Give Me Your Hand's

Surprise On Her Birthday - The Queen of Gambling

One month later, Spring in Istanbul has entered its second month. The flower garden in the middle of the city increasingly showed its identity. Tulip petals in full color bloom like a carpet that becomes a view of the city. The tulip festival has been held for one season.

During that period of one month, the Police continued to look for the whereabouts of Ferit. Kenan and Mehmet are also looking for the troublemaker in their own way. Mehmet was convinced that the long-haired man was still in Istanbul.

The Falea Apartment has now turned into a household industry. Since Kenan signed his letter of agreement with Mandellion, the man employed several women who lived in Nur's old home area. His company needed more manpower to help him complete Mandellion's orders. Already twice this time, Falaea had managed to fulfill their order.

Everyday money goes into the Falaea account. The small company that originally only had Kenan and Ivy, in one month had grown to twenty people. The sound of a sewing machine dynamo, always fills the existence of the room from morning to evening. Deniz and Nur are forced to flee to Mehmet's Apartment when Falaea's workers have arrived, and they both return when the sky is dark.

The weather outside is good today. The king of the day did not so radiate his light strongly. The wind also held itself back from running quickly. White clouds hang over the beautiful blue skyline. Some couples filled a tulip garden in the middle of the city.

Kenan, who was standing behind Ivy, closed his wife's eyes with a piece of black cloth. The man intentionally didn't tell Ivy where they were going. He wanted to surprise the woman. However, his nose started to smell the tulip flowers nearby.

“Are we in the flower garden?” ask Ivy who's trying to guess.

“You'll find out soon enough,” whispered Kenan behind Ivy's ear. Slowly opened the ties of cloth that covered his wife's eyelids.

The bright light immediately greeted his bead when the black cloth slipped from his face. The thin lips were wide open looking at the expanse of thousands of colorful tulips. The eyelids did not blink at all.

“Wow... it is very beautiful.” Ivy held both of her own cheeks staring at the flower garden that was in front of her.

“Happy birthday, dear,” Kenan said with one hand hugging Ivy from behind, while his other hand held a rope that was used to tie some balloons.

The balloon was made up of two colors with different inscriptions on each body. Starting from happy birthday writing to other romantic words. All of the writing represented Kenan's feelings for Ivy. After a long time of acquaintance, Ivy sees for the first time the other side of Kenan.

“Wait, there's more.” Kenan stopped saying Ivy wanted to thank him.

“There again?” Ivy's eyebrows are intertwined, looking towards Kenan who is behind him.

“Hold this.” Kenan gives the balloon bond to Ivy.

The delicate palm received her husband's gift. Ivy was busy reading one by one the sentences written on each balloon that moved to the right and left due to the wind. The young woman did not realize that Kenan was taking something out of his pants pocket.

A golden necklace suddenly appeared before Ivy's eyes. The green-eyed bead stared at a pendant with the engraving of their first name initials, KI. The golden necklace slowly descended and landed on the curve of his neck. He felt the brown lips touch his back neck gently, the fine hairs tickling mischievously on his skin.

“Do you not like it?” asked Kenan, who had noticed Ivy, who had been looking down on her face to see her necklace.

Ivy turned her body towards Kenan. He saw the man clenching his lips together. Both corners of the thin lips were raised upwards. The red-copper lipstick polish, making Ivy's white skin more colorful.

She held her arms behind her husband's neck, as did Kenan, who responded by wrapping her arms around Ivy's waist. The gentle breeze blew away some of their hair.

“I'm very.. love it.” Ivy extended the word ‘very’ by closing both of her eyelids, then reopening them.  The expression on the face made Kenan's heart rustle.

“But...” The words came to a halt, the bead of Kenan's eyes fixed.

“I think his initials are less than one letter,” continued Ivy while inserting his hair that has since flown behind his ears.

“Less one letter? Whatchu mean? Is there any other name besides the two of us?” Kenan immediately squinted both of his eye beads. His jawbone without it began to protrude and harden. The sound of that breath began to snort.

In his heart, Ivy laughed out loud at Kenan's facial expression. Her husband was like he was hating someone. “There is a third person among us.”.

