Give Me Your Hand's

Early Meeting

In a building along the street of Galata district, Istanbul. The chandelier lights illuminate the entire room in this modern classic style. It is in this place that Istanbul people often take their time, even though just sitting chatting while enjoying the view of the Galata area.

The frenzied sound was suddenly silent, as the sound of romantic music touching their souls entered. The melody game was derived from a large white piano in one corner of the Istanbul Cafe room.

A man was playing his fingers nimbly on the black and white slats of the board. Closing her eyelids, the pianist played her piano while singing a song called Incomplete by the Backstreet Boys.

Empty spaces fill me up with holes

(My vacuum scopes with gaping holes)

Distance faces with no place left to go

(Faces far away and nowhere to go)

Without you within me. I can't find no rest

(With you in my heart, my soul cannot rest)

Where I'm going is anybody's guess

(Where I went, no one knew)

Refs:

I tried to go on like, I never knew you

(I've been trying to move on as if I never knew you)

I'm awake but my world is half a sleep

(I was awake but my world was half asleep)

I pray for this heart to be unbroken

(I pray that this heart will be healed)

But without you all I'm going to be is complete

(But without you my soul would not be whole)

Voices tell me I should carry on

(The voices tell me to hold on)

But I am swimming in an ocean all alone

(But I swim in the ocean alone)

Baby, my baby

(Love, my beloved)

It's written on your face

(Written on your face)

You still wonder If we made a big mistake

(You're still wondering if we've made a big mistake)

Don't mean to drag it on, but I can't seem to let you go

(I don't mean to drag on, but I don't think I can take you off)

I don't wanna make you face this world alone

(I don't want to make you live alone in this world)

I wanna let you go (alone)

(I want to let you go)

After he finished singing the song, the pianist reopened his eyelids and was greeted with applause from some visitors who filled the cafe. Apparently the man did not care about the compliments that were thrown at him. It was not a compliment that he expected, because right now he just wanted to let out his heart.

The piano player glanced at the window. From his seat, he could see the towering Galata Tower with its body made of rocks and its conical head.

I am back in this city again. The city of my birth, the city I met with Hazal and the city that rejected my presence....

After hearing the pianist's voice, the cafe owner came out of his kitchen. A dark-skinned man with a tall and well-built stature walked over to the man who was sitting on the piano chair.

"Wow... See who comes to visit Cafe Istanbul? Kenan Fallay?" The owner of the cafe chuckled, revealing a row of white teeth.

"Mehmet's?" The pianist was apparently surprised when he met his old friend again. He stood up and fixed his black jacket.

The two burly men stuck their hands together and hugged each other. For more than a year these two people did not see each other.

"Your hair?" kenan asked as he pointed at his own head and laughed.

"Don't ask why!" mehmet exclaimed in his laughter as he rubbed his bald head.

"When did you come to Turkey?" Mehmet patted the muscular arm in front of him and invited his best friend to sit on one of the couches on the right wing.

"Two days ago. This your cafe?" Kenan's view around the cafe's interior looks still new.

Mehmet simply nodded his head then said, "It's only been a year now."

"What about your backpacker life? Do you like it?" mehmet asked, asking a waiter for two drinks, and then they exchanged cell phone numbers.

"You think?" Kenan asked back by tilting his head and both of his eyebrows raised upwards. He bent both his arms into the folds of the elbows.

"Based on a stupid man! It's been over a year. You told Hazal to move on with her life. Now it's your turn, go on with your life!" yang Mehmet while staring at the appearance of his best friend.

Handsome face with a thin mustache and sideburns. Just his body was a little thinner than a year ago.

"Well. I'm trying to get on with my life right now" Kenan said, rubbing his face with one hand and then looking at the black bead in front of him.

"Have you got a place to stay?" Mehmet took one of the glasses on the table and sipped it until half was left.

"I rented a flat near the pier." Kenan stirred up his Turkish coffee cup, sipping the black liquid while inhaling the aroma.

For a moment he fell silent and looked at the plain white cup in front of him then his gaze turned to the piano still standing in the corner of the room.

"Ckckck..," decak Mehmet shook his head.

"Bring my car in front." Mehmet pointed to a silver car parked in front of the cafe.

"Date with a woman tonight!" exciting Mehmet. He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out his car keys. The dark-skinned man set his foot into the cafe kitchen.

A thin smile was drawn from Kenan's face, after his best friend left him. He only shook his head as his bead looked at the key child lying on the wooden-fiber table.

"I'm leaving!" yelled Kenan who immediately took the key and stepped out of the cafe Istanbul. A whistle accompanied his steps.

Mehmet looked at the departure of his best friend with a sweet smile. "May you be lucky, pal," he murmured.

The SUV split Istanbul traffic this afternoon. Heavy traffic crept along the road. A bride's car and her motorcade passed in front of Kenan's car.

