Give Me Your Hand's
DL Reunion and GMYH - Meet Me Tonight
Still vividly remembered in Hazal's memory, the events of a few years ago after Kenan was pronounced dead by a doctor and he lived in prolonged remorse. Then Mehmet suddenly came to the Aksal family home with a notary and a CD containing Kenan's last message.
The five fingers with red nail polish touched the CD piece that read “For My Lovely Wife, Hazal” The CD piece was still stored in her room, but Hazal learns that Kenan is still alive.
I've always been the last person to know anything about you, Kenan. But this time no, you'll be the last person to know my plan.
He placed the CD on a pile of files that he would bring to the restaurant. She had made it clear to speak with her ex-husband. Solve everything before any one of them gets hurt.
After getting permission from Japheth, Hazal pulls out her red car from the garage. The four-wheeled vehicle was traveling at medium speed. The heavy traffic of Istanbul crept in the middle of the night. The red car continued to drive towards the Bosphorus area and passed the Waterside Mansion Danner relics of his parents.
At about seven o'clock, Hazal stopped his car in front of a restaurant with a view of it overlooking the Bosphorus Strait. The dim light swept across his face as he set foot in front of the entrance. He also told the room he booked a few hours ago to one of the servants who was there.
The waiter escorted Hazal into a gazebo with its walls open and a roof made of several haystacks that had dried up. From within the square-shaped gazebo, he could feel the breeze blowing from the waters of the Bosphorus Strait and the luster of starlight scattered across the dark sky.
“Do you want to order her food and drink now, Mistress?” ask the waiter who will give the book to Hazal.
“Just make two servings of Menemen, two servings of the most favorite seafood here, a bottle of iceless whiskey and two cups of Turkish Coffee. But don't you take it out now, wait until my guests come.”
“Good, Mistress.”
While waiting, Hazal opened several apps that were inside her phone. I saw some of the messages in my inbox. There was no message from Kenan. I don't know if that guy will come or not. His two thumbs were typing several letters to reply to one of the messages sent by someone.
A gust of night wind that flew several strands of her hair made Hazal choose to enjoy the night view while waiting for Kenan's arrival. He is currently resting himself in the gazebo barrier in the form of a knee-high wooden sheet. Folded his hands in front of his chest while enjoying the starlight. Not feeling his eyelids closed and the conversation that had happened with Kenan was back in his mind.
“Why do you care about me? It was just a coincidence that you helped me.”
“Because I love you. I care about you, I want to be the only person who means anything to you.”
The shooting of Kenan as they escape from Aaron's invasion of Switzerland makes Hazal jerk and immediately reopen his eyelids. He wiped away the corner of his eye that had produced one tear drop. He tried to exhale and raise his face to hold the clear liquid so as not to wet his face.
“Hazal There was a voice of a man calling his name. A voice he was very familiar with.
The feminine figure immediately turned his body. Now the man on his mind is really present in the real world. The man who always keeps his whiskers and thin sideburns. A man who sacrificed a lot for her. A man who is willing to be a disobedient child just to help him. The first man to take her to the wedding altar. The man who wants to live with him. But why can't fate unite her with this man?
“Down. You finally came.”
“Sorry to keep you waiting for long.” Kenan climbed a ladder that would lead him into the gazebo.
“Not really, I'm enjoying the stars that are up there.”
Hazal invites Kenan to sit in the chair that has been provided. The woman codes the waiter to serve her food. Kenan stared one by one the food and drinks that had been available on the square-shaped table.
“You still remember it?” ask Kenan. He opened the whiskey bottle and poured it into Hazal's glass and
his glass.
“Menemen, Whiskey without ice and a cup of Turkish Coffee.” Hazal took Kenan's glass.
“And three pieces of biscuits,” continued Kenan who was immediately greeted with a small laugh Hazal.
They also eat their food until it is gone. Fill it with small talk and laughter between them. The chatter just flowed so that their plates were empty.
“Actually what do you want to talk about, Hazal? Are you just taking me to dinner together?” asked Kenan after he finished sipping his drink.
Hazal cleaned up the stain on her red lips, then she took the file next to her chair and gave it to Kenan. The man received it with his tightly clenched jaw and a frown on his forehead.
“What is this?” tanyanya.
“Open then you will know,” replied Hazal while propping up her chin with both hands attached to the table.
Kenan opened one by one the files that are now in his hands. First file about Puzulla Company. The dark gray eye bead was instantly rounded as it read the sentences written there. The eyeballs took turns staring at Hazal and the writing he was reading. Hazal returns all of Puzulla's shares to Kenan.
“No, Hazal. I can't take it. I've given it to you, because you're the real heir. My father stole it from your father!” yelled Kenan who immediately threw the file in front of Hazal.
Hazal just smiled sweetly as soon as she saw and heard Kenan's rejection. He knew that this must happen. “At the moment Puzulla needs someone who can lead that company, I have long relied on Erhan to lead Puzulla. I heard from Erhan that your new company is working with Puzulla. There's no harm if you go back there.”
“Then what about Erhan?”
“Three more days Erhan is going to Italy, he and his family will move to the country.”
Kenan could only take a long breath and rub his face with a huff. Now the second file was taken, this time he was more surprised than when he read the first file.
“No, Hazal...” Aaron's son kept shaking his head, “I can't accept any of this.”
The second file contains the return of all Kenan's assets that he had left to Hazal when he thought he was dead. The high-heeled shoes came out from behind the table and approached Kenan who was sitting in his chair.
“Kenan...,” Hazal knelt beside her ex-husband's chair, took the rough palms and held them tightly.
“Please accept. All this time I've been guarding your relics. Cars, apartments, Puzulla shares and your savings. If one day we meet again, then I'll give it back to you. But for your father's house, I'm sorry I sold it, because I don't want to recall those bad memories" Hazal continued.
“But why did you return it? I passed it on to you and it was written in my will.” Kenan really doesn't understand Hazal's mind.
“Because you're alive, Kenan. I'll take it if you're really dead. Please accept…. I don't know how else to convince you.” The brown-eyed bead looked flushed when it said this.
Kenan immediately held Hazal's arms open and helped the woman get up. He hugged his ex-wife very tightly. He held his arms in the grooves of Hazal's ping. A hug that has been gone so long. His finger wiped away the water droplets that had currently hung in the corner of his eye.
“I don't know.. what should I say, Hazal.”.
The brunette that touched his face, slowly with a gentle touch. Her sense of smell still recognizes Hazal's favorite perfume. He leaned Hazal's head on his shoulder, as if he wanted this time to stop for a while. The closure of his two eyelids, recalling his every memory together with the woman in his arms.
“I'll take it, if you're with me tonight?” Kenan's question made Hazal hold her head up and look at the square face. As if he did not believe it, Kenan asked for something that he could not do.
Those dark gray eye beads were hidden behind his closed eyelids. He put his forehead on Hazal's forehead and placed his hand on the waist curve of his ex-wife.
“Company me tonight, Hazal. Just two hours in place of my two lost years without you. I won't ask for more than this.”
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