Give Me Your Hand's

Wish a Jumping Squirrel Will Finally Fall Too

How far you run. Even in the darkest room you hide yourself. You will never find peace and happiness. The earth will pull out your body, the sky will show you who you are and the gusts of wind will spread all your decay. A loser will keep running and hiding himself, but a hero will come forth with his might.

After failing to escape to Paris, Ferit now lives in a small town not far from Istanbul. Armed with the savings he could save, Ferrite rented a small house in the city. The brown-haired man slashed his long hair and beard. His current appearance was like that of a man in general with short hair, mustachioed and thinly minced.

The rope was joined together to tie a pair of sneakers that wrapped both feet. The burly body was hiding behind a blue jeans shirt. He wore a black glasses to disguise his appearance. The reflection of the mirror displayed a different figure than before.

A black luxury car made Ferrit's appearance in the city look striking. But for Ferrit to sell his favorite car is the same as breaking both legs at this time. A small puff of smoke touched his face when the bottle cap slipped off his glass body. The golden-brown liquid spilled out soaking his hands. The jakun on his neck appeared to rise and fall as the lip of the bottle touched his lips.

“How much is everything?” ask a waiter who works in the store.

The maid mentioned mentioning a nominal figure to Ferrit.

“Give me some instant noodle packs for the change.” Ferrite gave a piece of Lira money to the servant.

“Good, Mr.” The waiter picked up a bottle of Ferrite and a few minutes later, he came back to the table with a plastic bag containing five packs of instant noodles.

The plastic bag containing five packs of instant noodles landed perfectly in the back seat of his car. Now the brown-eye bead turned its gaze to a stall across the street. A kiosk selling tabloids and newspapers.

Ferrite took the papers today. He opened the pages one by one. The brown-eye beads move around writing after writing, from the main page to the backyard. In about two weeks, he did not see any photos of himself in newspapers or online news.

Maybe the police closed the case? It's good that if that happens, I can work out my new plan to get Ivy back. I don't care if he's married or not!

Two figures of men in leather jackets who were standing not far from where Ferit started to focus his attention on the man. They set their eyes alternately on a piece of photo and the figure of a short-haired man standing in front of a stall.

“What do you think?”

“Hair and appearance are different. The man in the photo looks fierce, while the one there is like a good man.”

“Can you be this. There are no good men in this world! Haha.... I'd better call Boss Mehmet."

“Use my phone only. My free pulse is still plenty.

When Ferit had just returned the newspaper to the seller, one of Mehmet's men contacted Mehmet in Istanbul. While his other colleagues continued to pay attention to Ferrite.

“Bos, I just saw the person we were looking for all this time.”

“Where did you see it?”

“We saw it in a small town near Istanbul.” The man saw that he was on the other side, while the man they were targeting had already entered his black car.

“Follow that person and find out where he lives. Make sure he's the one we've been looking for all this time!

“Good, Boss.”

The black luxury car had driven away from the stall. Mehmet's two men immediately jumped into his car. They followed the luxury car from a distance away. There were two cars in front of them. The two continued to hunt for the luxury car.

Now the black car turned into a rather small road. They followed him too. On the narrow street, there were only two cars there. From the rear view mirror, Ferrite saw a blue Jeep car behind him.

“Do not get close, the man can be suspicious!” exclaim his partner sitting next to the wheel. The driver of the Jeep

lowering his speed when his vehicle was at the end of the road, while the black car had already turned to the left leaving them.

“Hey, where is that black car?”

They are now on a large highway, which can be traversed by two vehicle lanes. Several four-wheeled vehicles passed there. They didn't see that fancy car there.

“Lost already! You told me not to come near! Lookie! The man is gone now!” squeal the driver of the car who vent his frustration by pressing his car gear violently.

“Hei! Don't you blame me! You also have eyes to see!”

The driver of the Jeep car snorted after hearing the chattering of his friend who was not qualified. He tried his luck to follow that path. Straight ahead, who knows at the end of the road he met the luxury car.

