Give Me Your Hand's

DL and GMYH Reunions - Bonus Chapter 3

Ten years later….

“Uncle, kick the ball!” shouted Filan who was standing in the middle of his backyard. His gaze followed where the white ball rolled and stopped in front of Deniz's feet.

“Aye... aye.., Uncle Deniz came!” shouted the girl who played the end of her skirt in front of Filan was in her hands, there was a brown teddy bear.

The blue-eyed sapphire little girl leaped for joy as soon as she saw her beloved uncle coming to the house of Filan. His little clothes waved in the wind along with his small footsteps that ran over to Deniz. Do not forget the teddy bear that is always in the grasp of his tiny hands.

“Hap!”

The twenty-year-old instantly caught his step-nephew and flew the small body into the air. Makes Meliz's curls soar high in space. It was as if the girl was a cotton candy that would fly with a single puff.

“Yeay... Princess Dundar fly!” deniz shouted with his laughter.

“I want more, Uncle,” whine Meliz with a wink in his eyes. Two pairs of clear, water-clear eyeballs in the ocean.

Deniz repeated his movements once again. He lifted the little girl's body up and made her spin three hundred and sixty degrees. Meliz spread out both of her hands as her uncle flew back to fly her.

“See Filan, I'm flying!”

Kenan's son just shook his head in front of his step-cousin and uncle. Both of his legs wrapped in a pair of football boots walked past them. He picked up a white ball not far from Deniz's feet. With one kick the little boy managed to insert the ball into the goal made by his father.

“Wow.. look at that, Uncle. Filan's great! Filan great!” melliz exclaimed after he got off Deniz's sling.

The little girl clapped her hands while jumping cheerleader style as she watched Filan run around the yard by raising both his hands up.

“Maybe he will be a footballer if he grows up later,” said Deniz while ruffling Meliz's hair is jet black.

However, his eyes still looked towards Filan who tried his luck once again. The brown-haired boy was preparing to kick his ball back.

“No-no! That's not okay, Uncle! I don't want Filan to be a footballer!”

Meliz's cry and the small leg's stomp instantly made Deniz frown. He bent his tall body to make it equal to the height of Meliz who only had a height of one hundred and ten centimeters. “What do you want Filan to be?”

Meliz whispered something in Deniz's ear that instantly made the young man laugh out loud. He just didn't have such thoughts, but the five-year-old knew it was just thinking about what the adults were thinking.

“Why is Uncle laughing? I’ just want Filan to accompany me until I grow up, just like my father and mother who are always together.” Meliz placed both ends of her cute index finger in front of Deniz and her tiny pursed lips.

“You and Filan were small. Don't think about anything weird. Uncle has a gift for you.”

“Eh... Listen to me first, Uncle!” Meliz pulled Deniz's hand when the young man would rise to his feet, “ said my mother, me and Filan were not siblings. So we can be together until old age. If Filan and Uncle are just siblings, so you can't be together.”

“Meliz.. Meliz...” Deniz chuckled at the little girl's explanation.

Without them expecting it, a hand clasped Meliz's head a little hard, making the little girl grimace in pain and rubbing her head. “Auww, sick tofu!"

“Hey, who wants to be with a spoiled child like you?” ask Filan. The ten-year-old boy immediately left Meliz after making his step-cousin almost cry.

“Filan!” shouted Meliz loudly.

“Wek!” Filan stuck out his tongue in front of Meliz after the distance between them was only two meters.

“Filan base is ugly!”

However, Kenan's son ignored Meliz's screams. The boy continued walking while putting both of his hands inside his pants pocket. His walking style was similar to his grandfather's steps than his father's.

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Kenan brought some of the letters he had just taken from the mailbox in front of his house.See at a glance the sender of the letter came from various places. However, there was one letter that caught his attention.  A letter whose sender is in New York.

“Darling, have you sent a postcard to Hazal?” kenan asked Ivy, when he saw his wife was putting a dough into the toaster.

“Yes, about two or three weeks ago. I specifically designed the postcard like a picture of our family. What's up?” Ivy turned one of the buttons of her roasting machine.

“It looks like this is a reply from Hazal,” said Kenan who waved a light blue envelope when his wife turned her body around.

Ivy immediately picked up the envelope that was in Kenan's hands. Viewed the name of the sender of the letter—Hazal Aksal with an address in the city of New York, United States. The finger ripped off the edge of the envelope. Take out the whole thing.

Hello, Ivy….

Happy new year to you and Kenan. Sorry, I was only able to reply to the postcard you sent a while ago, because the health of the Emir's father is deteriorating. Oh yes, as I promised you. I also sent you pictures of my children. I don't know when I'm going back to Turkey because Japheth is still busy with his business here. If I go home, I'll call you on a cell phone. Give my greetings and Japheth to you, Kenan and Filan. Bye-bye….

Ivy took a photo of her facing him. A photo of a boy with his dark hair and brown beads. The boy who Kenan thought was a duplicate of Japheth, but according to Ivy the boy was different. Aslan only inherited Japheth's face but his eye color was similar to Hazal's. Behind the photo it says ASLAN AKSAL—11 year.

Then Kenan took another photo that was covered. Ivy's husband flipped over the photo and saw a little girl with brown hair and beads. The little girl's face was like a betel in two with Hazal. Both are very similar and have the same chin hemisphere.

“She is very beautiful like her mother,” Ivy said that made Kenan reverse the photo of the little girl. The man wanted to know the name of Hazal's daughter. Behind the photo is written a name that is, AZRA AKSAL—5 year.

“Azra Aksal,” muttered Kenan who looked back at the photos of princess Hazal and Japheth, “beautiful girls as the name suggests, how about we just match this child with Filan.”

Ivy's laughter immediately exploded upon hearing her husband's words.

“Why are you laughing? Don't you agree?” Kenan turned his face that was staring at Azra's photo now he looked at Ivy.

“What time, Honey. They are still kids anyway.”

“This is also what era? There are so many cell phones, emails and video calls, but you and Hazal instead sent each other letters like the war days,” Kenan chirped that put the photos back in the envelope.

The man never understood a woman's complicated way of thinking. Obviously writing a letter is just a waste of time. Time to send and wait for a reply.

"More fun writing letters. We're like pen pals" Ivy replied.

“If you disagree with Hazal's son, what about Meliz?"

Once again Ivy laughed again and shook her head in response to Kenan's words. “No-no…. I won't match Filan with any girl. Let Filan seek his own true love. Fight like his father.”

“Can you,” said Kenan who immediately pulled Ivy's body into his arms.

“True’kan my words? Which woman is not touched to see your struggle,” replied Ivy while blinking one of his eyes in front of Kenan.

“You were always right, Madam,” is kinky Kenan, “that's why you ran away from your matchmaking and chose me.”

Both of them laughed out loud considering their pasts that had passed a dozen years.

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(TAMAT)

Author :

This time it's really over. Hehehe.....

Thank you to all of you who have read this story to the end. Btw.., I plan to make her third book. I haven't made the title (probably Dangerous Love - Next Generation) hahahha....

I don't think there's another title, Thor? wkwkw...

There is no proper title yet, because I have not started typing either. The story still hangs in the clouds.

May ask for criticism and advice dong friends all.... Maybe there are those who are not satisfied with the story, can really give input to me.

Readers : Thor, Kenan should be like this....

Thor: Yuhuu.

Or if there's a story idea for my third book. Really, type in the comment field.

Hope this story is useful and entertaining to all of you.

See you next time... See you in 2021

Bye2 everything. Healthy always wherever you are.