Give Me Your Hand's

DL and GMYH Residences - Past Debts

A breeze blew away some strands of Ivy's hair. He lifted his face and saw a coffee shop located near the Bosphorus Strait, Istanbul. The coffee shop with its luxurious building consists of two floors and several plants running around the balcony fence that is above his head. He chooses to meet Hazal alone and refuses the help of Cansu who wants to accompany him.

“I just want to know the face of Kenan's ex-wife.” A piece of Cansu said while they were still in the apartment. Sontak Ivy immediately glared at his half-brother's face. The pregnant woman promises Cansu to tell her about the outcome of her meeting with Hazal.

Ivy accidentally arrives earlier than he has scheduled, just because the woman wants to prepare her heart to meet Hazal. A red sofa in the left corner became his target. From his seat, he could see anyone who entered the cafe room.

His eye beads surrounded a menu list that was in a long book that a cafe waitress gave him. He was looking for a drink that could relieve his nausea, it turns out that there is only a European food menu and a variety of seafood. Kissing the fishy smell of fish alone has made Ivy's stomach feel stirred.

“Give me a glass of orange juice,” Ivy told the waiter.

Exactly one o'clock in the afternoon, after the cafe waiter placed Ivy's order on the table. A young woman with her slender body and long, light brown hair walked into the room. After he ordered his favorite drink, he spread his eyes looking for a woman wearing black.

Looks like that woman was there….

The woman walked to a red sofa in the left corner of the room. He saw that the young woman who might be a little younger than him was enjoying a glass of his drink. He also cleared his throat, making the green-eyed woman sitting on the sofa lift her face.

“Did you contact me yesterday?” ask the young lady standing on her high-heeled shoes.

Ivy was silent for a few seconds, feeling that the woman standing before him was Hazal.

A beautiful, thin-faced woman with her hair beautifully severed and a pair of large, circular earrings adorned both of her ears. Formal clothing on the knees maroon wrapped his tall body and wrapped around the belt berberk showed the curves of his body.

His mind was about to put together a question is this beautiful woman a prosecutor? She looks more like an artist, a model or maybe a businesswoman's daughter.

What am I compared to him that looks so perfect. It's not wrong if Kenan used to love him very much and it's hard to forget him. What's on my mind? Now the one who is his wife is me. Not him.

“Oh. I called you yesterday. My name is Ivy Eleanor,” said Ivy got up and extended her hand to the woman in front of her. He deliberately did not say the name Fallay behind his name, before he learned of the reaction of the female prosecutor.

The woman returned Ivy's hand and introduced herself. “I Hazal Aksal. Nice to meet you.”

Hazal's bead eyes are instantly fixed on a strand of Ivy's necklace that suddenly protrudes out as the woman who is in the

in front of him it will sit itself. A necklace with a pendant bearing the initials KI, made Hazal think further about the woman.

KI... What are the initials of Kenan and Ivy? Who is this woman?What's he got to do with Kenan?

“Yesterday you said you wanted to talk to me about Kenan Fallay. What's your relationship with him?” Hazal asked as she continued to watch the look on Ivy—'s face - a beautiful woman with natural makeup and dark brown hair that was left unraveled.

One word made Hazal swallow her saliva, she was quite surprised to see the woman sitting in front of her was the wife of her ex-husband. The man who had given him the burden of regret, had now built a new life.

“Dan... I also know about your life story with my husband,” Ivy continued.

“You don't misunderstand me. Kenan and I had..” Hazal tried to explain but a waiter suddenly approached her and placed a cup of Turkish Coffee in front of her.

Ivy just nodded her head and smiled faintly. “I invite you to meet not to talk about your past relationships. I know that your relationship is over, and you are also married to Japheth Aksal. I met you because.. because I wanted to ask you for help.”.

“Help?” A frown appeared on Hazal's forehead.

Victor's daughter sighed and then stared at the row of floodlights that were extinguished because the day was still bright. He tried to convince himself that what he did was right, all this for the sake of the child in the womb in order to meet his father.

“Now Kenan and Mehmet are in prison, they are arrested by the police for murder in the old warehouse.”

It was like a bucket of ice water dousing Hazal's face. The face suddenly stiffened and felt very cold. Almost two years, he had never heard from Kenan, once he got the news that the man was tripping over a very heavy problem.

A flash of her mind began to revolve around thinking about the newspaper a few days ago that she had read in this place with Japheth. A murder that killed twelve people in an old warehouse, with the suspects initialed KF and MD.

So. The news is about Kenan. Has he become like his father?

Suddenly a palm was clutching Hazal's hand tightly. He saw a puddle of water begin to wet the green eye bead in front of him. The two green eyeballs looked at him with hope.

“I beg you.. set Kenan free, he is innocent. He just saved me from that damned man. My husband has sacrificed his company and life for you in the past, this time only.. I am only begging you for this time..help me...”.

Hazal's red lips were tightly clenched. He did not know what to answer, for him this was also a dilemma. Standing among the many crossroads, he had to choose one of the paths that lay before him. Her family, husband, job and past debts are suddenly coming.

“I can't give you an answer, Mrs Fallay.” Hazal retreated her chair and was about to leave Ivy.

That sentence surprised Ivy. He tries to catch Hazal's step near the door of the cafe. His hand reached Hazal's hand.

“Hazal, I beg you. Give this child in my womb a chance to reunite with his father.” The tributary thrust out through the limits of Ivy's defense.

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