Give Me Your Hand's

If You Win

Kenan had already made up his mind to take part in an illegal boxing match. There is one desire to rebuild his business that he has given to Hazal. He could have asked Fallay back from his ex-wife, but the company did not belong to his family. With all the cheating, his father had seized the company that was supposed to belong to the Hazal family.

Inside the closed room, Kenan raised his fist towards the samsak hanging from the ceiling. He deepened his abilities and strengthened the muscles of his arms, stomach and legs.

The shadow of his father's face flashed through his mind. When his father pointed his gun at Hazal, he was shot. The memory made Kenan's face inflamed, he increasingly fiercely hit the sack of sand that was swaying in front of him.

Kenan threw his short punch and his cross into the samsak. It was as if the heavy object was a memory of his past that he wanted to destroy. He took it all out through his gloves. A Mike Tyson hook hit the top end of the samsak.

Almost every night, Kenan sets aside about an hour for his private practice. His sweat ran from his head to the tip of his foot. A beam of light entered the room when the wooden door opened.

The footsteps approached the floodlight that illuminated the plain body of the upper Kenan.

"Schedule your match tomorrow night. Are you ready?" Mehmet's voice was heard echoing in the room using only a fan installed in the ventilation hole. Make him take off his suit and leave a plain white shirt still attached to his body.

"Who's my opponent?" asked Kenan who was preparing to do his swivel kick. The blue samsak was shaken after receiving a hard touch coming from Kenan's right foot.

"The estuary survived last month, a young man" Mehmet replied as he threw a towel at Kenan. In the palm covered in boxing gloves, Aaron's son caught his long towel.

"Why isn't that tattooed man my opponent?" Kenan draped his towel around his neck and removed both of his gloves.

"The man suddenly got sick. Think of it as an exercise, if you can beat that young man, the price of your bet could increase."

"Oh yeah?" Kenan raised one of his eyebrows. "How much is the bet?"

I recalled taking Mehmet's cell phone and observing the face of the young man who was his opponent tomorrow. "Not too big of a body!"

"Although it is small, it is quite tough. The blow was deadly. I've sent the photos and videos, you can learn the weaknesses" Mehmet said after pressing the send button on his phone screen.

Kenan rubbed his wet hair and body. "Okay, I'll see."

"If I win, do I only get twenty percent?" ask Kenan who is trying to understand this illegal boxing business. He is still layman in the affairs of human betting.

"Yes. But if you lose, you won't get a dime! As I said yesterday, no one bears the cost of your medicine or your coffin!" Mehmet.

The Istanbul cafe owner still hopes Kenan will undo his intention to participate in this illegal competition. Not only lives and injuries are at stake, but the police could have raided the place and arrested him.

"OKAY. I'll come tomorrow!" joked Kenan with confidence. He extended his hand towards Mehmet. The two men clasped each other and shook their fists, like the hands of a young boy.

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