Give Me Your Hand's

Eiffel Tower - Will You Marry Me?

“Tomorrow the day after I will return to Istanbul,” said Ferit who spoke to someone on his phone. He put one hand in his pants pocket and the other hand held the telecommunication device.

The call was interrupted, just as Ivy got up and ran out of the cafe. The long-haired man turned his back and immediately looked at the woman in red who ran out of the cafe. He began to compare the woman's clothes to the Ivy clothes he saw in the meeting room.

Who's the lady? He looks a lot like Ivy.

To reassure her, Ferit inquired about the woman in red to the cafe barista and the French married couple sitting on the couch where Ivy was hiding.

“Can you speak English?” ferrit asked who was answered with a headband by them.

The man with a 183-centimeter body scratched the tip of his eyebrow. He recalled a picture of Ivy he had taken of the late Victor.

He showed the photo of his future wife to the three people. Once again they answered Ferrit with their body gestures. Head gel, both shoulders raised and palms.

“They didn't see Ivy was here. That woman in red is not Ivy. But why did she run away when I turned around?” murmured Ferrit while taking his tablet and mobile phone and then out of the cafe.

The Istanbul man got into his rental car and circled the dark city of Paris. The sun just set at 19:10. Rainwater and snowflakes as if resting does not interfere with his journey. The beautiful atmosphere of the City of Paris with a different sparkle of light from the City of Istanbul, making Ferrit forget about the incident about the woman in red.

Elsewhere in Paris, Ivy continued to run. Dozens to dozens of shady trees he had passed. Various street light poles seemed to accompany his current escape. Sayup-sayup he heard the sound of vehicles passing by and chatter various kinds of people with various languages that sometimes do not enter his mind.

Without feeling a pair of knee-high black boots brought Ivy to a stop somewhere. His breathing began to feel dull.

He leaned against a tree and began to breathe as much oxygen as he could. The woman began to realize something.

This is not the road to the hotel. I have been running without seeing any road leads. This spot….

He saw the surroundings were filled with a sheen of light emanating from the dim street lamp post. He saw the body of the Eiffel Tower that looked gloomy without life.

Several pairs of human beings love each other in this romantic place. They join hands, cuddle and make out affectionately at every corner even in the middle of the court. All types of humans both foreign tourists and local residents seem to spill over to fill the tourist attractions.

Kenan, I want to see the Eiffel Tower with you…. Look, so many couples are here. If tonight is my luck, can we see it together when the tower lights up?

In a different place, Kenan looks for Ivy to and fro. Dozens of people have been he came and a few kilometers have he traveled just to find his lost lover in Paris. But he never found the woman with dark brown hair and green eyes.

It's getting darker. From where he stood, Aaron's son could see the top of the Eiffel Tower that had not yet let out its light. He looked up at the sky that looked as gloomy as his heart was right now.

God, can I meet him again? If you'll let me. Find us in this place. I want to be with him tonight and forever.

The pain spread in Ivy's ankle, because since then he ran using high-heeled boots. Walking a little limping, he approached a sidewalk not far from his place. He sat himself on the stone floor with its rough texture while straightening his legs forward.

Kenan continued walking straight towards the location of the Eiffel Tower. Her pantofel shoes brushed a puddle of water as she stepped up, giving rise to spots on the bottom of her trousers.

Somehow the man did not look for Ivy in other places, even though the tourist attractions in the city of Paris are very much. He also could not contact Ivy's phone, as they had not changed their number to Paris.

His inner voice said that Ivy must be in this place. The memory in his mind also supported him, reminding him of the request of Ivy who wanted to see the Eiffel Tower with him when they had just arrived at Charles de Gaulle Airport, Paris.

After trying to walk a few meters, Kenan's heart was increasingly convinced that Ivy was in this tourist spot. As far as his eyes could see, the man saw a woman in her red coat sitting on the sidewalk. He tried to pass through the ranks of some people who passed by around the place.

His heart began to fret a little, as he saw the woman in her red coat standing up and walking away from the sidewalk. He is accelerating his pace.

But the longer the crowd the more crowded the Eiffel Tower courtyard. His beads of eyes moved around the area, looking for the figure of Ivy who had blended in with the crowd.

“Ivy!” yelled Kenan with a loud voice.

The man's voice suddenly made some people who were nearby immediately turn to him.

