Give Me Your Hand's

I Want to Celebrate This Victory With You

Ivy widened her eyes when she saw her torn design dress in some parts. There are regular and irregular tear marks like the tug of a hand. He saw a pair of scissors under his shoes.

"A...What happened? Why is this so?" ivy asked herself as she held the shapeless dress.

The bead of his eyes was looking for the figure of the person who should be responsible for all this. "Where's Kara?"

Ivy came out of her room and did not see Kara in front. He ran into the show room which was filled with the voice of the host.

The show has started. Where's Kara?

The light of the show room was slightly dark on the left and right sides of the stage. His gaze could only see the light that was on the stage.

"Ivy." Someone's hand slapped his shoulder. He also looked back.

"What happened to the dress?" The face of the model looks disappointed. The curly haired woman had already seen what had happened in the dressing room.

Ivy looked towards the stage, the show was still filled with the voice of a male singer. He moved his foot back into the dressing room. He watched her other dress designs. She hoped there would still be one or two dresses that survived, but her hopes were dashed because everything had been torn.

The four dresses rolled away instantly when the hand was unable to hold them. His eyes began to turn red, the clear liquid was already at the end. He bent his body while holding on to the iron pole.

"Ivy, am I not performing? How'this? Free dong I came, if I can't walk on stage," tweeted one of the models standing behind Ivy.

"Leave me alone, you can wait for me outside" said Ivy, who still backs the two models.

"What about the dress? I don't want to appear in that ragged dress!" exciting model with curly hair.

"I told you to leave me alone! If you don't want to wear this dress, I'll wear it myself!" Ivy screeched loudly.

The two models whispered to each other saying that they regretted having accepted this job. "He's just an amateur. Teri class designer!"

Ivy's tears flowed profusely hearing the words that pierced his heart. He was sitting limp on the floor. He put his face on his bent knee. The career that he started was suddenly destroyed tonight.

Kenan... Where are you right now?

Suddenly the voice of his heart spoke in search of Aaron's son.His body and heart seemed to need a hug coming from the burly arms.

Ivy got up and picked up her phone that was in the bag. He searched for Kenan's name on his call list, the voice of the dial continued to ring repeatedly but the man did not answer his call.

In his solitude he only heard the seconds his watch was moving in order. His bead looked towards the scattered dress and pieces of cloth.

The broken string strings can still be repaired. There is no point in lamenting broken dresses. I have to figure out a way to fix this dress back.

His palm swept over the water droplets that soaked his face. He changed his phone settings to silent mode, so that no one would bother him at this time. Ivy took her draft dress and hung it back on the pole. He opened all his equipment in the cardboard and arranged them on the floor.

Without shoes, she began to kneel in front of her dress. The sewing needle goes into the small white pores and then out looking for another way. Somehow as a result, he tried to resolve this before his name was called.

*****

In a different place, a woman wearing a two-piece swimsuit wandered around the boxing ring. The woman raised both hands to reveal a white board that read the sixth round. The golden bell rang.

Kenan began to launch his attack, he hit the side face of his opponent. Now the big man was locked in one corner of the ring. Aaron's son delivered his uppercut blow. The punch he threw from below directly hit his opponent's chin. The punch made his opponent fall down on the fist ring.

The referee starts to calculate the KO limit time. The audience began to stand up to see what happened next. Did they win or lose? They then shouted the names of each of their heroes.

Until the tenth count, the man of great stature never rose to his feet. The referee closed the game time and stated that the boxing match tonight was won by Kenan Fallay.

A loud applause filled the room. A triumphant smile was etched at the corner of his lips. The smile quickly faded, when he saw the large man not moving.

"Have I killed him?" muttered Kenan slowly. The silence enveloped him at this moment.

The pair of sneakers stepped closer to his opponent, shaking the man's thigh with one of his legs.

No. gabe... He can't be dead.

"Come, Kenan. Come down! What are you waiting for?" Send her screaming from under the ring.

"What...he's ma...dead?" ask Kenan.

Kenan immediately retreated his steps after recalling the incident. The scars from the operation were felt after a year had passed.

"Hen?" ask Serkan after he climbed into the boxing ring.

The coach saw Kenan's pale face as a man without blood. Without waiting for an answer from those brown lips, Serkan placed his fingertips against Kenan's opponent's neck.

"He's alive!" shout Serkan who is crouching next to the hand that starts moving slowly. The black gloves began to change positions.

"Oh thank goodness." Kenan exhaled deeply while closing his eyes. The fear didn't happen.

Aaron's son immediately went downstairs to the dressing room. The soft, white cloth touches every open skin pore. He rubbed his face in the bathroom.

The water droplets dripped down his plain body. The cold water whisked in until it pierced his ribs. He rubbed his face repeatedly, hardly believing that he had become a champion tonight. He put his clothes back on and looked at his face in front of the mirror. The drop of water fell from the corner of his thick eyebrows.

Ivy, tonight I've won the game. I want to celebrate this victory with you. But...

The figure of the man who was with Ivy yesterday overshadowed his mind.

Can I win your heart?

The struggle in Kenan stopped when from the reflection of the mirror, he saw Mehmet approaching him with a pile of banknotes.

"Wow, congratulations my brother" said Mehmet who gave the money to Kenan. The two men stuck their fists together with their laughter.

"The money is yours. I fight to pay my debts" said Kenan while fixing his shoelaces.

"This money is enough to pay off your debt." Mehmet held up the banknote to his ear.

"Stop! Don't fight anymore! Before anything bad happens to you!" continued Mehmet with a serious expression on his face.

"You're cursing me?" Kenan stood up and stared intently at the black bead eyes that were in front of him.

The black-eyed bead stared at the iron pipe that was above his head. He breathed out hard. "I should know you'll never stop until you get something you want."

"You already know that! Arrange my next schedule" said Kenan who patted Mehmet on the shoulder, then he walked ahead of his best friend.

"Hopefully this time the god of luck is on your side!" yang Mehmet who only returned a wave of hands by Kenan.

Kenan put his bag in the car and took his phone. He opened the inbox and missed a call for her.

"Ivy?"

The dark gray-eye bead was wide-eyed when the woman with the three-letter name adorned the list of missed calls on her phone. His mind began to speculate about the woman.

His thumb pressed the green button on his phone screen. The tone of the call continued to ring repeatedly.

Do I have the right to worry about her situation? It's not me he needs right now... There's that guy who drives a metallic blue car...

Kenan is struggling with himself. He vented his frustration by kicking the tire of his car.

Fuck all this! I don't give a shit! If there was another man beside her, what was he looking for me for? He definitely needs me right now**.

"Nur! He must know where Ivy is," muttered Kenan, who began searching for the name of the woman on her phone's contact list.

"Ivy's home?" Without further ado Kenan directly posed his question to Nur.

"He hasn't come home from his office."

"Say where's the office show? At Sarte's company?" asked Kenan in his tone as if Nur was an employee of his company.

Luckily Nur has responded that Kenan is a good man who can protect Ivy and Deniz. The woman was not offended to hear Kenan's words. Nur tells Kenan the name of the hotel on the edge of the Bosphorus Strait.

* CONNECTIVE *

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