Give Me Your Hand's

DL and GMYH Reunions - When Ex Invites To Meet

When the sky had started to show a yellowish-red glow, Hazal had just exited the Puzulla Company building. Pantofel shoes with high heels climb one by one the stairs that will take him towards the black sports car. He did not come to jail, because this afternoon there was a shareholder meeting held by one of the company's shareholders. In his hand he brought some files that he would bring home.

“Are you going to see him now?” japheth asked when Hazal had just opened the door of the car next to him.

The man had just arrived about ten minutes ago, preferring to wait for his wife in the car instead of waiting inside Puzulla's office.

Hazal just smiled and nodded his head after he sat himself down beside the wheel. “I can't hold Erhan much longer in Puzulla. I have also informed my decision to the shareholders and they agree.”

“What if he won't accept it?” Japheth asked while turning on the engine of his car, but he kept the vehicle still in place.

This time Hazal who was silent, from inside the car he stared at the tree trunk in front of him. Thinking about how hard he was to change the stance of someone he was about to meet. “I'll try it.”

“Why do I accompany?” goda Japheth winked one of his eyes. He gets as close to Hazal as possible and picks up the seatbelt next to his wife's seat. Pull that gray string and put it in place.

With both hands, Hazal held the face of her husband, who was almost free of the thin feathers. “If you were there, then everything would be messed up. Stay home and accompany Aslan.”

"Alright, Mrs Aksal. Tonight I will free my heart from jealousy. Just tonight, there's no next night. If you can't finish it, then I'll finish it my own way.” Yafet immediately launched his car away from the Puzulla Company building.

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Meanwhile at the Falea Apartment, Kenan and Ivy had already arrived there a few hours ago after they picked up Nur and baby Filan at Cansu's house. Deniz prefers to stay at Cansu's house for a few days.

When everyone was busy with their respective activities, especially Nur who was busy cooking for dinner and Ivy who was checking the work of his employees in the workspace. Kenan's cell phone rang on the bed, making the baby Filan try to turn his body from position

back to the prone position as soon as he heard the sounds.

“You want to answer dad's phone, Darling?” The man laughed as he rubbed the baby's round head. The laughter and touch of Kenan's hand even made the baby Filan undo his intention to turn his tiny body.

One of his hands grabbed a cell phone not far from him. His forehead began to shrivel, as he looked at the row of nameless numbers that appeared on his phone screen. The number was no stranger to her.

This is Hazal's number?

Obviously Kenan remembered the row of numbers that numbered more than ten digits, because during the night the man always looked at the wooden pendulum he made while in prison. Although Mehmet always mocked and said melancholic man or sentimental man, but he did not care. The phone kept ringing reminding Kenan that someone was waiting for his voice.

“Halo...,” greet Kenan on the end of his phone.

“Dan, it's me.” A voice he had not heard for a long time.

“Hazal, what's up?” asked Kenan who chose to close the door of his room at this moment. He saw Ivy still in his study.

“Can we meet tonight?”

“Tonight? Are you experiencing something?” The man walked away from the door and stood by the window of his room staring at the beautiful sky that had begun to look dark.

“About what?”

“I can't talk about it on mobile. Can you see me tonight?”

“What if I refuse to come?” Kenan put one of his hands in his pants pocket.

“I will wait for you until you come to see me.”

“Send us the location.”

The sound of incoming message notification is heard from the thin black phone. Kenan immediately opened his inbox and he saw a restaurant address located in the Bosphorus area. He dropped himself on the bed thinking whether he would meet Hazal or not.

What did Hazal want to say?

Minute by minute walking, while waiting for the night to come, Kenan spent his time playing with Filan. The tiny three-month-old baby is still unfamiliar with his father's face he just met a few hours ago. However, the tiny baby began to like the thin feathers that grew around Kenan's face. His little hand was trying to reach the face. Maybe in the mind of baby Filan, why is this figure who is holding him different from his mother?

It was almost nearing seven o'clock in the evening, after everyone had finished eating their dinner. Kenan was still struggling in his mind, he just looked at the cuisine Nur made. The food was not touched at all.

“What now is my cooking different?” tanya Nur who saw Kenan had not held his fork spoon.

“I'll make your favorite meal,” said Ivy who was about to get out of his chair.

Kenan held Ivy's hand and made his wife sit back in her chair. “Not necessary. I'll eat it. Maybe I haven't tasted your cooking in a long time, Nur.”

Kenan began to put in his first feed, he did eat but his mouth and tongue really could not enjoy his dinner today. His mind was wandering to and fro. Think of Hazal's words.

Encouraged by his growing curiosity, Kenan finally expressed his desire to go to meet Hazal to Ivy.

“I'm trying to tell you the truth. I don't know what Hazal will talk about—“

“Go!” Ivy immediately left the dining room and chose to go into the room. Behind the wooden door has always been a place for people to express their hearts.

You better lie to me, Kenan. Just tell me that tonight you're going to meet Mehmet or your other friends. Just don't tell me you're going to see your ex-wife. Wasn't our fight enough this morning in prison? Can't you ask me to meet him or ask him to come here?

The wooden door was also the separation between Kenan and Ivy. The man rubbed his face repeatedly, his heart was extremely riled up. He really doesn't understand women's hearts. He knocked on the door repeatedly and tried to open it, but it seemed like it was locked from the inside. He leaned his forehead against the door, and then he said something.

“Ivy.., I know you must be crying. Please listen to me. If I lie, you think I'm wrong. But if I'm honest, you're angry too. Then what am I supposed to say? I really don't know what Hazal wants to talk about. Maybe it's also something important.”

No sound was heard from inside the room. Kenan leaned his clenched palms against the door. He had been waiting for almost thirty minutes, but Ivy seemed to never open the door to his room.

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