Give Me Your Hand's

DL and GMYH Reunions - Descendants of Fallay

“What's up? What did Cansu say?” urgently Mehmet who saw Aaron's son was walking pacing incessantly around the room.

“Looks like that little angel is coming.” Kenan could not stop his steps at this moment. He was really upset and panicked, wanting to feel like he was next to Ivy to see the birth of his child. But he doesn't know how to get out of here.

Do I have to wait another three months to see my son? Oh my….

“Arggghh!” yelled Kenan half frustrated.

“Hey, you! Don't scream! This is your room, huh?” One of the prison guards pointed his iron rod at Kenan.

The old gray-eyed bead glared at the warden who was not far from him. With his hands clenched, Kenan immediately stepped up to beat up the man but his hands were immediately prevented by Mehmet.

“Stop, Kenan! You'll add trouble!” whispered Mehmet with his repressive voice.

“Let go of me!” furious Kenan.

“I won't let go of your hand, until you can hold back your emotions!” Mehmet even tightened his hand. The bald man seemed to not care, if today Kenan will beat him again like some time ago.

The son of Aaron closed his eyelids and exhaled deeply to ease the turmoil in his heart. Mehmet finally let go of his hand. A few seconds later, the prison warden who was holding his cane suddenly approached them.

“What is this? What are you guys fussing about? If no one hits you again, quickly return to your cell!” The warden frowned while swinging his staff inwards.

“Let me do the talking,” said Mehmet who held Kenan's hand back and pushed the little friend away from him.

Cansu's husband draped one of his arms to the prison warden and invited him to walk to the corner of the room. That's where Mehmet asked her, “My friend's wife will give birth today. Do you know how to get out of here? Just for a few hours.”

The prison warden took off his berette hat then scratched his non-itchy head. After scratching his head he now scratched his forehead, making Mehmet impatient to wait for the man's answer.

“I don't know.” The two guards shoulders were raised upwards with a mocking smile of laughter.

Mehmet's face immediately changed and immediately pulled the collar of the warden's uniform. Make the man's face as close to his as possible. “From yesterday I was waiting for your answer!”

“OK... okay. Go to the Prison Chief's office. You can ask him.” At once, Mehmet's hand clutches from his uniform.

The two inmates came out of the glass room and searched the Prison Chief's room. They walked back through a long hallway decorated with dull ceramic floors and cracked walls here and there. Reunited with their cell room, but their footsteps walked straight and then turned left. They were in front of a wooden door that read Head Room. Kenan knocked on the closed door.

“Log in!” There was a voice of a man coming from inside the room.

The door opened, and he saw a man with a wrinkle on his face and half white and half black hair. A pair of glasses with a thick frame hung on his nose. A transverse fault line is clearly drawn at the base of his nose—between his two eyes. Perhaps in his youth, the man had a fracture in his nose.

“What's up?” The man fixed the location of his glasses that almost sagged down. He saw two men wearing prison uniforms standing in the doorway.

Kenan stepped out to approach a dark brown table that separated him from the Prisoner. Mehmet followed in his footsteps and now the bald man was standing behind him.

“Master, can I get out of this place in a few hours?” asked Kenan who started his conversation with the jailer.

The prison chief took off his glasses and put the tools on the table. Putting his hands back, he approached Kenan.

“Did I not hear wrong? You think this place is a hotel, huh? Go back to your cell!” His voice sounded loud very much different from his half-century-old appearance.

“Wait, Sir. Please listen to me, my wife is giving birth. I want to see and accompany him. Just a few hours, I promise... before dark I will return to this place,” said Kenan with a little plea.

The Prisoner snorted at Kenan's words. “You should have thought about it a long time ago, before you committed a crime! Quickly contact your lawyer to take care of his administration!”

“Pe... lawyer?” Kenan's eyes widened to look into the eyes of the old half. “Can't you get me out now without a lawyer?”

The middle-aged man shook his head and pushed a little bit of Kenan's body back. “You are so stubborn! Ask your lawyer to come see me! Without a lawyer, I can't get you out of here, okay?”

Mehmet pulled Kenan's hand out of the room and asked him to comply with the Prisoner's wishes. However, Kenan was unmoved in front of the wooden door. His jaw was tightly clenched with his gaze leaping far ahead.

“What are you waiting for? Contact Hazal now!” Mehmet's voice was enough to make Kenan flinch.

Call me, if you need anything in jail.

Hazal's voice was clearly heard in his mind. The words spoken by his ex-wife one day after the trial ended. The woman's lawyer gave her mobile number to Kenan while they were still meeting for the last time in the old prison's basement.

The next day, he and Mehmet are transferred to a new prison. The prison is very far from the city. The first day Kenan arrived at the new prison, the prison warden immediately gave him the task to help build a wall fence on the place. He accidentally touched a piece of wood lying around the weeds.

Using a makeshift carpentry tool, Kenan made the piece into a pendulum about five centimeters long in a tube. On the body of the wooden pendulum, he carved rows and rows of Hazal's cell phone numbers there. He also took some red threads in the prison cellar.

Kenan linked each end of the red thread and shaped it into a necklace with a wooden pendulum as a decoration. The wooden pendulum containing the carving of Hazal's mobile number kept it tucked away and hung around her neck all day.

