Give Me Your Hand's
Sheeting Fabric
At around 19:00 Istanbul time, the sky in the city is still bright. Kenan has just been discharged from Istanbul Hospital, where Deniz is being treated.
Aaron's son chooses to find Ivy himself without Mehmet's help. He drove his SUV towards the central business district in Istanbul. Explore every tall building with a variety of luxurious architectural forms. The silver car was moving slowly when passing through the multi-storey building with its pyramid-shaped building. Kenan put his car in the front yard of the building.
His sneaker steps were barely audible, as Kenan walked into the lobby. His dark gray eye beads stared intently at a series of capital letters that formed the word KOZAN with his black body.
"Where's Kozan's Ferrite room?" kennon asked a female receptionist.
"Have you made a promise?" The receptionist answered Kenan's question with a question as well, making the man snort in annoyance.
"If you don't tell me, I'll destroy this room!" threaten Kenan in front of the receptionist.
The receptionist retreated her steps away from Kenan, she immediately took the phone plane that was on her desk and pressed the zeros and one there.
"Sir, someone wants to find Mr. Ferrite." The woman's lips with her red lipstick were stuck in the earpiece.
"Good, Sir." The woman nodded her head then put her phone plane back down.
The receptionist turned her eyes back to Kenan. The woman told Aaron's son that Lord Ferrite's room was on the fifth floor.
Without saying thank you, Kenan stepped into the elevator behind the lobby. The glass tube took Kenan up to the fifth floor.
The thin-moustached man swung his steps towards a door that looked sturdy and closed. He did not see Ferit's secretary or any other employee there.
Kenan turned the yellow door handle vertically and directly pushed the door leaf to hit the wall behind it. He stepped into the granite-floored room with his gray pattern.
Looking in front of him he saw a high chair backrest light brown. The chair was facing a bookcase attached to the wall. Kenan noticed a sash-haired head sitting on the chair. The figure was looking back at him. His instincts told him that the man was not Ferrite.
"Welcome to my game, Mr. Kenan," said a man sitting in the chair. The flap-haired man turned his chair and looked at Kenan from his seat.
"You!" pekik Kenan's. It turns out his guess was right.
"Where's Ferrite?" Kenan's crimson face muttered in anger because the person he was looking for was not there.
"You have dared to enter my lair, of course I must welcome my guest of honor." Hasan stood up with his smile.
The man with his curled nose let out his whistle. A few seconds later, four people came in. Kenan's gaze circled the two men he had met in the hospital and two others.
"Give a welcome to our guest of honor" Hasan said, flicking his fingers at the four men.
Hasan leaned his body in front of the desk, crossed his legs and hands to watch the free show in the Ferrite room.
Kenan rubbed his nose then he opened and closed his palm that stretched forward repeatedly. It was as if he was giving a code to allow the four men to advance together.
The four Hasan's men advanced in unison against Kenan. They lashed out his blows together, but Kenan lowered his body, making the blow escape and hit their friend who was in front.
As Kenan lowered his body, he hit the kneecaps of the two people beside him.
The four men fell because of the blows of his own friend. Kenan lifted up the body of Hasan's smallest man and threw him to three other Hasanites.
Before the four people stood up, Kenan took one of the single seats in front of the table. He threw the chair at two of Hasan's men who had just risen to their feet. The legs of the chair made of iron hit their chests.
Seeing his men losing, Hasan immediately intervened. He threw his first blow to Kenan's face to make the man's nose bleed fresh.
Kenan staggered closer to the desk, then Hasan wrapped his tie around Kenan's neck. Pulling the man's neck from behind until Kenan's head touched the table. Kenan's hand tried to open the winding tie patterned with vertical lines that strangled his neck.
Hasan slapped his punch at Kenan's chest, but quickly Aaron's son held Hasan's left hand. Kenan's other hand held Hasan's right hand, which was wrapped around his neck.
The flap-haired man raised Kenan's body by pulling his long tie, making Kenan's breath even more suffocating.
The son of Aaron saw that there was a scissor in the box on the table, but because his hands were holding all of Hasan's hands. Finally he went up to the table and smashed his forehead against Hasan's forehead.
The sight of the two of them suddenly blurred due to the collision of two hard heads. Both their noses and eyebrows bleed. In his blurry eyes, Kenan tried to grab the scissors on the table and cut off Hasan's tie.
Before Ferrit's confidant stood up straight, Kenan threw the single chair still standing firmly into Hasan's body. The fat-haired man's body fell onto the desk and knocked down his laptop and some other writing equipment.