“O...third person? Mak.... You mean you... You love another man?” Kenan's face had already started to turn red withstanding his anger. The disappointment began to spread to his heart.

Unable to hold back the laughter that he craved alone, Ivy raised a little of his heel to reach the limit of Kenan's ears. The young lady brought her lips closer to whisper something to Kenan.

“Those third person is in my stomach.”

“You…. You pregnant?” Kenan immediately widened his eyes. His gaze was now fixed on Ivy's flat stomach, as soon as he managed to impregnate his wife.

Ivy just nodded her head and smiled sweetly. This time he could not help but laugh at Kenan's fickle facial expression in these few seconds.

“Means I'll be a dad?” Those dark gray eye beads were a little glazed.

“Agreat father for our son.” Ivy rubbed her stomach.

Kenan immediately hugged Ivy tightly and made the slender body spin. The balloon bond was separated from Ivy's hand. The ten balloons flew high into the sky, along with the shock the woman gave her husband.

“You know, Honey. You have made me have a complete family. A family I never felt after my mother died. Not just a home for a residence, but truly a home that contains warmth and affection in it. I really love you.”

“You think there's another guy I love?” god Ivy with his giggling laughter.

The square face that was met with red restrained his embarrassment. “You're really naughty, honey. Already do not tease me or..”.

“Or what?”

“Or we will finish it in bed,” sighs Kenan who makes Ivy instantly float her pinch to her muscular stomach.

“Auw…! Why do all women always pinch if she's angry?” kenan protested while rubbing the Ivy pinch marks on his stomach.

“What did you say? All women? How many women have pinched your stomach besides me?” The green-eyed bead glared at Kenan.

Finish me off if he's angry…. He'll tell me to sleep outside.

Aaron's son could only smile by showing a row of his teeth in front of Ivy. “Darling, you were wrong. Not all women. Nope-not. I mean you're the only woman I love who likes to pinch my belly.”

“What? You think I'm a bad woman? You're really outrageous!” Ivy immediately pushed Kenan's body away from him. The low-heeled shoes immediately stepped into the car.

Kenan patted himself on the forehead and cursed his mouth which returned wrongly to speak. “Why are these few days, she is so fierce and so sensitive?”

Ivy's Favorites.

“May they sell baklava,” murmured when he entered the last building. About ten places to eat he had come just to find a sweet snack containing nuts and honey.

“Thank you,” said Kenan after the food vendor gave him a large box of baklava.

He took out some lira from his wallet. He stepped up and laughed cheerfully in his heart. In his mind Ivy would cry and land his kiss repeatedly for seeing his sacrifice to buy baklava.

The still-warm smell of baklava began to permeate Ivy's sense of smell, when Kenan just got into the car. The look of Ivy's annoyed face suddenly shone, when Kenan showed me the baklava he had just bought.

“This is for you, eat. You know, how I ...”

Kenan's words immediately came to a halt, as Ivy immediately snatched the box containing the baklava from his hand. His mouth could only open to see his wife devouring the pieces of baklava. His hope of seeing the woman cry was lost instantly. He could only swallow his saliva and rub his wringing stomach when the baklava was gone.

"Can you take me to the gynecologist?” Ivy asked after he wiped his mouth with a piece of tissue and gulped down his drink.

“Ya... of course I can take you,” replied Kenan who directly run his vehicle to the hospital. Seeing his wife smile again, Kenan forgets his hunger.

“Hopefully my son will have a face like Ivy, but he has a nature like me. But... my nature is also not too good, or put it this way..he is handsome like me and moody like his mother,” muttered Kenan behind the steering wheel. The words were heard by Ivy.

Ivy just shook her head looking at Kenan's ridiculous behavior. In his mind, he also imagined a petite figure that looked like Kenan. The thin lips smiled while stealing glances looking at the face beside her husband.

A nurse called Ivy's queue number and asked them to immediately enter the doctor's room. An Obstetrician began examining Ivy's stomach through his Ultrasound. Kenan noticed a black spot indicated by the woman's doctor.

“Congratulations, Mr. Kenan. Your wife is pregnant and her gestational age is entering four weeks.”