Now his gaze was fixed on the wooden pendulum and the telephone plane in the Prison Chief's room. It took a few breaths, for the man to press a few numbers as it was engraved on the wooden object he had in his hand. The connecting tone rang several times, until a melodious sound was heard from the end there.

“Halo.”

“Hazal.... It's me,” Kenan said without mentioning his name.

“Date?” There was the sound of Aslan's baby babbling from across the street.

“I'll come.” The call was immediately interrupted.

In that instant, Kenan stared at the handle of the phone plane in his hand. He did not expect Hazal not to refuse his request or ask what needs he needed at this time.

“What does he say?” asked Mehmet who immediately took the handle of the phone from Kenan's hand and returned it to its place.

“He will come.”

Kenan and Mehmet were in the Jail Chief's room for nearly an hour. A knock from the outside made the two men frown and move from their seats. Hazal was standing in the doorway.

“What's up?” asked Hazal, who approached Kenan without greeting the owner of the room.

Not yet Kenan had time to answer Hazal's question, the Prisoner immediately asked Hazal, “Are you his lawyer?”

“Yes. I'm their lawyer both.” Hazal now stepped closer to the table in front of him.

“This client of yours wants to get out of jail for a few hours, because his wife gave birth. You as a lawyer must have understood, it is not that easy to let an inmate out of this place.” The middle-aged man played his swivel chair in front of Kenan and Hazal.

Hazal asked Kenan for the truth and the man nodded his head with a hopeful look. A thin smile and a hand touch on the man's arm that Hazal gave in response. The beautiful lawyer also guarantees her to replace Kenan, if her ex-husband tries to escape or does not return to his cell before night.

After taking care of various administrations, Hazal follows the prisoner's car that takes Kenan to the hospital where Ivy gave birth. While both hands were handcuffed in front of him accompanied by several police officers, Kenan arrived at the hospital in the afternoon.

“How long will a woman give birth?” kenan asked Hazal as the two of them walked side by side in a passageway to the delivery section.

“Depends. It can be fast but it can also be slow. It could also be tomorrow the baby will be born.”

Hazal's reply made Kenan even more unsettled. What if the time limit runs out, but Ivy has not yet given birth. Her face was now filled with anxiety and tension when they reached the delivery section.

In the delivery room, Ivy was struggling to get her baby out. The pain ran all over his body. His sweat was everywhere. The doctor asked her not to scream, to save her strength. Ivy tried to take a deep breath and let it out along with the pressure on her stomach to help the baby out.

“Cansu, where's Ivy? Is my son born?” kenan asked when he saw Mehmet's wife was walking back and forth in front of the delivery room.

“Kenan? How did you get out?” Cansu was surprised to see the arrival of the man, “dia was inside, but the doctor forbade anyone to go inside,” said Cansu who held Kenan's arm. His eyes were on Hazal.

“He who helped me out of prison for a while,” explained Kenan.

Unconcerned by Cansu's ban, Kenan went straight into the delivery room and saw Ivy lying on the bed with both legs bent. Groans kept on sounding.

“Ivy...”.

Victor's daughter stopped her groans as soon as she heard her husband's voice. “Kenan? You... You're coming?”

“I'm coming now. I'll be with you,” said Kenan then kissed Ivy on the forehead.

The doctor asked Ivy to push back with all her strength. Kenan gave his hand to his wife that could channel her pain into her hand. After giving the code to start, Ivy began to push.

“Come a little more,” said the Doctor who gave Ivy the spirit.

“Come, Darling. You can definitely..”.

“Ehmm Ivy tried her hardest, but the pain grew.

“His head is visible. Come on a little more, Mrs.”

“You can, Honey. You can definitely…. Our son will be born soon.” With both hands cuffed Kenan tightly grasped Ivy's hand and kissed the woman's forehead repeatedly.

Ivy's breathing has started to go up and down. His eyes looked so hard because of tears. However, after seeing Kenan, it was as if his energy that was originally drained was recharged. This time Ivy clutched Kenan's hand very firmly and shouted loudly calling the man's name. “Down..!”

A few seconds later, the sound of a baby crying broke the room. Cansu and Hazal, who were waiting outside, rubbed their faces after hearing the baby's shrill cry.

“Congratulations, Mr and Mrs Fallay. Your babies are boys. The baby is very healthy.” The doctor gave the little baby who had been cleaned and had been wrapped in the blanket to Ivy.

“You're amazing, honey. Look, you gave your green eyes to him,” said Kenan who sat next to Ivy and said a prayer’ it in the baby's ear.

Ivy just smiled sweetly and gave her kiss on her husband's forehead. “What's the name?”

“How about the name is Filan Fallay?”

Ivy's eyes immediately rounded after hearing the name. “Filan Fallay, very good name. Someday, he'll start our Falaea business."

“Filan Fallay.” Kenan kissed his son's forehead with a feeling of hark and bead his eyes were glazed.

From behind the slightly open door, Hazal saw the happy little family together. He stopped himself from going inside. Only tears were coming out soaking his cheeks at this moment.

Congratulations to you Kenan. Now you've become a father.

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