A reddish glow began to burst into the horizon. The twilight had appeared before everyone's eyes. Some car drivers begin to stretch their legs when their vehicles stop at a crossroads. There was also a point that the traffic light let out its red light.

“Hei! That's her car!” exclaimed the driver when he saw the luxury car stopped in the direction of one hour. He stretched his finger muscles while waiting for the traffic light to turn green.

“Come pursue him!” exclaimed partner. “Quick! Don't let him disappear again!”

“Your mouth is like a woman! Be quiet! I'm chasing him!”

The Jeep car moves along with the vehicle in front of it also moves. They took the same path as the one taken by the black car. Follow him wherever the car goes. Ferrite saw the blue Jeep back in the back of his car, but the man only raised both corners of his lips upwards. His hand changed his rearview mirror to make it easier for him to watch the blue car.

Until they arrived in an area far from the residential area. An area far from the city center. Not many houses were built on that land. Along the way, there were only five houses with distances far apart. Tall trees and weeds become a separator between homes.

The luxury car stopped in front of a small house with a row of wooden stairs in front of it. Without a neighbor to his right. While the driver of the Jeep car stopped his vehicle not far from the Ferrite car. They saw the driver of the luxury car get out of his vehicle and climb one by one the stairs that brought him into the house. Yellow light began to light up from a chandelier on the porch of the house.

“It turns out you're smart too, secretly taking a photo of that guy.” The driver of the Jeep car chuckled at his friend.

“I will send the man's photo and the car photo to Boss Mehmet.” A few seconds later, a notification message was sent from his phone.

“What do we do now?”

“We'll just wait here while waiting for the Boss.” command

Inside the small house with its walls and floors made of wood, a pair of brown-eyed beads stared at the Jeep car outside. “It turns out that Jeep car is indeed suspicious. Come here then I will welcome you all!”

enlarge the appearance of the photo on his phone, because the photo was taken from a long distance. He rubbed the dark-skinned face violently. He put his palm in his mouth, thinking.

Is this the bugger's car? I don't remember it too much. This man had short hair and his hair color was also darker than before.

He rubbed his slippery chin without being filled with feathers around it. His eyes are looking for the whereabouts of Cansu who now helps him work in the cafe. The woman was at the cashier table and was serving visitors who would pay their food and drink bills. At first glance they met each other, and his wife threw a smile at him.

After the cafe visitor finished paying and saw the somewhat quiet atmosphere of the cafe, Mehmet waved his hand at Cansu. The young woman wearing a black top and white jeans approached the wooden table where her husband was sitting.

“What's up?” Cansu sat himself beside Mehmet's chair. She saw her husband swinging his cell phone with his finger.

“My men sent me some photos that they suspected the man was the troublemaker.” Mehmet waited for Cansu's reaction, whether his wife was angry, crying or silent.

“I leave everything to you. I have considered the savage man dead since long ago,” said Cansu as she put her five fingers on the sidelines of her husband's fingers.

The bald man pulled his wife's body against him. A friendly kiss landed on the top of the woman's head. From his brown lips, he whispered, “I promise, I will give you justice.

Cansu looked at the photo Mehmet had given him and zoomed in on the screen.

“How? Is the man in the photo the savage?” ask Mehmet.

“Okay, I also had a little doubt. If the car I never saw the car, but if the man..” Cansu closed his eyes, recalling the morning incident at the hotel after he regained consciousness.

“You okay?” Mehmet saw his wife close her eyes very firmly and hold her head.

“Only... only that time I saw it... as close as that.” Cansu opened her eyelids. “I'm fine. I was just trying to remember his face.

All this time he had only seen a glimpse of Ferit's face. In this year and a half, he only met the man at his late stepfather's office and at Ivy's null and void wedding. Cansu's words made Mehmet close his lips and set his gaze on the reflection of the light of the lamp that fell on a row of drink glasses hanging on top of the closet.

