Give Me Your Hand's

For the Woman I Love

As the dawn began to lower its head, the iron bird in the sky appeared to be blackish in color. Small, neatly lined lights filled a wide expanse of field at Ataturk Airport, Istanbul, Turkey. The iron bird landed perfectly after it spread its wings for twelve hours. A large tall man with his blonde hair walked towards the arrival hall. This is the second time he

coming to Istanbul, Turkey.

The man from Texas, USA was looking for someone who would come to pick him up. Through the corner of his eye he caught a woman carrying a paper bearing his name, Adam Scott.

He immediately approached the woman.

"Are you Adam Scott?" ask the woman in English. The woman also matched

the face of the man in front of him with the face of someone who was on a piece of photo in his hand.

"Yes. You you?" adam Scott asked the nosed woman of Turkish descent.

"My name is Hayat, from the Turkish Child Cancer Foundation. Howwasyourjourney?"  They chatted while walking towards the airport exit.

"Very tiring, sitting for twelve hours. Are we going straight to the hospital?" ask

Adam while putting a black backpack on his strapping back.

"No. You can rest first in the apartment that has been prepared. Tomorrow morning, you have to go through

a series of medical tests. After that the doctor will decide when the date of surgery will be determined," explained Hayat.

After driving Adam into his apartment, Hayat called Doctor Husein. The woman told the doctor that donor Deniz had arrived in Istanbul.

"Pendonor Deniz has arrived in Istanbul. The Texan man is now resting in the apartment

you rent it for him" Dr. Husein told Kenan. Aaron's son rented a room in Mehmet's apartment. Unbeknownst to the Texan, Mehmet had ordered his men to keep the man quiet.

"When will the operation be carried out?" asked Kenan who was sitting in the doctor's room.

"Depends on Deniz and the man's health. If everything is good, tomorrow I will do the transplant" replied the doctor.

Kenan could only stare at the calendar sitting on the table, then exhale deeply. His mind is on tomorrow. Tomorrow is the match with Ferrite. The hair-tied man promised to bring in his betting money as well as Ivy.

Aaron's son immediately came out of Doctor Husein's room. He walked down the hospital hallway while rubbing

his face was rough repeatedly. His footsteps stopped when he went inside

deniz Room. As usual, the boy closed his eyes as soon as he saw Kenan coming.

"Deniz, I know you heard my voice. I know you're mad at me, because I can't answer your question" said Kenan, sitting next to the white bed. Deniz lay with his back. Even though the boy closed his eyes, he still listened to Kenan.

At first glance Kenan turned to look at the ceiling of the room, then he started talking back. "Tomorrow I'll meet with Ivy, if I can take her home. Will you promise to heal?"

Hearing Kenan's words, Deniz immediately turned his body to face the man. The small eye bead was rounded, the color of his eyes seemed to glow. "really? Ivy's coming home tomorrow?"

"I'll try to bring your brother home." A smile expanded under that thin black mustache. He promised a child and himself.

"I promise I'll heal and eat a lot. I won't leave you alone anymore." The small palm rubbed Kenan's hair like a force flowing into the man's burly body. The power that only came from the palm and the smile of a boy.

Tonight after leaving Deniz with Nur in the hospital, Kenan goes to the boxing training ground. There's been waiting for Serkan and Mehmet. The boxing samsak and the gloves seemed to be missing Kenan's hand. Aaron's son immediately warmed up by doing push ups and hit the samsak hanging in the corner of the room.

This time Serkan gave himself to be a sparing partner for Kenan. They hit each other and kicked each other. Until the sweat soaked their heads and bodies. They trained for about two hours.

"Rest!" exclaim Serkan who stopped his training. "Tomorrow I'll watch your game."

After the boxing trainer came out of the room, this time it was Mehmet's turn to speak. The dark-skinned man had since just been silent and observing Kenan's training.

"Are you sure of your decision? We can free Ivy without having to fight Ferit Kozan." Mehmet stood facing Kenan who had just dried up his body.

