need to know the man my mother loves." He said the first reason you could think of. He couldn't tell her that he was back in the past, that he didn't want to go to Mardin, but that he had to go to have his son born. He couldn't tell her that life gave him a second chance in a strange way. "Call me, Didar, whatever happens. Is that okay, girl?" "Call me, Didar, whatever happens. Is that okay, girl?" Didar giggled again. Her smile was like crying. Ekrem was tired of her mother's death. She didn't realize it was weird. "I'll talk to my mother's lawyer, Uncle Ekrem. Don't even tell Asim Agha that I bought stock from your company. I will not stay in Mardin for the rest of my life." He calculated the years he was pregnant with his son. She was nineteen, Didar. "I'll be back in two years. Maybe less." Ekrem's voice came alive. Maybe Miram was dead, but Didar was like his mother's shadow. Of course he wanted a room with a girl who looked just like him. "Okay, girl, I have your proxy temporarily. I'll take care of things before your father gets here." He thanked the man who understood what he wanted to say. "Uncle Ekrem, one more thing. There will be problems when I want to go back..." Ekrem immediately intervened. "Don't worry about it, girl." "Thank you," Didar said, in the most sincere way before he hung up. After preparing the environment for his return and his life, he changed the clothes in his suitcase to a moreHe will do nothing in the past to gain the love of Parlas, so the pantry will not be harmed in his surroundings.  modest one. He was going to take his kid and leave that man to the woman he loved and come back. That way, Yelda and said could get together. It's called two birds with one stone. He returned where he was with the name he had in mind. North... His heart got stuck as his eyes were filling. The love he wanted from Flash, this man had given it to him with his hands, even though he had done nothing. That man is not going to die in this life. He took a deep breath. He was going to keep that man from dying. He was going to protect the people he loved and come back, just like Parlas's brother Hazan. He took a breath and put his hand in his belly. "I'll come back for you, my son" *** While everyone was watching him, Didar quietly entered the mansion, which was so familiar. "He doesn't look like a Turk, sis." Asim Bey's youngest son was told by pulling Yelda's skirt. "Our brother?" The child's simple questions smiled at the people at the mansion. Didar remembered his son when he was looking at the boy he never cared for in the past. The cold face of his face came to light with his smile when he was looking at the little boy for the first time. That's when Asim saw his daughter. Her smiling face brought Miram to my eyes. "Miram..." His voice was loud enough to be heard by his wife. He never saw the woman coming at him. He always wanted to see Asim's secret love. The girl you're looking at now has a very beautiful and rare appearance. That's when he knew why he lost, Ezo. If her mother was as beautiful as her daughter, she had no chance of winning in the first place. He was thankful that she died because she didn't come after Asim. Then he bent his head with shame, realizing what he did was wrong. Ezo wasn't a cruel woman. It bothered her to be happy about her mother's death while her mother was looking at a recently deceased girl. "How long will you wait in the courtyard, girl? Get inside." His sincere speech also stirred up Asim and others. "You're tired of the road." Senol delivered the suitcase to Ayşe and left the courtyard. Ayse was a servant of the mansion. She was Senol and Hatice's daughter. They both worked for Asim Agha. Didar looked at him again and again, as he looked familiar. Everyone was younger and happier. "My daughter" In the name of Asim Aga, Didar raised his head and looked at the man who looked handsome in spite of his age. "Yes?" He wasn't gonna call him easy-to-do dad in his life. He was going to sell that word to buy something, Didar. He was going to return Yelda's life. Asim Agha concealed his disappointment when he approved it with his head. "I didn't know you existed. I hope you don't blame me." Didar shook his head on both sides and smiled. "My mother was determined. I respect him, I don't blame you." The official speech filled Asim's heart with glass fractures. "Welcome, brother." Mirac looked at her with a smile. The baritone sound woke Didar from his preoccupied. He knew Mirac very briefly in his previous life. They killed him two weeks after Didar arrived at the mansion. They wanted one of their daughters to avoid a vendetta in return. He looked at the tall boy. His stepbrother Asim looked like a Agha. Black hair, black eyes, dark man. When his dimples smiled on his cheeks, he appeared with a pleasant surprise. "Welcome." He gave a bitter smile to his brother, who made the mistake that destroyed his life. His mistake was as far as he was destroying his own life. He grew angry and angry at the man he didn't know in his past life. He always called her Miraç's brother. He looked into his eyes like a murderer. Miraç got into a fight and shot Parlas' brother. The lovely Miraç