“Downess.” Ivy was surprised to hear the man's voice.

Amidst the crowd, Ivy saw the figure of the man she loved standing before her. Likewise with Kenan who saw the woman he was looking for was not far from him. Almost a minute they just stand in their respective places, like a statue that adorns the museum room.

The two of them narrowed the distance between them, leaving only one step. Their views clashed with each other. Their eyes look teary. Is God granting their request?

Their hearts beat each other and their tongues felt dumb because a word they could not speak. Only a few puffs of clear liquid could explain their current feelings.

“I'm sorry..” said Ivy with her barely audible voice.

Unable to hold back his deep longing, Kenan instantly silenced Ivy's thin lips with a kiss. A thin mustache with its short fur tickled the woman's lips. Giving the woman the urge to go deeper and enjoy Kenan's boneless organs.

The soft play of the tongue is like a rhythm of string music that emits classical tones that rise and fall in each octave. Their lips are interlocked, like a puff of loli candy that is filling and sweet in every part.

The salivary fluid melts into one another like a thirst that fills their dried-up esophagus. Satisfy every thirst of their yearning.

The breath of the two men also roared accompanied by a heartbeat that beat fast then dropped to normal and again stiffened. Making them stick together, so that there is no small gap between them. The scent of mint and vanilla swept over each other amid the breeze of the winter wind.

The Eiffel Tower that stood firm with its body still hiding in the dark was as if it was a silent witness among them. Not only them, but the tower has seen hundreds of millions to billions of couples who have combined their love in its courtyard.

Kenan has given his implied answer through a kiss, that he does not blame Ivy or get angry with the woman for the first defeat experienced by Falaea.

The kiss was released when the body of the Eiffle Tower was lit up slowly from the foot of the tower to the head. The Creator granted the request of two hearts who wanted to see the tower together. Twenty thousand of those light bulbs shone on their faces and hundreds of people were there.

The black-haired man hugged from behind Ivy's waist. Dunking his mustachioed handsome face into the nape of his lover's neck. Her longing will never run out for this woman. He swiped his pointed nose and a little of his whisker fur behind Ivy's neck, making the woman squirm a little.

“In any world, if you are beside me. That is enough for me,” whispered Kenan right in Ivy's ear lobe.

“Kenan....,” sighs Ivy with her heart and melted tears.

In the middle of the yellow light that is still burning, Kenan does not want to waste this romantic moment.

The lights of the Eiffel Tower only light up ten minutes every hour. Aaron's son didn't want to wait the next hour. He exhaled deeply and gathered his courage to talk about his relationship with Ivy to the next level. Behind Ivy's body so that makes them face to face.

Since Istanbul, Kenan has prepared a gift for Ivy. The 185-centimeter-tall man knelt in front of Ivy against the backdrop of the tower watching the scene.

“Kenan, what are you doing?” Ivy turned to the right and to the left, looking at the gazes of the crowd that were fixed on the two of them. “Build.”

But the man did not stand up. Kenan took out a small red box from his pants pocket and opened it in front of Ivy. The young lady saw a golden ring with her small gemstone that looked plain and simple.

“Ivy Eleanor, will you marry me?”

The thin, red lips immediately opened wide after he heard what had just come out of Kenan's mouth. Ivy did not expect her lover would invite her to marry right under the foot of the Eiffel Tower. Seeing this tower together with Kenan was enough to make him happy, especially he heard the man's proposal.

The thunderous roar of voices of the people gave their support to the young couple with their respective languages. As if without being paid, the men simultaneously supported Kenan. They asked Ivy to give an answer “Y” to her lover who had knelt before them all

“Yes. I want to."

That reply filled with confidence and a smile came out from Ivy's lips, making everyone clap and let out their whistles.

Kenan's face looks sumringah, after his proposal was accepted by Ivy. Aaron's son immediately pinned his ring to Ivy's ring finger. He immediately stood up and raised Ivy's body high above his head and turned the body of his lover. They both shouted expressing their happiness.

The sound of a bang was heard in the sky, Kenan immediately lowered Ivy's body. The pair of lovers instantly turned their faces to the sky. Seeing the colorful glow coming from the fireworks. I don't know who set off the fireworks. The pair of brides-to-be hugged each other under the sky with a sprinkling of sparkling light.

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