Give Me Your Hand's

Ask Me to Please

The screams of the teapot sound that had boiled made Nur's pair of legs walk towards the kitchen. He began to brew Turkish coffee into cups. Opening a steamer made of aluminum, the fat hand began serving breakfast to the three people in his house. Although he was the current host, but his habit of serving his master's son he never forgot. He likes to dwell in the kitchen, just making snacks for Deniz. This fat woman already thinks Ivy and Deniz are her children.

The smell of warm drinks and steamed food, woke up all the inhabitants of the house. The three people were still hiding under his blanket. Kenan opened his eyelids slowly, the dark gray eye bead began to adjust to the morning sunlight that illuminated his room. He rubbed his face and his thick hair.

"Did you sleep here last night?" Deniz's voice makes Kenan realize that he is currently at Nur's house. The son turned his head and saw the little boy sitting beside him holding a puzzle box.

"Yes. Last night your brother asked me to stay here." Kenan straightened his body and leaned against the wall. "Do you like that puzzle?"

Kenan tries to remember the toy box that Ferrit gave him. Toy cars are more expensive and more interesting than just a puzzle made of paperboard.

"Is this yours?" Deniz hesitated to open the puzzle box in his hand. His little eyes then looked at Kenan's face.

Kenan ruffled Deniz's brown hair, "That's for you. Open up! Let's just say it's our introductory gift."

"Really?" Those green eyes seemed to grow bigger hearing Kenan's words.

The thin lips smiled widely, reminding Kenan of Ivy. Deniz's face was indeed similar to his brother's, the boy was like a male version of Ivy's duplicate.

Deniz immediately got out of his bed and took the puzzle out of the room. It showed Ivy and Nur who were in the kitchen.

"Deniz, I want to talk to you." Ivy took her sister's hand to get away from the cooking room.

Ivy took Deniz to Nur's room next to the boy's room. The servant of the Eleanor family could only shake his head at their departure. Victor's daughter passed Kenan who had just come out of the room.

The woman took Ferrite's toy box and showed it to her sister. "Do you like these toys?"

For a few seconds, Deniz looked at the toy box Ivy had in hand. The boy remembered a man who came to the house last night.

"Is that man really going to be my brother?" ask Deniz who didn't answer Ivy's question.

"He said that he'd be your husband and he told me to call him brother-in-law."

Deniz's words left Ivy dumbfounded. He closed his lips tightly and held the boy's arms together. He did not want Deniz to be influenced by the word Ferrite.

"Do you like that guy? Do you think he's a good guy?" asked Ivy who was trying to understand her sister's way of thinking.

Deniz was silent. There are a million questions in her little brain right now. "Are you going to marry that guy?"

Kembi Ivy was surprised to hear Deniz's question. Since then it was not the answer that came out of the boy's mouth, only questions and statements that wanted to convince his heart that his brother would not leave him. Even if her sister gets married, she wants to stay with Ivy.

"No, hon. My sister will not marry him. Brother will only marry a man who can accept you and love you like a sister" replied Ivy who made Deniz smile and hugged her older sister.

Now the boy was sure. If Ivy gets married, her brother will definitely not leave her.

Ivy's answer made Kenan who had heard their conversation smile expectantly. His confidence began to rise, because Ivy blatantly rejected Ferit.

"You haven't answered my sister's question. Do you like these toys?" tanya Ivy who showed me the Ferrite-given toy box.

"I'd rather have this toy." Deniz shows Kenan's gift puzzle. "Can I play with him?"

"Could only. He's not busy." Ivy rubbed gently the thin brown hair that belonged to Deniz. The boy immediately ran to find Kenan.

After hearing Deniz's reply, Ivy knew what he had to do at this moment. He was looking for a used sack in the kitchen. Taken sacks of rice containers that have been neatly arranged in cardboard. Nur, the woman who always makes the condition of the house look neat.

I'll collect all the Ferrite gifts. Someday I'll return all this right in front of his eyes.

Ivy put the toy in a sack and kept it in the closet.

"Where are you going to dress so neatly?" Kenan's voice surprised Ivy who had just finished putting the sack into the storage.

The dark gray eye bead looked at Ivy who was tidying up her blazer buttons. Ivy looks more mature than ever, a blazer suit and skirt above the knee in dark blue and a lacy white interior.

He looks like Hazal.

The words suddenly appeared in Kenan's heart. The man shook his head quickly and massaged his forehead as if he wanted to dispel Hazal's shadow in his mind.

"This is my first day at work. I'll be leaving soon. How are you doing?" ask Ivy who put her high heels in front of Kenan.

"Already lightened. Want me to drop you off?" Kenan offered himself. He pulled the car keys out of his pocket.

