Give Me Your Hand's

DL and GMYH Reunion - A Meeting Promise

After leaving the police station, Cansu chose to return home to his apartment rather than continue his work at the cafe. His footsteps went down every granite floor in the apartment lobby to the floor where he lived. He pressed a bell button on top of his head.

“Cansu? Tumben you're home.” Nur was surprised to see Sophia's daughter who was already standing in front of him. Usually the young woman will go home when it is dark.

“I have to find something,” replied Cansu who directly barged in and without changing her footwear, she rushed towards her room.

He opened his desk drawer one by one and his wardrobe, but Mehmet's phone did not appear in his sight. Throwing his pillow and blanket in any direction, he lifted his mattress, still there is no communication tool.

“Where is that phone?” he murmured while rubbing the base of his nose that was wet from sweat.

“As I recall, I kept it in this room. Not in my old house.” Cansu walked back and forth in front of his bed.

He took out all his clothes and Mehmet's clothes, and he saw that the closet was empty. The apartment was not as big as Ivy's and only consisted of one bedroom, there was no way the item had suddenly disappeared.

“What are you looking for? Maybe I can help you,” said Nur who suddenly entered the room.

Without turning his body, Cansu asked Nur Mehmet's phone, his hands still busy unpacking the contents of his furniture. “Did you see it? Thin phone is black with a big screen. I kept it in my room.”

“What on the phone is your wedding photo?” Nur's question immediately made Cansu stop his activities.

“Iya, where is that phone?”

“So Deniz took him out, he wanted to use that phone to do his schoolwork at the pool.”

“What?” Cansu immediately turned his body to look at the fat woman who was tightly grasping her own palm.

Without waiting for another explanation from Nur, Cansu took her handbag and just walked out leaving Nur alone. He and Ivy do not blame Nur for Mehmet and Kenan's capture. He knew the woman was just trying to help find Ivy who was kidnapped at the time. But today, he was cold and indifferent because he was chasing time to find the phone.

After being on the second floor, Cansu spread his gaze throughout the room. A rectangular swimming pool with its open roof was in front of his eyes. He looked for the brown-haired boy around the seat surrounding the four sides of the pool.

From a distance Cansu had already called his half-sister who was sitting near the pool. The boy immediately put the black phone out of his grasp once his half-brother was already in front of him. The small face's sharpened when he saw that Cansu would scold him.

"Sorry.. forgive me, Cansu,” Deniz said with a vibrating voice, “a... I want to say it..to you, ta.. but this morning...

Cansu could only sigh deeply, wanting to get angry, but the moment he saw those tears had welled up in the corner of Deniz's eyes, making him undo his intentions. The boy apologized to her anyway.

“Alright, this time I won't scold you. I need that phone now. Are you done with your schoolwork?” asked Cansu after he sat himself beside Deniz.

“I just finished working on it.” Deniz gives Mehmet's phone to Cansu.

“Alright, I'll go first. Later tonight I will bring you a piece of tiramisu cake from the cafe,” said Cansu after he managed to find a name he was looking for. The green-eyed bead that resembled Ivy's was looking at Cansu had far left him.

Cansu walked up the elevator that would take him to the fifth floor. On the floor there is an overpass that connects it with the Ivy apartment building. The high-heeled shoes make his voice every time he steps. I don't know how many steps he has passed to reach the apartment building opposite. Until finally he has set his footwear on the seventh floor of the home Ivy.

“What Ivy has come home?” Cansu asked a woman he thought was a Falaea worker.

“Yes. Madame Ivy just got home, looks like she's in the bathroom.” The woman allowed Cansu to go inside.

The sound of the dynamo roar of the sewing machine welcomed the arrival of Cansu. The machine is crumpled at each table. It stopped for a few seconds and then the voice came back. The women were busy putting buttons and sticking small beads on a dress that was long enough to touch the floor. They did not pay much attention to Cansu, because of the demands of their work to be completed according to the time set by Ivy.

“Cansu? What's the matter with you here?” Suddenly the sound that was heard was shocking to him.

A pale face with teary eye beads makes Cansu concerned about Ivy's condition. The pregnant woman immediately wiped the liquid that soaked her thin lips with a piece of tissue, then tucked all her long hair back.