could not survive death. Didar tried to remember what happened that day. But the memories were not clear, after all, what happened was thirteen years before death came. Mirac liked her approach. Who could resist a friendly smile from a rare beauty? It felt like Didar was more intimate with him than his father. Korhan opened his eyes even bigger when his male ego was satisfied. "He-hello" The stuttering childish voice attracted Didar's attention. He showed the little boy the most intimate smile he hadn't shown to the mansion. If his son had lived now, he would have been close to his age. "Your voice is as pretty as your face" He offered a better welcome than a short hello. The bright red boy hid behind his sister. "Welcome, girl, you're like a daughter to me now. If you have any requests, feel free to tell him, "Ezo was a little warm in the unknown because of his attitude toward her children. "Thank you." "You're tired of the road. Show Hatice Didar his room." Asim's sharp voice was able to disperse the curiosity in the environment. He jumped, Yelda, "let me help him." He was wondering about Istanbul. Your new brother, most of all. He always wanted a brother his own age. He couldn't force his mother to give him a brother. He always stared at his friends with a longing when he watched their dialog with his sisters. Hatice Yelda and I walked up front and took her to her room. When he saw the lovely room on the second floor with the balcony, his memories were filled with Didar's mind. The door was opened quickly, blushing, blushing, and Didar was kneeling before him, begging him. "Please, Didar, help me. I can't marry him." Didar stared with curiosity to his stepbrother and said, "What marriage? " "Mirac... he... He shot Eşat Aga's eldest son. they're going to kill my brother.. ..the execution tomorrow.. mm-hmm. So there's no vendetta. marry.. they will." Didar was furious when he described the sound of his crying-drowned voice, the hiccups cut out. "How could this happen?" He got out of bed angry. "And a marriage like they killed Miraç? Are you kidding me? What did Dad say?" Yelda cried more when she heard about her father. "My father does not defy the ceremony, Didar. Help me, please don't let me get married. If I don't get my said, I can't live." He learned that day that Didar Yelda loved said. "Do you like the room?" When he saw Yelda's smile face, he didn't want her to live with it. If their marriage happens before the incident... Yelda wouldn't feel indebted to him. Asım Agha wouldn't blame herself for wanting to replace Yelda. He blamed himself. He was more reasonable to blame the real culprit. He was going to remarry for his son anyway, with his own killer. Didar smiled and held his hand, and Yelda's sudden closeness surprised Yelda. "I always wanted a sister," Didar said when he told her his dream. This dream belonged to Yelda. Even though he had a slight remorse for his lie in it, he ignored it. Yelda's confused expression turned into a big smile. "Me too!" He said it with excitement. Didar giggled and pulled him to bed and sat him down. "Why don't we have a girl-to-girl chat? We're close and I'm more comfortable with you." He breathed as if he had confessed to her and waited for her to see her blue eyes on Yelda. Yelda giggled and jumped into this main fish that she missed. "Hatice, you go, we sisters have a lot to talk about." Yelda's excitement and joy made Hatice laugh. He wanted to leave the two girls alone. "All right, miss Yelda." With the door closed, Yelda's voice went off in the room. "Tell me what istanbul is like. What did you do? " She smiled at her curious gaze and looked at her childlike sister, Didar. That's when he realized how small Yelda was. She was a nineteen-year-old girl, Yelda. "We don't usually stop in a city. My mother was a crazy woman. We'll drive around town. " Yelda's eyes were Ela. It was very similar to Ezo's eyes. "Yeah. what would you do in the cities?" He forgot that Didar's mother was dead, and his curiosity was heavier than his mind. "We used to go to horse races, and my mum loved to watch horse races. He'd drag me along. It's a good thing he doesn't have a gambling habit, otherwise we wouldn't have anything left. He taught me how to ride a horse." Didar jumped from memory to memory to draw the conversation into love. "There was a boy named Sarp. The son of the man who organized the horse race. I met him because of my mother. He wasn't coming after me. He was trying to teach me how to ride. He was complimenting me and stuff. When I was bored with his attention, I didn't know how to speed up the horse. I fell and broke my leg. He didn't leave me for a month, he took advantage of the opportunity. If I had any sense, I would have lasted that day." Yelda giggled. "So do you love him?" His voice was muted involuntarily. Didar looked around and pointed his hand at him. With the thrill of discovering your brother's secret, Yelda quickly approached his ear. Didar giggled and whispered at her funny move. "No." He's disappointed in his new brother. "You're making fun of me." Didar laughed and held Yelda's hand. "I promise if I love someone, I'll tell you first." She looked like