The bride's car continued to drive until entering the courtyard of the Four Season Hotel on the edge of the Bosphorus Strait, Istanbul. A luxury hotel with ancient architectural buildings typical of the Ottoman Empire.

A hotel worker opened the back door. A bride came out in her long white dress. His bead of eyes looked at the towering three-story building, as if the huge building was going to bear witness to its execution tonight.

"Dump that sour face of yours! Smile, for soon you will be Lady Ferit Kozan" the groom told his bride.

The man held a palm wrapped in gloves made of white brocade cloth with flowers.

The bride just smiled thinly and hardly even drew like a smile from her beautiful face. Her eyelashes were swept away with thick patches of mascara and a peach-colored lipstick coating adorned her thin lips.

The green-eyed bead looked around him, some people he knew were here. The look in his eyes stopped at the figure of a middle-aged man wearing a black suit with his hair beginning to whiten. He relaxed his hand slightly, but the man beside him clasped his hand even more tightly. It was as if the man would never let go of himself.

The steps of the couple stopped in front of the wedding altar table. Behind the altar table was waiting for a representative from the Istanbul city government and witnesses who would certify their marriage.

"Brother Ferrite Kozan, are you willing to accept Sister Ivy Eleanor as your wife?" ask a representative of the Istanbul municipality who stands among them.

Ferrite took his microphone and looked at the green bead in front of him then said, "I Ferit Kozan am willing to accept Ivy Eleanor as my wife."

"Sister Ivy Eleanor, are you willing to accept brother Ferit Kozan as your husband?" The representative's eyes turned to the bride.

The atmosphere became silent waiting for the answer that came out from Ivy's thin lips. The green-eyed bead looked at his father who was standing not far from him. A streak of anxiety and sadness was painted from the man who had given him life. Then his gaze turned to a beautiful woman who was smiling happily, and a girl his age who looked at him expressionlessly.

"Sister Ivy Eleanor, are you willing to accept brother Ferit Kozan as your husband?" The government representative repeated his question.

The green eyes appear to rotate left and right. Then it stopped right at the brown eye bead that was in front of him.

"This show will be over once you say yes!" ferrite exclaimed in whisper right in front of Ivy's face. But his future wife replied to him with a very cold look in her eyes.

"This marriage will never happen!" exclaiming Ivy who immediately threw a bouquet of bridal flowers to the face of Ferrite.

Pinching her wedding dress, Ivy ran out of her wedding venue to the hotel lobby. Everyone looked dumbfounded upon seeing Ivy's actions.

Ferrite's reddened face stifled his anger and embarrassment in front of the guests. The moustached man stared intently at Victor Eleanor's face, Ivy's father. It was as if he was holding the middle-aged man accountable.

"Fast chase that woman!" shouted Ferrite to his men. "Bring my bride back!"

Ferrite walked over to Ivy's father. Some of the people who were beside Victor immediately rewinded their steps as soon as they saw an intimidation that would threaten them.

"What did your daughter do, huh?" ferrite shouted while clutching the collar of the sixty-year-old man's suit.

"A. I don't know, Ferrite," replied Victor nervously. "I'll find Ivy."

The ferrites immediately released its grip. He rubbed his face and his hair tied back. The brown-eyed bead stared intently at her wedding altar. Her dream of marrying Ivy Eleanor, the son of a garment entrepreneur, ran aground.

"If my men can't find your daughter, then you will have to bear the consequences!" yell Ferrite to Victor. The middle-aged man was increasingly feeling cornered.

Victor immediately contacted the people at his house, to inquire about his daughter's whereabouts.

Ivy, who had managed to get out of the hotel lobby, continued his steps towards the exit. He took off his high heels and ran down the paving block that would take him to the highway.

The Victor princess heard the cries of those who called her name. But he kept running no matter the gaze of a few pairs of eyes, until he reached the hotel gate and was about to cross the highway.

A silver SUV driver stepped on the brakes of his car suddenly, the man was shocked when he saw a bride right in front of his car.

"Nearly..," muttered Kenan as he sighed deeply.

His surprise did not stop here, Kenan was again surprised when the bride opened her car door.

"Quick get me out of here!" ivy exclaimed to the man in the black jacket sitting behind the wheel.

"Who are you?" asked Kenan while squinting both eyes. His gaze turned to the windowpanes, he saw some people were running towards him.

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Visual cast of players. It's just my imagination to make it easier for me to write down the stature of each character. If you have a different direction than me, please use the imagination of friends.

Kenan Fallay

Ivy Eleano's

Kozan Ferrite

Mehmet

Author Message...

This novel is dedicated to Kenan Fallay fans who follow the novel Dangerous Love that I wrote first.

For new readers you can read them separately. But if you want to know Kenan's past story, you can start reading the novel Dangerous Love first.

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