Give Me Your Hand's

Come with Me to Paris

This morning, Nur's voice came from the living room. He was surprised to see a man lying on a sofa with his face covered with a gray pillow. Instantly made his hand that was grasping the handle of the broom seem trembling. He walked slowly and approached a body that did not move.

“Stole you! I'll kick your ass!” yelled Nur who immediately smacked the handle of his broom into the man's body. Apparently the puffer woman did not know that Mehmet had been staying in the apartment last night.

Nur's ear-splitting screams and his pounding punch, suddenly made Mehmet throw the pillow that covered his face to the floor. The uproar made all the inhabitants of the room wake up when they were still knitting their beautiful dreams. Without stretching his muscles, the dark-skinned man instantly opened his two eyelids and fended off the morning attack from Nur.

“It's me!” reply Mehmet with his raucous screams. The look on his face was like he was enduring the pain of a broomstick that touched his hands, stomach and feet.

“Gosh! It's you, Mehmet!” screech Nur with his shrill voice. His face suddenly turned into regret.

“Where is the thief?” ask Kenan and Ivy simultaneously.

The two people had just come out of a different room with pajamas still attached to their bodies. While Deniz who is still seen rubbing his eyes immediately hide behind Kenan's back. The little boy pulled a little bit on the tip of the man's pajamas which were deep blue. A second later came the sound of laughter coming out of their mouths as they saw the expressions on Nur and Mehmet's faces that were both shocked.

“Why didn't anyone tell me that Mehmet stayed overnight here?”

The laughter suddenly stopped after hearing Nur's voice and the eyes of the puffed-up woman aiming at them one by one.

No answer could be heard from their mouths. Only Kenan looks at me nudging Ivy's elbow. A pair of short footsteps walked past them.

A few seconds later, a medicine box and a pink basin were inside his hand. The puffed hand deftly applied a thick liquid with a clear color and felt soothing on Mehmet's skin.

From behind the large body, Mehmet smiled and laughed at Kenan and Ivy who just stood looking at Nur's actions that painstakingly took care of him.

Likewise at breakfast, Nur only cook a serving of Menemen only for Mehmet and Deniz. Processed foods fried eggs are then mixed with pieces of sausage, cucumber, fresh peppers, tomatoes and chili. As for Kenan and Ivy, the woman only gave him a piece of unloaded bread and a glass of fresh milk. Mehmet's heart cheered with excitement when he saw Nur's treatment that so spoiled him.

“Since when did the owner of this apartment change?” satirical Kenan who took a glass of his fresh milk and sipped it. He ripped off a piece of bread with both hands.

“Wait a minute.., I'll cook Menemen for you,” said Ivy who will get out of his dining chair, but Kenan's hand made him sit back.

The man then whispered something into the ear of his lover that made Ivy

developing smile.

“Nur, if every day you cook delicious food like this, I will come here every day,” Mehmet reply with his laughter. Put a piece of red pepper in his mouth.

“Come here if you're hungry, I'll make you another meal.” Nur said as he turned his back on Mehmet, the woman was still busy making things. Pour a little cooking oil into the frying pan.

Deniz who saw Mehmet seemed to like the sweet fruit and a little spicy red, immediately put his paprika into the dish Mehmet.

“Ivy, maybe soon this place will be Istanbul Cafe,” joked Kenan his little laugh. He put one of his feet on the other and wiped his mouth with a white sheet of cloth on his lap.

Mehmet simply raised his eyebrows in response to his friend's words. It was as if he did not care about Kenan's jokes and innuendo. He prefers to enjoy his food.

“Have you not teased him again,” whispered Ivy who placed her palm over Kenan's thigh. The man clasped Ivy's hand tightly.

The ringing sound of mobile phones interrupts their morning eating activities. Ivy immediately got up to his feet then quickly darted into the room to pick up his phone. A foreign number he did not know. He was a little hesitant to answer the call, but it was possible that the caller was the one who was in need of Falaea's services. His heart began to hope a little.

“Halo,” reply Ivy. The look on his face suddenly changed when he only heard the sound of a call being cut off from the end of his phone.

“Who called?” Kenan's voice was right behind Ivy.

The young woman turned her body to Kenan and then lifted both shoulders. He simply lowered both corners of his lips while looking at his lover's face.

Almost a month the company Falea stood, but none of the clients they managed to get. No company wants to work with them. While the bills keep going. They cannot just rely on the rest of the betting money.

“You just calm down. The Falaea company is still new, many people do not know him yet,” whispered Kenan who held both arms of Ivy. He tried to comfort his lover, as if he was trying to find out the anxiety that the woman was experiencing.

