Give Me Your Hand's
Silence Is Not the Best Way to Solve Problems
“Let's go from here!” kenan exclaimed to Ivy, after the man had taught Ferit a lesson.
The deg!
It was as if an object was hitting Ivy's heart right now, when the man she loved just walked past her like the wind. Without holding her hand or pulling her by force. The feeling was like a vacuum that suddenly appeared just like that in Ivy's heart.
He drags his briefcase and follows Kenan from behind. His footsteps gontai down every granite floor pattern in the corridor room. The clattering of his footsteps and the rolling wheels of a suitcase bag seemed to compete with each other to entertain Ivy.
He must be mad at me….
The green eyeball caught Kenan standing in front of the elevator door.
“Ivy!” The woman heard the voice of a man calling out to her from behind.
His hair suddenly quickly stood up. Although the man was not a ghost, but the man was already haunting his mind.
That's Ferrite. I gotta get out of here fast.
Ivy sped up her footsteps to reach Kenan's place. A few seconds later, his tail saw his lover had entered the elevator. He almost yelled to call Kenan by name, so that the man would not leave.
A long sigh rang out until it reached his ears, as soon as he saw the aluminum door was still wide open. It turned out that someone who was inside was still pressing the open button, waiting for him.
Ivy started running with her suitcase bag that looked like it was a shameless slug behind her. Behind him the sound of the pantofel shoes pounding was heard chasing his steps. The noise was increasingly heard clearly in Kenan's ears, as Ivy's footsteps approached towards him. But the man just kept silent.
“Almost,” murmured Ivy while sticking his palm in front of his chest after he managed to reach the elevator wall that was in front.
At first glance he saw the eyes of his lover was staring at the rows of number boards near the door. Making Ivy feel bad, he also ventured into the same elevator with Kenan. The closed elevator door coincided with the footsteps of Ferrite who had just set foot in front of the door.
“Sial!” ferrite tried to push the button repeatedly, but the elevator kept coming down. He left it alone on the fifth floor.
The lovers stood side by side. Through the tail of his eyes, Ivy saw Kenan who was staring straight at the elevator door that had been closed. He closed his eyelids, waiting for Kenan to strike. But the man did not open his voice until the elevator stopped on the ground floor. Only that strapping back he saw walking ahead of him.
If you want to be angry, I'm as happy as you are. But please don't shut me up. I know. I'm guilty. I caused Falaea to lose.
The drizzling rain greeted Kenan and Ivy when they had just exited the Mandellion Company Building. Kenan swung his thumb to intercept the taxi at the end of the road. As before, the man did not open his mouth and directly took the black suitcase bag that Ivy had in hand and put it in the trunk.
“Down..” Ivy tried to call the man's name, as the two of them had been sitting together in the taxi.
There's no answer. The man simply rested his head on the back of the passenger seat while closing both of his eyelids during the trip.
Little by little the clear liquid came out soaking Ivy's face. He turned his face to the window on his left, seeing passing vehicles filling the streets of Paris. Actually that's not the goal, he just doesn't want Kenan to see him cry. He rubbed the liquid thing that had come down on his chin.
The blue taxi stopped in front of a three-star hotel on the outskirts of Paris. Simple hotel with three-story building. The brown body is filled with simple Greek carvings. While Ivy was paying for their trip with his by-pass card, Kenan went out to pick up their suitcase and entered the hotel lobby.
Ivy just followed the long footsteps of it entering down the corridor of the hotel to reach their room.
A simple room that contains only one bed with a double bed size, a large sofa with a small table in front of the bed, and, a wardrobe and a flat-screen television were hanging.
Kenan immediately threw himself on the bed. Either he's asleep or he's just closing his eyes.
The green-eyed bead looked at a lump of muscular body that was lying on its back in front of it without any movement. He took off the pantofel shoes that wrapped Kenan's legs, unbuttoned the shirt at the top and enveloped the sturdy body that looks fragile at this time.
For a moment Ivy was silent looking at the handsome face with a row of thin fur framing the firm face of her lover.
The young woman retreated her steps, away from the bed wrapped in a plain white cloth. He wrote a few sentences on a small note on the table. The clear details one by one dripped down the small paper.
Ivy repeatedly read the message she wrote to Kenan. After the woman was sure of her decision, she placed the small note next to Kenan's body.
Smelled a shiny looking forehead exposed to the dim light coming from the sitting lamp. For a while he stared at the handsome face of his lover who was still asleep. He picked up his bag and slowly opened the room door.
I won't bother you…. Ilove you.
The row of wooden-lined walls accompanied Ivy's steps when the woman decided to leave Kenan in the hotel room. Rain water seemed to blend with his heart that was crying.
The woman is like a chick that has lost its mother. Both of his arms he placed in front of his chest while walking against the flow of the vehicle. Not a single taxi or other public vehicle passed nearby this afternoon.
Is this the best path for both of us? I've ruined your dream, Kenan. The world you wanted to build long ago.
Ivy's looking for a place to shelter. He saw about five meters from where he stood a building with a courtyard covered with a canopy roof. Many people gathered there, maybe they were also looking for shelter just like him.
His footsteps hit the pouring rain water increasingly heavy. Moisturize her red coat and boots that wrap around her pair of legs. The 170-centimeter-tall body finally reached the building. While waiting for the rain to subside, he entered a cafe with a modern interior.
“Cafe Allonge,” Ivy mentioned his ordered drink to the barista in French, as not all Parisians could speak English except those who worked in office buildings or the government.
“Ou es-tu assise, mademoiselle?” ask the barista who asks where Ivy will sit.
"Je me suis assis a la table du bar,” replied Ivy who pointed to a long bar table beside her.
The barista replied to Ivy with his smile, deftly concocting the coffee of the woman's order.
“Tous les cinq Euros,” said the barista who told Ivy the price of his drink.
The ordered drinks are the cheapest drinks sold in the cafe. The blonde-haired Parisian man gave Ivy a cup of espresso dissolved in hot water. The puff of smoke and the smell of black coffee has tickled his sense of smell.
Ivy received the barista's gift, then he gave the man a five Euro note.
He placed the coffee cup on a long bar table made of fibrous wood. He blew his black coffee then rubbed the body of the ceramic cup. A warmth he felt through the touch of his palm.
The bitter black liquid slowly. Every now and then he propped up his chin and looked at the menu board hanging above the wall.
What should I do after this? Will I go back to Istanbul alone? Or the….
Victor's daughter immediately swallowed her saliva, when she saw the figure of Ferit coming out of the rental car. The long-haired man walked into the same cafe as her.
God, why is that guy everywhere?
As fast as lightning Ivy turned his back on Ferrit who was already standing in front of the barista table. The woman covered her head with a scarf she had originally wrapped around her neck. He heard the man ordering his food and drink and left Ivy with a heart-breaking beating.
From the reflection of the glass on the menu board, Ivy could see Ferrite sitting in the middle of the room. The man was still busy with the tablet he had in his hand.
Maybe this is the only way to help Kenan. If he doesn't want to trade me for anything, then I'll give myself up for his happiness….
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