“It looks like I know, who can recognize the man in this photo!” exclaims Cansu with his blue eye bead that shines like sea water exposed to the sheen of sunlight.

“Who?” Mehmet looked at his wife.

“Ivy. Yes... she must have recognized the man in this photo.”

“I will contact Kenan to tell him that we are going to his apartment.” Mehmet took his cell phone and immediately contacted his best friend.

The moon began to raise its form to the dark sky. However, his round body was partially covered by a cloud that gave him no chance to reveal himself. For him it does not matter because he is only the ruler of the night that does not have the power to shine.

Some visitors were still seen queuing to pay for their food and drink bills. Cansu's fingers were busy counting the banknotes and pressing the tiny buttons on his calculating machine. The printer in front of her spewed out a small piece of paper as soon as the woman pressed a red key embedded in the keyboard.

A writing ‘close’ clearly emblazoned on the glass door leaf. The clinking sounds of cutlery and cooking utensils clashed with each other. Some cafe workers are still preoccupied with cleaning cafe tables and dirty dishes in the kitchen. Mehmet was counting the amount of food in his refrigerator. Since he married Cansu, his wife has helped him quite a lot in cafes. He handed over all the bookkeeping of the cafe to the woman.

Almost twelve o'clock at night, the cafe lights were extinguished. All of its residents have returned to their homes except for the cafe owner who still measures the length of the Istanbul City highway in the middle of the night. Fortunately, the Falaea Apartment building is located across the street from where he lives.

Kenan immediately walked towards the door of his apartment as soon as he heard the bell ringing. If Mehmet hadn't told her before, maybe the bald man would have waited to stand a few hours in front of the door. The handle of the door was turned and the door leaf was opened displaying two human figures with his tired-looking face standing in front of him.

“Come.” Kenan turned his head towards the room. The couple set their feet and landed their bodies on a soft sofa in pitch black.

“Sit down, I'll call Ivy.”

The sound of footsteps approaching them, made Cansu and Mehmet turn his gaze to the figure of the brown-haired woman with her slightly pale face.

“Halo Cansu's…. Hello Mehmet... How are you?” asked Ivy who welcomed the arrival of his brothers with a friendly smile. As always, the woman was cheerful. Kenan invited her to sit next to him.

“Ya, our good news. Your face is a little pale, are you sick?” Cansu looked unwell, as it interfered with their rest time.

A small laugh came out from the woman's thin lips along with her head. The green-eyed bead glanced at her husband. “All this is because of him.”

“What did he do to you? Did he hit you?” Mehmet leaned his body. In front of him was a rectangular glass table that separated his seat from Kenan's seat. Cansu also seemed to notice Kenan and Ivy.

“Do I spare that to the mother of my son?” Kenan rubbed Ivy's back hair gently.

“You pregnant?” ask Cansu and Mehmet together.

Ivy nodded her head with her wide smile. “And you will be his Uncle and Aunt.”

Cansu immediately got up to his feet and hugged Ivy to congratulate him. From his seat, Mehmet simply pointed his fist and laughed at Kenan.

“Oh yes, by the way what are you guys doing here tonight?” Ivy asked after Cansu returned to his seat.

Mehmet told me about his men's findings today. He also asks Ivy to look at a photo of a man and a car on his phone, which he suspects is Ferrite.

“You must have recognized his face even though he changed his appearance,” Mehmet said.

Ivy looked away at Kenan as if she was asking her husband. Aaron's son nodded his head and gave Mehmet's cell phone to his wife.

Just like the previous two people, Ivy also zoomed in on the phone's screen.  The green-eyed bead stared intently at the face of the short-haired man with his thin sideburns and whiskers. Then his fingertips shifted the screen of the phone, looking at the back photo of a luxury car in black. He enlarged the number plate attached to the back of the car and….

“This car Ferrite!” it was Ivy's strangulation that left the three people shocked and focused their attention on him. “Mistakably, this man is.. Ferrit Kozan!”

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