"Are you scared of fighting that motherfucker, huh? The fucker who made Ivy lose it all!" yelled Kenan while pointing at Mehmet's chest with his index finger.

"I'm not afraid" Mehmet said, scratching his head. "But that fucker wants your life, what if tomorrow he doesn't take Ivy? Or did he not bring the money?" Mehmet pulled Kenan's index finger off his chest.

*****

Meanwhile at Ferit's house, Ivy was still sitting inside the room all by herself. Since morning, Ivy has not seen the man. It was getting dark, but Ferrite had not yet returned. Ivy looked up at her face as the door of the room opened. A waiter came into the room carrying a tray containing dinner for him.

"Has Ferrite not come home yet?" Ivy asked the female servant who was given orders to serve her needs.

"Master hasn't come home yet, miss," the waiter replied as he placed the tray on the table. Ivy noticed something was protruding inside the woman's pocket.

"Aren't you tired of bribing me? Take off my handcuffs and let me eat myself." Ivy smiled sweetly at the waiter with her hair darkened.

"But I don't have the key, Miss." The waiter stuffed his first feed into Ivy's mouth. Victor's daughter chewed her food while thinking how she could persuade the servant to help her.

"Do you have a cell phone?" Ivy's eyes stared at the servant's pocket. He believes the waiter keeps his phone in his pocket.

"Yes. I have and I always carry," the waiter pointed out to Ivy's small sailing phone.

Ivy's eyes rounded looking at the servant's cell phone. "Can I borrow your phone for a second? My family is looking for me now."

The waiter had not answered Ivy's question. The female worker turned to the door, making sure her employer did not enter the room. "It."

"You can stand guard near the stairs, if you see Ferit coming, go straight into the room" Ivy said as he received the maid's cell phone.

The lady's servant followed Ivy's words. He left his master's future wife and stood on the balcony. From that floor, he could see who had entered from the door of the house.

Inside the room, Ivy placed the black phone over her thigh. Using his right hand, he pressed a few numbers on the available buttons. His finger pressed the loudspeaker button making the connective tone heard in the room.

"Hello." Kenan's voice sounded a little far from Ivy's ears.

"Kenan, it's me" said Ivy who bent her body so that her voice could reach the phone.

"Ivy! Where're you?" Kenan immediately stopped his steps when he got out of the boxing training ground.

"Ferrite kept me in her room. How's Deniz doing?" Ivy asked with his matanhya facing towards the door.

"Maybe tomorrow she'll have her marrow transplant. Where's Ferrite's house?"

"There's on XXX street, but I don't know exactly. The second floor mansion. The fence is black. Wait a minute, where did you get the money to pay for Deniz's operation?"

No sound from across. Kenan didn't say a word.

"Dine, answer me! Where'd you get the money?"

Ivy had not yet heard Kenan's reply, the housekeeper rushed into the room in a hurry. "Miss, Mr. Ferit and Mr. Hasan have arrived. They're downstairs."

The waiter immediately grabbed his phone and put it in his pocket. Ivy's face suddenly pale at the thought of Kenan's answer that he had not heard. While at Kenan's place, the man heard the servant's words.

"What's wrong?" asked Mehmet who suddenly appeared from behind. He saw Kenan standing while holding his phone tightly.

"Ivy called me. He told me Ferit's home address," Kenan replied with a strained look on his face.

"Well done, let's finish tonight!" cetus mehmet patting Kenan on the shoulder.

"No! I'm not going to free Ivy tonight!" exclaim Kenan firmly. The dark gray eye bead stared intently at the door of the boxing training building.

"Are you crazy?" Kenan's words made his eyes go wide. For him this is a golden opportunity to free Ivy.

"Yes, I'm crazy! I'm crazy because I have to risk my life for the woman I love and for the money! I'll free Ivy tomorrow, this time I'll take all mine!" yelled Kenan with his flaming bead eyes. Aaron's son immediately walked to his car.

Mehmet smiled in response to Kenan's words. "For the woman I love. Finally you confess your feelings too" he murmured with a laugh. "You should have told Ivy that, not me!"

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