It must have been his nausea just relapsed

“Come here, there's something I want to talk to you about.” Cansu took Ivy by the hand and led her stepbrother into the study. He closed the door and locked it from the inside.

Mehmet's wife asked Ivy to sit on the sofa. Long, soft seats that are usually placed in the living room, now have to evacuate into the Ivy workspace, because this apartment is not enough if the workers have begun to arrive. It was on the sofa that Sophia's daughter told Mehmet a message and gave the phone to Ivy.

“Contact Hazal?” Ivy does not believe in the idea given by Mehmet, for him this is the silliest idea he heard. Ask for help from a prosecutor. “A...I can't, Cansu!”

The blue-eyed bead snapped after hearing Ivy's rejection. “Why can't you? This is the only way to help our husband. If only Mehmet had allowed me to contact the woman's prosecutor, I'd have done it since.”

“Because you don't know who the prosecutor is! She is Kenan's ex-wife!”

Almost the black phone was detached from Cansu's hand. “A...what? So before Kenan married you...he was already married?”

“Yes, their wedding is no more than an hour. The story is very long!” Ivy exclaimed with a slight cry. He immediately took the phone from Cansu's hand and put it back in his brother's bag.

“Tu.. wait Ivy. I know maybe you. You are jealous but.., please think about the fate of Mehmet and Kenan,” said Cansu who stopped his words for a while, he wanted to see Ivy's reaction, Ivy said, “if you do not want to think about the fate of the two men, think about the fate of this child.”

In great anxiety and dilemma, Ivy sighed. His ten fingers intertwined and he looked at Cansu with a feeling he could not say.

“I..this is not a jealous issue. But..., I'm not sure Kenan will approve of my actions,” Ivy said as she closed her eyelids, a shadow of the incident before they got married dancing in her mind, “he does not want to be in touch with his ex-wife and the whole family Aksal.”

The silent atmosphere was happening inside. Cansu doesn't think that asking for Ivy's help is harder than he imagined. She just wishes her husband was free. He held Ivy's hand and lowered his body to kneel before his brother.

"What are you doing, Cansu? Wakeup!” Ivy tried to pull the hand of Cansu who was now holding both knees, but his brother refused to rise to his feet before he let out his heart.

“I'm sorry, if you think I'm selfish. It's true I'm selfish. But I.., I just want Mehmet to be free. Mehmet said the woman's prosecutor was his only hope at the moment. I beg of you to contact that prosecutor.” The clear liquid almost melted out of the blue eye bead.

“Please Ivy.. think of your son too. Please...”.

Ivy could not bear to hear Cansu's plea and tears. His bead looked at the ceiling of his room then turned to his stomach.

Is this really the only way to help them? I've been trying to get around here looking for a lawyer, but the results are nil. Is Kenan's life and future in her hands? If Hazal was willing to help, would Kenan be willing to accept help from her? But.. If Hazal is not willing, what should I do to help her? Oh my God, I'm really confused.

“Wake up,” said Ivy while wiping away her own tears. “Give me that phone, I'll try contacting Hazal.”

In the room, Ivy tries to contact Hazal with her own phone. Leaning against a glass cabinet, he waited for his call to be connected. There's no answer. He tried it back. After the fifth call, he only managed to hear the voice of the woman. As Mehmet said, it is not easy for an ordinary resident to approach a prosecutor.

“Halo.”

“Halo, is it true... This is Hazal Aksal's number?” There was a puff of breath on the end of the phone because Ivy tried to eliminate his nervousness.

“Yes. Who are you?”

“My name is Ivy Eleanor. There's something I want to talk to you about... Kenan Fallay.” Ivy just said a keyword that allowed her to meet Hazal.

After saying her husband's name, Ivy could only bite her lower lip. His current situation makes it like being at a gambling table, betting on whether Hazal will agree to meet him or not.

However, from behind his phone Ivy heard the sound of a falling object. His voice was like that of a glass object falling onto the floor and another object with a voice that was slower and heavier than the first. Almost a minute Ivy waited for Hazal's answer.

“Ke...Hand of Fallay?”

“Yes. Can we meet today or maybe tomorrow?” asked Ivy who was thinking for sure the interlocutor was surprised upon hearing her husband's name.

“Good. Meet me tomorrow at one o'clock in the afternoon, at a coffee shop in the Bosphorus.” area

“OK. I'm wearing black, see you tomorrow afternoon.”

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