“What's the gender, Doc? Is she a boy or a girl?” ask Kenan.

The man drew his gaze closer to the USG machine monitor screen. He wanted to see the gender of his son from the black and white screen. He shifted, pulled and wiped the screen like his phone screen. In the hope that the black dot will grow. Kenan's behavior actually makes Ivy laugh scattered on his chair.

“The gender is not yet visible, sir. You can find out after the age of the womb Mrs Ivy stepped on the age of 24 weeks, that's also if the position of the fetus is good,” explained the Doctor who also smiled to see the actions of Kenan.

“Oh worth it, I can't see it. I guess the machine belongs to the damaged Doctor.” Kenan snorted and again stood beside Ivy.

“Already, the important thing is he grows healthy,” entertain Ivy who still can not stop laughing.

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Cansu clasped tightly onto her bag containing her mother's clothes and some fruits. A pair of his feet walked gontai down the ceramic floor that already looks dull. Passing through some plain walls around him. Only Mehmet's hand grips always gave him strength.

For the first time, Cansu ventured to visit her mother. Not in prison as Ivy said a while ago, but in a Mental Hospital located far from Istanbul. The hospital was in a mountainous area with a calm atmosphere, away from the hustle and bustle of the city.

Both of his ears caught the sound of the door knob being turned. His head turned towards the open door. From inside, a guard in brown clothes called out to Cansu and Mehmet. The two entered the room and wrote their names in a book listing visits.

After taking care of the administration, a guard drove them to a room that was bounded by a large window. From that place, Cansu and Mehmet can see Sophia who is playing together with other patients whose age is not much different from her mother. The middle-aged woman was like a gambling queen who loved playing cards. She laughed and clapped her hands, not knowing what made her happy.

“Sometimes Lady Sophia still likes to scream and bang her head against the wall,” the guard said explaining Sophia's condition to them. Cansu could only sigh and then look back at his mother.

“What about his health? Does my mom eat regularly here?” Cansu asked that, as he saw the face and stature of his mother look thinner than before.

“The body is very healthy. His blood pressure and everything is normal. He eats three times a day. It's just…. Since he lived here, we have seen him four times taking baklava, menamen, sandwiches and yoghurt. He keeps it under his bed.”

“Then? Would my mom be mad if you took it?” Cansu asked without looking at the guard's face, but his bead kept his eyes on his mother. He knows who the food is.

“What you say is true, Madam. He went on a rampage and attacked us or his roommate. Once upon a time, he grabbed his roommate just because his friend took his baklava.”

A drop of clear liquid soaked his square face. Cansu placed one of his palms on the glass window in front of him. It was as if he wanted to touch his mother's face.

“You know, Mehmet. These foods are our favorite food. Baklava is Ivy's favorite food, menamen is Deniz's favorite food, sandwich is Victor's father's favorite food and. My mom still remembers us.” The tears were getting wet on his face. Mehmet tried to comfort him by rubbing his wife's head.

“Sophia's mom can only remember things or things related to her. But he doesn't remember the people closest to him. I'm sorry, if I say this to you. Actually he does not remember his family, all he remembers is his stocks.” The guard could only sigh at the state of the mother and child.

I think the Kozan Company shares made it like this. Mehmet said in his heart.

For a few minutes Cansu watched his mother. He saw a smile on his pale lips. However, those eyes looked empty. It is like a body without a soul in it. His heart began to be able to accept his mother's condition, maybe it's better for his mother to be cared for in this place.

“Mistress, this is my mother's clothes and these are fruits for her. Please give all this to my mother,” said Cansu while giving the cloth bag to the guard. “If my mother is sick or needs something, you can contact me.”

“Good, Mistress."

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“Bos, I just saw the person we were looking for all this time,” There was a man's voice from the end of Mehmet's phone.

“Where did you see it?” Mehmet walked out of the cafe.

“At a small kiosk outside Istanbul city."

“Follow that person and find out where he lives. Make sure that he is the person we have been looking for all this time!”

“Good, Boss.”

“To what extent will you continue to hide, huh? Sooner or later I will definitely find you!” the self-talking muttered Mehmet stared at the screen of his phone.

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