a laughing fairy with a beautiful short fling. Didar's beautiful face was enchanting when he laughed. As a woman, she felt even fascinated by herself. "You promised!" He warned me. To clear your mind. Didar extended his index finger. "But you'll tell me." The eleventual eyes that looked at him in a dilemma finally gave in. He nodded, Yelda. "Promise." The coffee that was playing near the blond had waved her hair and released it. He went out of his room wearing his black clothes. Didar was never able to make up. He'd put on a lipstick, and then he'd pull a thin one in his eyes, and he'd make his eyelashes pop with a mascara. He was just about three makeup things. Her mother didn't like it anyway. He was drawn to her. Didar's. Crying all night, tears stopped in the morning. He had a great excuse for his blushing eyes, who knew he was crying. "His mother died" is his best friend. The blood of the bell. What would Didar do if he was back before his mother died? It would make her mother live. And would he come back for his son? Could his mother have left? He couldn't say anything, Didar. If he were with you now, he'd tell you all about what you've been through, and he'd want the mind to know If it was my mother... It was unbearable. He would have even subdued the Flash. "Love makes you lose, Didar. Take love from them to win but don't give it to them" Her mother's advice has never been like a normal mother. For example, one day he was drinking, and he looked at Didar. "You are the only gain in a war I have lost." He did. Didar understood now what his mother meant at the time, he gave Asim his love and lost it. But it was the only consolation he ever had. "If Didar comes a moment when you think you're going to die, don't be afraid, girl. Die bravely than live like a coward. My daughter must be like this." This time Didar got up from bed to be his mother. I'll be like my mother! Even if I have to dance to death without fear... Even if I have to offer my body back to my killer... i won't be afraid for my son. i'll be like my mother. I'll take my treasure and go. Didar took another oath and went to the living room for breakfast. "Oh, sleeping Beauty," Yelda mocked. He regretted seeing Didar's red eyes. She wasn't sleeping, she cried. Didar sat giggling. "It's true that I love sleep." When Asim saw the eyes that looked like Agha were red, he looked at his daughter without a backhand. Miraç came to the rescue. "Tell me, the beauties of Asım Hancıoğlu, where shall I take you today?" Ezo jumped sulking. "He doesn't like his own mother, you bastard!" "Why did you say that, ezo hatun?" When Asim realized Didar was laughing and watching the two, he freed Yelda from his probation. "Ezo, go get something. "He didn't say who it was for, but Didar understood. He wasn't going to fit in here, even if he was wearing it off. He looked at the black almond with the light collar. Then he looked at Asım Agha apologizing. But the words against his eyes were chosen to burn Asım Agha. "I'm sorry. I didn't think it was clear. Those are the clothes my mother and I bought. This is the first time I've ever worn them. He was going to introduce me to you on my eighteen th birthday." Would Asim see his daughter, Miram, at eighteen, even if she wasn't dead? Miram was going to come see him, voluntarily, wasn't he? Looking at her clothes, she realized she wasn't in her eye like she used to be. Yeah, he was sitting on his body, but so what? There was nothing out there. Miram chose these clothes. He didn't want to push her when her daughter had just lost her mother. Regret burned your heart. "Not clothes, jewelry..." He fixed himself, Asım. She realized she hadn't worn a single jewelry since she arrived. Ezo held his heart, trapped in fear. If she hadn't died, that woman would have come. He was going to take Asım away from her. He was grateful he was dead again. This time, his conscience was overcome by fear. "Oh, yeah, my dad's right. How come you're Hancioglu's daughter, not a single one? I'll help you choose." Didar didn't know what to say. He went back to buying himself jewelry when he tried to give Asım remorse. "I don't like jewelry." and he whispered. Miraç sat across from him heard him. He laughed and looked after his new brother. "I wish Yelda looked just like you." "What have I got? " When Yelda was parting, the little one got in the way. "Sister Didar is prettier than you" Yelda looked at her little brother like he was hit. The man he raised in his hands betrayed him. "What... what...?" Didar put the cucumber in Yelda's mouth on her fork to stop the mess. "You don't realize your beauty because you see your sister all the time. So when you get used to me, I'm gonna be just another girl?" Didar's words would put out Yelda's fire, but he wouldn't forget this little man's betrayal. "Oh, no, you're so... beautiful." she looked at the boy who was stuttering and blushing again, Didar. When the ten-year-old was talking to everyone normally, he became shy when he came to him. Didar laughed and threw another cucumber at Catalina. This time he's got a little boy. "Don't piss off your sister anymore." The boy who ate the cucumber leaned his head to his