"I'll take the bus. You rest. Deniz wants to play with you. I'm leaving!" exclaiming Ivy who immediately walked past Kenan like the wind that blows on the man's face.

A hand stopped the high heels, making Ivy look back. "Are you going to take the bus in that short skirt?"

Ivy watched himself from top to bottom.

Is there something wrong with my appearance?

"Mr Kenan, I don't think you've ever seen a woman who works in an office. Everyone dressed like this!" Ivy with ketus.

"What is he really? Neither is my boss! My lover? Especially!" ivy's grunts were clearly heard in Kenan's ears. The woman immediately left the house.

Kenan just scratched the stem of his nose hearing Ivy's nagging. Just last night he saw the woman crying in his arms. This morning, whether the woman got strength from where, her mood suddenly changed. Dare nag him.

Aaron's son glanced around Nur's house. He didn't see Ivy. Immediately he started his car engine to the main road at the end of the road.

"Can't you just ask me for a favor once?" muttered Kenan. His head was busy looking for Ivy in all directions. But the woman seemed to disappear in the swallow of the earth.

"What a hard thing it is to say, Kenan.help me," he muttered in the car.

After deflecting his car and walking a few meters down the main road. The handsome face's roar changed, a sweet smile etched under his thin mustache. He pulled the car over next to Ivy and opened the window.

"Have your bus not passed this morning?" asked Kenan with his mocking tone.

Near Ivy there are some people who are also waiting for the arrival of the bus. They're even longer than Ivy.

The woman smiled triumphantly at Kenan. "I think you're wrong. Look at my bus coming."

From his rearview mirror Kenan smiled wryly when he saw Ivy walking with the group of people. He hit his driver and saw the bus stop. But because of the large number of passengers who will enter, the bus driver was forced to close the door.

"Open up! Open door!" Ivy shouted while banging on the door of the public vehicle.

"I can be late!" yelled Ivy who was trying to catch a blue bus that had been speeding. The bus left Ivy and a few people who were not.

Kenan laughed out loud at the incident. Still in his laughter, he rewinds his car to approach Ivy, but does not tell Ivy to go inside. He did not even open the window of his car. The man did it intentionally.

Ivy rubbed some sweaty grains that started to wet her forehead. He saw his watch approaching eight o'clock.

"Oh...." Ivy snorted in annoyance. Only that man could help her at this moment.

Kenan tapped his finger under the car window, counting second by second the running time. He was convinced that Ivy was going to open his car door. There's no other choice. There was no public transport this morning.

Ivy approached Kenan's car and opened the silver door. The man turned his face to the windowpanes, he tried to hold back his laughter at this moment. Exactly as expected. That woman is really stubborn.

Without saying a word, Ivy immediately sat down next to Kenan and closed the door. He sees Kenan not stepping on the gas pedal or touching the gears of his car. The car didn't move.

"How long do I have to wait?" Ivy asked as she squinted her eyes at Kenan. He changed his sitting position facing the side, so he could see clearly Kenan's face.

The man just looked straight ahead, "Until you say please to me."

"What?" Ivy almost jumped out of her chair with her green eyes glaring. I don't know why there is such a man.

"OK-okay, okay. Just asking for help. I'll say it!" Ivy with riled up.

In Kenan's heart, the man laughed out loud, one step he managed to subdue the woman.

"Please take me to Sarte's company!" Ivy exclaimed with the look of his face bent because of force.

"Sarte?" ask Kenan who immediately drove his vehicle at high speed to a multinational textile company that produces high-end women's clothing.

"Do you know about Sarte's company?" ask Ivy who put her seatbelt next to her chair.

Kenan shrugged both of his shoulders without giving an answer. He knew a lot about the company, as Sarte's company was his business partner when he still owned Fallay.

"Why don't you try to find an office job?" ask Ivy. "At least office work doesn't put your life at risk."

Kenan breathed deeply. Through the corner of his eyes he glanced at Ivy. "Because I don't like being ordered. I also need a lot of money right now."

"For?" ask Ivy. He tried to get to know the man further.

"For me and someone" said Kenan flatly.

Ivy could only bite her lower lip and try to turn her gaze towards the window so that the man would not see her teary-eyed bead.

I think Kenan has someone special in his heart, and that person isn't me.

The conversation suddenly stopped. Ivy still looked towards the road. The SUV turned and entered the front yard of the Sarte company building.

Ivy immediately thanked Kenan. The woman immediately closed the car door without waiting for Kenan to say. He stepped foot into the company lobby.

"What's wrong with her?" muttered Kenan. The man scratched his head which was not itchy. Women are really confusing.

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