“Kenan, our finances are running low. Maybe we can only survive another month or two. Should I look for another job outside?”

“Sst...” Kenan placed his index finger in front of Ivy's thin lips. The man shook his head and narrowed the distance between them.

“But...” Ivy bit her lower lip holding back the words that were about to come out of her mouth. The green-eyed bead seemed to be swirling staring at the white t-shirt that wrapped around Kenan's body.

“Ivy...”.

The Victor princess nodded her head slowly after she heard Kenan say her name with great emphasis. He soaked his lips then said, “Alright, I will always support you.”

Ivy's slender body is drawn to get into his deck. He kissed the top of the dark colored hair and stroked it gently. He put his chin on Ivy's head. While the woman buried her face on Kenan's shoulders, inhaling the scent of mint that burst into her sense of smell.

It's not my intention to limit your life, honey. I'm not worried about our financial problems, all I'm worried about is if Ferit finds you and takes you away from me. Stay here with me until I ask you to be my life partner.

Time passed very quickly. One week has passed. Mehmet has returned to his apartment and continues his relationship with Cansu. It has been a month since the Falaea Company was established.

While Hasan was still busy hustling around looking for traces of Ivy, the man had not succeeded. Almost every day he received a call Ferit just to ask the whereabouts of his future wife. It happened, because Kenan did not let Ivy and Nur out of the apartment. Including the Deniz

home schooling to continue his education. For the kitchen, Kenan asked Ivy to buy their needs online.

The sun had risen a few hours ago, all the residents of Istanbul had started their activities outdoors. But Ivy is still struggling with his current activities, making clothing designs for spring that will last about a month longer.

He put a few lines on a piece of paper with his pencil eyes. Starting from just a circle shape then developed into a woman who wore a dress on the knee.

He took a brush and he dipped the black feathers into a bottle of red, green, yellow and purple ink alternately. His fingers began to fill the sketch of the design with the details he wanted. Floral-shaped details fill the entire picture of the outfit. He gives a touch of plain red on the bottom edge of the dress and the bottom of his arm which is only along the elbow.

Ivy's concentration is interrupted after he hears a notification sound from Kenan's laptop. Victor's daughter put down her brush that still looked wet and walked over to her boyfriend's desk which was only three steps away from her seat.

He saw an email notification coming into the Falaea Company's email. His eyes and both lips seemed to move reading the rows and rows of sentences written there.

“Date!” yelled Ivy who did not take her eyes off the laptop screen.

Kenan who had been in the next room that functioned as a storage warehouse for fabric materials immediately ran into his study. Aaron's son saw Ivy standing leaning in front of the table staring at a rectangular screen.

“Oh.., you surprised me. I think you fell slipping or you experienced something,” regret Kenan who came in a hurry and full of anxiety, but in fact he saw Ivy in a state of fine.

Ivy instantly turned her gaze over after she heard Kenan's voice. A sweet smile rose from both of his thin lips, making the thin-moustached man look curious as to what was happening. The woman immediately pulled Kenan's hand and took the man to stand staring at his laptop.

The same thing happened, the dark gray eye bead moved from left to right reading rows of English sentences written in his company's email.

“This really happened?” asked Kenan who stared at Ivy's face and his laptop screen in turn. The brown lips opened to form the letter O. It was as if he could not believe what he had just read.

“Really, Dear. That'sthat's true! They called you to come to Paris!” Ivy exclaimed with her face that looked bright. “They accept Falaea!”

Kenan's face instantly turned full of excitement. The man immediately raised Ivy's body beyond his head and twisted themselves by 360 degrees. It was as if that woman was his trophy of victory today and forever. The two lovers embraced each other happily.

Kenan landed his kiss on Ivy's lips. Gently sip the thin, sweet-tasting lips on her tongue. He wanted to express his happiness and gratitude to the woman.

Without her lover, she would not have the spirit to rise again. He reimagines his future only for himself and Ivy, so they have a better life.

Their efforts were not in vain. During the night they sent Ivy design designs to several companies both at home and abroad. A month of hard work has yielded results.

“I will prepare your needs,” Ivy said after their lip kiss came off.

Kenan who was still draping both of his arms around Ivy's waist stared wistfully at the green bead that was right in front of him. “Come with me to Paris.”

“But..., what about the company if we both go?”

Aaron's son closed both of his eyelids. A gasp of breath swept across Ivy's face. As if he wanted to beg and tell the woman, please do not refuse my request.

Seriate

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