plate with his red face. She was all fluttered up. He said, "you're his sister," and then he roared up from the table. "Şenol, leave me to the company first." Was his father shy, too? As I watched Big Agha escape, Didar looked at it with a sense of discovery. "My father loved you," said Yelda, afraid Didar would misunderstand his father. Asim Agha was a good man, no matter how hard he was. He wouldn't beat his daughter up. Maybe he was the father who was best to his daughter in Mardin. Didar smiled at me. He drank his tea and set his eyes on Miraç. Two weeks later, he had to get that guy out of here. But how? Even though Mirac had a brother, he tried to escape from Didar's probation. The ten-year-old kid, Çınar, was right this time. Her brothers were beautiful. He sighed with regret. He was going after Yelda and now he was going to deal with the flies trying to land on Didar. "Cover your faces for both of us." Mirac suddenly got up from the table in anger. Miss Ezo shouted after her. "Donkey!" Then he added it. "Except his father." They looked at the woman who curses herself unwittingly and laughed. *** When the breakfast was over, they started wandering the streets of Mardin. He didn't realize Miraç and Çınar were angry until Didar was uncomfortable with the looks. He's headed for a random scarf-selling shop. "I better get a raft." Mirac looked upside down when his explanation made Yelda laugh. "I think you both should get a sheet." Çınar nodded his head, giving his brother the right. Ezo nodded at his two sons. Did the unjealous son of a mother think he was dead? Yeah, she wasn't a very beautiful woman, Ezo, but she was still alive, for her age. When Didar entered the store, he faced a familiar face. Hazan! He was holding a blue scarf, looking at Miraç behind him. Didar remembered the past. When Miraç died, Hazan was depressed, and a few months later, he was intaar. The man he loved was dead and they were going to marry him to someone else. She couldn't stand it, young girl. He approached her in the hopes of changing things in this life. "Nice." The girl who survived the deception with Didar's voice looked at the beautiful woman in front of her. Like a beautiful fairy... His heart was hurt by the thought in his mind. Hancıoğlu bought a bride? The only grown man he remembers. the one he loves. He was a legacy. He said, "there's one more," with sadness, when he handed the scarf to the pretty girl like a fairy. "It will suit your eyes. Your wife likes it." Didar giggled at the girl who got it wrong. He wanted to piss her off without his help. "Are you sure? " Hazan quickly nodded and bent his head. He talked about it trying not to show his dead eyes. "Yes, you're very pretty. She'll like it." Didar called Miraç by hand. Miraç came in with a question and a statement. "What happened?" It was true, she was married. Hazan was very nervous with the presence of the man he loved. Her heart was really hurt. "This beautiful girl says I'll look good in a scarf. Does this color look good?" Miraç took the blue scarf he had on his nerves. He handed it back to the girl Didar showed us. "We won't be able to go home without an accident." He watched Miraç jealous of another woman with his full eyes. Another woman? She's his wife! The reality that came to your mind made her feel even more lost. Didar giggled and poked Yelda, who looked at the scarf. Yelda looked at a girl like she wanted to understand things. A Miraç. He didn't realize he was misinterpreting. "Brother, I'm sick of your jealousy. Now you're firing the girls." He went on the defensive with his brother's sudden exit, and he didn't know why this girl was about to cry in Miraç. He just refused his offer. "Don't be silly. When did I fire the girls, Yelda?" Didar broke the game so he wouldn't go after more Hazan. "Brother, I think the blue scarf is good." Miraç stared at his half-brother, who called him brother for the first time. This time, he was going to ignore it because he said he was a big brother. "Take it well. Buy him one." He took the other blue scarf, and he took the green scarf that Yelda had, and he paid for all three. He handed one of the blue scarf to the girl who was about to cry. "For apology." And then he turned to the girls. "Let's go." He left the store unaware that he had left a beating heart behind. He approached Didar, who tried to keep his smile on Yelda. "What happened, girl?" Didar pointed to Miraç. "That girl is burned to her brother." "Didar, it's impossible for a girl to fall in love with my brother." And he whispered. Listening to their speeches, Miraç felt the need to look at the store where Didar was shaking his head on both sides. He never paid any attention to that girl. When she realized that the beautiful girl standing at the store door with the blue scarf was looking at her, she came back to her with a strange feeling. These things were strangers to him. Ever since he left with the Miraç scarf, Hazan held the gift tightly in his hand and looked after it. That fairy girl was his brother. He was frozen when he suddenly loved the needless sadness. She heard her voice, she got a gift from her loved one. Today was the best day he ever had.