Give Me Your Hand's
DL and GMYH Reunions - Three Months Left
After hearing the opinions of all parties, study the available evidence and consider the defendant's reasons. So the Istanbul City District Court hearing today ruled that defendant Kenan Fallay and defendant Mehmet Dundar were sentenced to one year in prison! Cut to the prison term they have lived all this time!
It is still vividly remembered in Kenan and Mehmet's heartstrings the words of the Judge who sentenced them to one year in prison. The sentence was already withheld with the prison term they had served before the trial. So they only languished for about nine months behind stuffy and damp iron bars.
“Live another three months we will be out here,” Mehmet said after he put down his wheelbarrow. The wagon contained bricks that would be used to repair one of the buildings around the prison.
“If you come out later, you will definitely miss this place,” reply Kenan who helped take some brownish-red stones from Mehmet's cart and put them in a corner of the wall not far from them.
“I?” Mehmet pointed at his own face with his index finger. A small laugh came out from the man's mouth. Now the two men are getting used to living behind a solid wall and high, away from the life of the outside world. “Oh of course... I will miss this filial work every day.”.
Aaron's son laughed at Mehmet's reply. “Close your cafe and become a stone seller.”
“By the way about stones, how's Hazal doing? I never saw him after we moved to this place. Did he not visit you either?” The bald man piled up all his stones near the wall that had just been plastered.
Both corners of the brown lips were pulled downwards. The owner seemed to say that he also did not know the news of the beautiful lawyer. “What does stone have to do with Hazal?”
“You're dying to meet him’an?” goda Mehmet who immediately left his best friend, to push back his empty wagon.
Kenan wiped away the sweat that had filled his forehead. His wet clothes were clinging to every surface of the skin, forming a square mold everywhere. He took the bottom of the tip of his white shirt, then pulled it up to show his plain body.
If there was a woman in this field, she would not stop looking at the chest of the field filled with sexy fine hairs. As if that part looks very comfortable to sleep and caress.
Sweat drops fell from the crown of his head, touching and flowing perfectly down. Stop by the part of his waist that was covered by his black training pants. No woman would refuse to help wiping her hair and her wet sturdy back, like a bed of wet grass covered with dewdrops.
“Hazal...” murmured after he took the white shirt off his face.
If this is a debt, then I don't want you to pay it. Debts will always be remembered and payments will always be forgotten….
A puff of breath came out from his nostrils along with his gaze staring at some of the inmates who were standing not far away from him. His new friends were trying to raise a pile of bricks using a slap rope.
No one knows his true feelings for Hazal or Ivy. Not even he knew how to explain, if the two women asked him.
“I love Ivy, but want Hazal or I actually still love Hazal, but want Ivy. Oh I don't know...,” muttered slowly while ruffling her half-dry hair.
From a distance there was a prison warden floating his gaze around the field surrounded by a number of weeds. The sagging pile of fat was swaying up and down as he ran up to Kenan.
“Hey, 140985! Follow me!” tell the warden of the tambun to him. “Where is your friend 140984?”
“That's him.” Kenan pointed to the direction of the third hour from where he was standing. Mehmet was walking to his place.
“You and you, come with me out!” show the warden to Kenan and Mehmet, “ada who visited you!”
The two men walked following the slow pace of the warden. Passing through every working convict and sitting resting under a shady tree. Entering a small hallway with its dull looking ceramic floor and cracked whitewashed walls everywhere.
The iron door was opened, now they entered a room with a translucent glass wall like an aquarium without a fish. Outside the room, there was another room covered by whitewashed walls.
The rows of chairs that filled each room filled the room that Kenan and Mehmet had just entered. The two entered a different room. Now they are like being in a wartel, when they sit down and pick up the handle of a telephone plane to communicate with their visitors. There was only a piece of window glass covered with a few small holes right in front of their mouths.
“Halo. Can you hear my voice?” mehmet asked Cansu who was sitting in front of him.
His wife showed Mehmet a thumb. “How are you, darling? You look a little more contained than usual.”
"I'm very good to be here. Twice a week I had to lift ten bags of cement and collect bricks. You see, honey,” Mehmet clamped the handle of his phone on one of his earlobes, then his other hand he used to raise his sleeve. “Without fitness, my muscles can grow like this.”
In the left corner, Kenan was talking to Ivy. The way they communicate is also the same as Cansu and Mehmet do. They stuck one of the palms together on the glass wall, to treat their pending longing.
“Your stomach is getting bigger, baby. What's the gender?” asked Kenan who from the beginning he was curious to know the gender of his son.
“I don't want to see it. As long as he grows up healthy, that's enough for me.”
“But why?” Kenan scrunched his forehead.
“I just want to make you more curious and miss him more,” said Ivy with her sparkling beads, “have you prepared a name for him?”
A sigh rang out from the end of Kenan's phone. “I don't know he's a boy or a girl, how can I find a name for him.”
Ivy propped up her chin with one of her palms stuck to the table. A little laugh he showed Kenan. “Begin with... Until you are free later, I will call him by the name Fallay junior.”.
“Fallay junior.” Kenan repeated the words Ivy, “it sounds funny too.” The man laughed out loud.
The laughter suddenly disappeared as Ivy's moans held her stomach. From his seat, Kenan could see that his wife was enduring the pain.
“Ivy! You... are you okay?” Kenan immediately dropped the phone and stood in front of the glass to see the state of his wife. “Ivy!"
“Auww.., Kenan...” Ivy Rintih. Accidentally, the pregnant woman's hand dropped a plastic chair beside her. Other chairs also fall.
“My stomach... hurts.. Please...”.
As soon as he heard the noise and moans of his half-brother, Cansu immediately put the handle of his phone plane on the table and immediately approached Ivy. The pregnant woman was bowing her body with her hand holding the edge of the table.
“Cansu! Tell me what happened to Ivy?” Kenan shouted in his room, but Mehmet's wife could not hear his voice.
Princess Sophia immediately held Ivy's hand, but she was suddenly surprised to see blood stains adorn the back of the pregnant clothes worn Ivy.
“A...is it time for you... giving birth?” ask Cansu who was no less nervous.
While the two men who were in the other room, could only watch the scene that made them wonder with great worry.
“Seems like. Please... take it.. I,” said Ivy stammered as she set her breath, “to home... pain....”.
“Kenan,” call Cansu. With his body language he asked the man to take the handle of his phone back.
“What happened to Ivy?” asked Kenan in a panic.
“He asked me to take him to the hospital. Looks like your son will be born.” Without waiting for a reply Kenan said, Sophia's daughter immediately put the handle of her phone plane and asked Ivy to get out of the room.
The ten fingers pulled each strand of his black hair back. His breathing was hunting down as soon as he saw Cansu and Ivy who had disappeared from his sight. The square-shaped face turned pale at the thought of Cansu's words.
“What's up? What did Cansu say?” urgently Mehmet who saw Aaron's son was walking pacing incessantly around the room.
“It looks like the little angel is coming,” said Kenan who can't stop his steps at this time. He was really upset and panicked, wanting to feel like he was next to Ivy to see the birth of the next Fallay descendant.
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