Give Me Your Hand's
Reunion DL and GMYH - An Irony
A middle-aged man was correcting the location of his reading glasses when he read a letter. The letter was received about three minutes ago. His gaze noticed every row of sentences listed on the white paper then he turned his gaze to his mainstay prosecutor—Hazal Aksal.
“You are sure of your decision?” ask Chief Prosecutor—Onur from behind his glasses, “if I have signed it, you can not go back to this place again. Think carefully. I just feel so sorry for the career you've built so far.”
“I know and I'm sure I will. Once the case is over, I will be a housewife and take care of my own son.” The brown eye bead spoke without the slightest hesitation.
“Alright, if you're sure.” The Chief Prosecutor affixed his signature and returned the letter to Hazal, he understood very well that the woman would never withdraw his words, “now you are no longer a prosecutor. It's possible, someday we'll be opponents in the courtroom.”
“I understand, Mr. Onur. Thank you for your guidance and trust so far. Excuse me,” said Hazal who immediately left his superior room.
The Chief Prosecutor is still staring at Hazal's departure. He felt very lost both his subordinates and his co-workers. Almost every case Hazal dealt with always ended in victory. Throughout her career, the woman prosecutor has thrown many defendants into prisons and gallows. Just because of his personal problems, he chose another path.
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“140984 and 140985!” police officers called two numbers of detainees.
The entire prodeo hotel occupants saw prisoner numbers stitched in the pockets of their shirts. Some remember their identity numbers but some also forget the rows of numbers. Two tall men, the owner of the number, stood up to follow the police officer who would take them to the besuk room.
“There are those who visited you!” The door-opening officer pointed at a woman who was turning her back. The woman wearing a black formal suit with her brown hair was curled up. Leave some children hair on the back of his head.
“Who is he?” mehmet asked the officer in the blue uniform.
“Where do I know!” hardik the officer with a huff.
At first the two men looked at each other and frowned, a big question mark which woman was visiting them. Both of them walked up to the woman. The clattering of their footsteps, made the young woman turn her body.
“Hazal?” A question came out of Mehmet's mouth, but the brown lips beside him were silent. The man still seems awkward, reunited with his ex-wife.
“Halo Kenan... Mehmet,” greet Hazal who directly handed two files to them, “I came here just to ask for your approval. If you agree, sign this file.”
The two pairs of eyeballs move from left to right to read the rows of sentences written on the file. The contents of the file are the same, only the name of the owner is different. After they finished reading the contents of the file, they let out a long sigh and looked at Hazal.
“Why did you choose this path?” ask Kenan.
“Because this way, I can help you guys. If I remain a prosecutor, then I am your opponent,” Hazal replied with a flat expression on her face.
"Well... I follow your path.” Mehmet put his signature at the bottom of the page. So is Kenan, no matter what Hazal's plan, his survival is now in the hands of that woman.
“Now I'm officially your lawyer,” said Hazal with both corners of her lips raised upwards, “now tell me what really happened in that old warehouse. Don't hide anything from me.”
They tell from the beginning of the incident they had problems with Ferit Kozan. Starting from the problem of Kenan's drowning, the problem of Cansu's rape, Ivy's kidnapping ended with the death of Ferit and the people who were with him. Hazal recorded and recorded their explanations.
“I want to go to the toilet.” The dark-skinned man immediately moved from his seat leaving behind Kenan and Hazal
in the besuk room.
The two eyes stared at each other on the surface of the table. The two lips closed to each other for a few seconds. They were like two strangers who had never known each other before, because they had only discussed work since then.
“If there's nothing more you ask, I'm back inside.” Kenan stood up and glanced at the brown bead eyes that still remained the same as a few years ago.
“Down..” Aaron's son stopped his steps when Hazal's voice called his name. From the tail of his eyes, he could see Hazal standing behind him. “What is this coldness of yours because you want to punish me? Honestly, I feel uncomfortable with all this.”
Actually, I just want to make a friendship with you. But apparently, you put up a wall too high for me to climb.
Behind the room, Kenan leaned his body against one of the walls. The son of Aaron breathed deeply while closing his eyelids. Shadows of memories with Hazal again disturbed his mind.
Why are you back, Hazal? When I got used to it without you, why did you disturb the calm that I had been building all this time? You should have refused Ivy's request from the start! You know, I can't punish you. I can't do you any good either.... Just like when I can't pull the trigger
my gun was to kill you back then. You are also incapable of doing the same. We can't hurt each other but also can't have each other, ironic at all right? If I can go back in time, then I will take you away from Istanbul leaving everything behind and help you to forget about your revenge. But it's all over. You and I are over….
The fist hit the ceramic wall very hard. He put his forehead on the arm that stuck to the wall. He rubbed the square face roughly.
“But who told Ivy to call Hazal? I deleted Hazal's number from my phone,” he muttered.
“I told Ivy to contact Hazal.”
The sound made Kenan turn his eyes to the side. He pulled the collar of Mehmet's prisoner's uniform and placed the man on the wall.
“You? Why are you giving me this crazy idea?” The dark gray eye bead glared at his interlocutor.
“Sabar friends..patient. This is not a crazy idea. You and I have appointed Hazal as our defender, so take it! You can't forever avoid the people who are in your past! If you're not done with him, continue after the case is over. Kill her! Shoot her! So that you are content to vent your anger and your disappointment because he only made you a tool!”
A blow floated and landed tore through the corner of Mehmet's lips. The dark-skinned man did not reply. He just stood in front of Kenan and rubbed the corner of his bloody lips.
“Come hit me! Consider me Hazal! You can't do it, huh? Because in reality, you can't accept all this!”
On hearing this, Kenan dropped Mehmet on the floor and beat him repeatedly, until several officers separated them. Not once did Mehmet take Kenan's hit back, he really made himself a Hazal. He just wants his best friend to be conscious and out of his slump.
The chest of the field rose and fell as two officers held both hands. He saw that round face was decorated with red stains. The eyeballs shone sharply as it passed the man who was the victim of his heart's vexation. After successfully separating the two, police officers placed Kenan in solitary confinement while Mehmet was treated in the police doctor's room.
“Log in!” police officer orders Kenan. The officer pushed the muscular body into the 2x1-meter room. The space filled with only one person. “Punishment is in sight, still acting! You won't get a visitation ration until the next three days!”
An iron chain locked the small room that Kenan was currently occupying. The man banged his forehead on the iron bars. Both of his palms clasped tightly onto the cold iron rows on his skin.
I was very disappointed and angry, but I couldn't punish him, hurt him or love him.
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Elsewhere, after talking to Police Captain Cenk about her status as Kenan and Mehmet's lawyer, Hazal looks for evidence that could ease her client's sentence. He also tried to find witnesses who saw the crime of Ferrit to them.
Kenan's sentence in the isolation room passed and the interrogation was over for several days. Aaron's son returned calmer after his meeting with Hazal took place several times.
"Your first trial will begin in two days. Prepare yourselves. I will also prepare myself" Hazal told Kenan and Mehmet.
"Are we going to be free in the first trial?" ask Kenan and Mehmet at the same time.
Hazal shook his head. "Free without punishment is very difficult, but I will try to ease your punishment."
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