Give Me Your Hand's
Moments before Falea meets Kozan
Seeing the look on Kenan's face that seemed to imply that the man did not accept rejection, finally made Ivy agree to his lover's request. Victor's daughter prepared everything they needed, now a private secretary, lover and designer of the Falaea Company.
Ivy began booking flight tickets, preparing his design plans and personal belongings for both of them. Not to forget the young woman also gave some Lira money for the needs of Nur and Deniz as long as she and Kenan went to Paris for a few days.
Three days after they received an email notification from a fashion company in Paris, it was time for the two men to leave. Ivy chose the earliest flight schedule on this day. If it is not for saving costs, it is better for him to choose a flight schedule one day in advance so that they can enjoy the beauty of Paris.
“Are you ready?” asked Kenan who poked his head in front of the door of Ivy's room which only half opened.
From the reflection of the mirror attached to the closet door, Aaron's son could see the beautiful face of his lover dressed in casual clothes and a red coat wrapped around his slender body. A simple and un-brand clothing. He recalled Nur's story that Ivy had sold all of his luxury items such as clothes, shoes and watches in a market near their home.
“Yes, I'm ready,” Ivy said from inside the room. Victor's daughter walked up to Kenan while remembering and re-matching the list of items she was about to bring.
“Oke, we're leaving!” Ivy exclaimed as she spread her palms out in front of her lover. His face was glittering without coercion.
Time still shows at five in the morning. It was still dark when the four men came out of the apartment building. The couple said goodbye to Nur and Deniz in the front yard. Five minutes later, a yellow taxi took the two away from the apartment to Ataturk Airport.
After their departure, Nur doused the snow-covered highway with a bucket of pre-prepared water.
“May God accompany their journey,” said Nur who stood with his gaze straight ahead. The taxi moved away from him and increasingly disappeared around the bend of the road. The middle-aged woman then invited Deniz to come inside.
At 07:10 Istanbul time, Turkey Airlines aircraft flew Kenan and Ivy to Paris, France. Through the window of the plane beside Kenan's seat, they could see the beautiful sheen of the sun that had just revealed itself. A soft yellow light with a part of its body covered by a wisp of grayish-white clouds. It was this beautiful scenery that accompanied their journey for approximately three hours and forty-five minutes in the air.
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City of Paris, France
In a five-star hotel room in Paris, a man is seen opening his eyelids. The long eyelashes seemed to stand up. The brown eyes began to grow slightly to get the sunlight that entered through the sidelines of the window curtain. His voice was yawning like a bear that had just woken up from a long slumber in winter.
Last night the man arrived in Paris and spent time at one of the city's most famous nightclubs. The smell of alcohol still smelled on his clothes.
“What time is it now?” ask her with her heavy tone of voice.
He realized last night that he was lying alone in this room. There was no woman beside him let alone his housemaid. His hand reached for a cell phone lying just like that on the nightstand. His eyes still felt heavy to turn on the communication device.
“Still at eight in the morning,” the spark that sounds like a person who is still half drunk. He threw the phone on another pillow next to his head.
The white blanket blushed with a single hand. Winter is almost over, but the snow is still pouring down the city of Paris. He stretched his muscles over the bed, then dragged his legs towards the bathroom with his door made of transparent glass.
The long haired man started to clean himself up. Shaving his mustache and beard until a little hair left hanging on his chin. He began to dry his wet-looking hair and wash it backwards. A white shirt complete with its vest made of grey wool wrapped around its stocky body.
After finishing his morning meal at the hotel restaurant, he turned on a tablet. The flat rectangular device, which has a touch screen, shows the entire meeting schedule today and the next few days. The meeting will take place at one noon Paris time. There are three hours left to prepare his business presentation.
No one company will refuse to do business with Kozan Company.
Almost every morning, the brown-haired man contacted his confidant just to ask about the task he had given. But not for today, he will focus on his company first. After the business is done, he will go straight to Istanbul.
“What did Hasan do? Just to find one woman he spent all this time!” he shouted while throwing the hotel-owned newspaper on his dining table.
In the same sky in Paris, a Turkey Airlines plane carrying passengers from Istanbul to Paris landed perfectly at Charles de Gaulle Airport at 09:50 Paris time. The snowfall that had fallen this morning, slowly began to melt. The dawn began to show its rays when the day had begun.
“I feel like I'm experiencing de javu, back to this airport. With the same atmosphere and..”.
“Different people. That's not de javu,” continued Kenan who directly cut the word Ivy. The couple laughed along their way to Terminal One.
“You know..., a year ago I came here myself. How very sad to see the Eiffel Tower alone.” Kenan said while tightly grasping Ivy's hand. A row of French souvenir shops they have passed together.
“What time did you want to forget about Hazal?” guess Ivy.
“You already know the answer. I don't want to talk about it, it's just us. Okay?” The gray-eyed bead was somewhat glaring at Ivy. His voice began to rise.
“I just asked," replied Ivy who was still keeping her tone at normal limits.
“What do you ask, if you already know the answer?” Kenan snorted and turned his face to look at a coffee shop behind Ivy.
“Oke-okay alright, I will never say the woman's name again.” It's better for Ivy to budge than to make a small debate that shouldn't need to happen.
“What after this we will see the Eiffel Tower?” Ivy asked with her soft eyes. Undeniably, Kenan's heart again melted and shuddered to see the gaze of Ivy's eyes.
“You want to get there?” kenan asked, after they entered a building called Terminal One. Kenan's hand switched to hug Ivy's slender waist and gently caressed her long unraveled hair.
“I want to go there with you,” whispered Ivy while hiding her face behind Kenan's chest. Inhaling the scent of the man's body really made Ivy seem excited. Aaron's son gave his answer by giving a kiss on the top of Ivy's head.
They walked down Terminal One. A building with architecture that resembles an octopus. Passengers from various countries are already preparing to check in by showing their passports and visas to the officers.
After a check-in stamp, the couple continued on their way to the fifth floor to collect their luggage. It looks like dozens of people are already standing in line to pick up his luggage. One by one suitcase bags of various sizes and colors come out of a flat escalator machine that moves around.
“Have you changed the time on your watch?” kenan asked Ivy after the man took their black suitcase.
“This is what I want to do,” replied Ivy who instantly changed his watch settings to be one hour slower compared to Istanbul time. “Maybe we'll get to Paris around twelve o'clock.”
After exiting the luggage room, Kenan and Ivy move down towards the third floor in search of a means of transportation that will take them into Paris. In front of their eyes almost all types of public transportation are available. Starting from taxis, buses, and rental cars.
“I think we should find the fastest way to get to that company. His meeting schedule at one noon’?” kenan asked, smiling as soon as he saw Ivy, he quickly picked a taxi.
But the smile suddenly turned into a frown on Kenan's forehead, after he saw Ivy pull out a card and give it to the taxi driver.
It turns out that the nature of the irritant does not change, but it is good….
Ivy returned Kenan's gaze by waving his card by pass in front of the man's face. “I've lived in Paris for five years while in college. Too bad if I don't bring him with us.”
“Indeed how many Euros are there?” ask Kenan curiously. His mind said it might just be enough to go back and forth to the airport.
“Quite a lot to make us surround the city of Paris for a week.” The green-eyed bead seemed to sparkle staring at the cards in his hand and the look on Kenan's face alternately. He seemed satisfied to see the man's mouth locked tightly.
Kenan simply replied to Ivy with an unspeakable demeanor. I don't know how many judgments he will give to his lover if he is told to judge between one and ten. Women are frugal, smart, economical, stingy or whatever it is that Ivy must have filled his entire life.
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