With a ferocious face, Kenan advanced toward Hasan's men, but the four men were frightened and let Kenan leave the room.
Kenan immediately ran towards the elevator and exited the Kozan building. He wiped his forehead and bloody nose. Half dizzy, he took his car to Istanbul Hospital to see Deniz.
*****
"Let him go!" hasan shouted to his men. From the big window in the room, he saw Kenan had gotten into his car. His hunting breath slowly returned to normal.
"good. I'll be there soon." Hasan immediately shut down his phone and brought the file that Ferit requested.
Hasan threw away his tie which had broken off then rolled his shirt arm up. He washed his face in the toilet to remove the blood stains on his forehead and nose.
"It turns out you're better than I thought you were" murmured Hasan who spoke to himself in front of the mirror.
After the dizziness in his head disappeared, Hasan drove his car to his master's house. In his mind, Ferit must be having fun with his future wife.
The sky in Istanbul is getting dark, the sun is getting into the dispute. Another slow red color begins to fade in the dark swallow of the night.
At about 20:30 Istanbul time, Hasan arrived at Ferit's house. The man went straight into his master's study downstairs.
The wooden door opened, but Ferit was waiting for him. The master was pouring his wine bottle into a glass. Hasan cleared his throat.
"You have come" said Ferit, then he poured the wine bottle into another glass.
"Take a drink with me" continued Ferit who gave his drink to Hasan. The left-handed man accepted his master's gift.
The two of them sipped the glass until it ran out. Ferrite poured it back and they drank it a second time.
"The ballast hit you?" When Ferrite saw the scar on Hasan's forehead.
Hasan just lowered the corner of his lips making Ferrit laugh out loud. "If so, he'll have to deal with me!"
"It turns out he's pretty tough. He defeated all four of my men. I heard that recently the mechanic of the ship became a champion in an illegal boxing match" Hasan said.
"Oh yeah?" Ferrite raised one of his eyebrows then laughed at Hasan's story.
"The champion," murmured Ferit who sneered at Kenan. His eye bead lit up sharply then threw the glass glass in his hand into the vault in front.
Prang...!
The glass toss made Hasan who was beside Ferrite surprised. The man knew the character of Ferit, there must be something that had made his master angry.
I don't think he got his pleasure today.
Hasan turned Ferit's mind to discuss the work issue. The two men immediately sat on a long sofa. Hasan provided the files he had brought, and they began to talk about cooperation contracts with other companies.
Meanwhile, on the second floor of Ferit's house. Ivy, who had been sitting behind the door of her future husband's room, was slowly trying to get up.
He saw his face painted on a large painting hanging on a bed. Taking the painting from its place, he wanted to throw it down. But suddenly the fear of Ferrite's anger ran through his body.
He's a crazy guy. If I ruin this painting, he'll have a reason to touch me and never get me out of here.
Ivy returned the large painting back to where it was. He's looking for a way to get out of Ferrite's house. Looking at the surroundings, there were no telephone planes or cell phones there. His bag and cell phone were left in Deniz's room.
His eyes bead saw a closet whose height touched the ceiling of the room. Ivy tried to open the young gray closet, it turned out that the closet was not locked.
He looked for something long in there, but he did not find it. A few piles of sheets were visible from the corner of his eyes. He took some of those sheets from his pile.
Victor's daughter wrapped the ends of one bed sheet with the ends of another sheet forming a long rope. He tightened each bond to be able to hold his weight.
The dark-brown woman walked up to the balcony of the room, looking at the height of the floor that she had poked down, about three meters away.
Ivy re-assembled the sheets. "I think this is enough" Ivy murmured.
He brought a bedsheet cloth that had been bound to form a long rope. He stretched the cloth down, but it turned out that it was still less long to carry it to the bottom.
The oval-faced woman tied the edge of the bedsheet in her hand to the bars of the balcony railing. He went back into the room and removed the bedsheet that had been attached to Ferit's bed. He took the cloth out and wrapped it with a long cloth that had formed a rope.
Hasan, who was sitting facing the window of the study, saw a long, moving cloth. Sometimes the cloth goes up and sometimes down.
"Oh...O.., Mr. Ferrite seems to...." Hasan did not continue his words, let Ferrite conclude it himself.
Ferrite looked back and saw the bedsheet cloth outside the window. His office was just below the floor of his room. He could tell where the long cloth came from.
"Ivy!" squealing Ferrite with growl. The man immediately left his study.
* CONNECTIVE *
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