Give Me Your Hand's

Someone In The Past Re-emerged

Ivy's phone alarm went off at seven in the morning. His eyelids still felt heavy to open. His hand pressed the button of his phone carelessly and again raised the blanket to the neck. Just a few hours he was enjoying his beautiful dream on the sofa, now the sound of the alarm was calling him back.

“Ivy...," call Kenan with his raucous voice. That muscular body squirms on the bed.

The sound of the alarm shocked him as well. The dark gray eye bead looked timid to show itself. Slowly he saw the figure of the dark brown haired woman still enjoying her sleep on the sofa.

Are his ears broken? This loud sound of an alarm did not wake him up!

Kenan immediately got off his bed and stepped up to pick up Ivy's phone lying under the sofa. The man only shook his head for a moment, then he turned off the alarm and saw Ivy who was still fast asleep. He put the phone on a table next to the sofa.

With his eyes still asleep, the thin lips smiled thinly and hugged a thick blanket that warmed his slender body.

“Seeing your face like this, you're like an angel to me. Precisely I am the luckiest man who managed to get love from a woman like you,” muttered Kenan while stroking long hair Ivy who still enjoyed his sleep.

Ivy's body wriggled making Kenan stop his muttering and stroking. Unknowingly the woman pulled one of Kenan's hands and pinned it between her face and the pillow. Slowly using her other hand, Kenan rubbed her lover's oval face to wake her up, but she never opened her eyelids.

“Ivy...,” whispered Kenan right in the earlobe of her lover. “Wake up, Dear.”

The whisper of the roaring voice made the green eye bead slowly pop out. The plump eyelashes lined up one by one framing Ivy's eyelids.

“You're up. What time is it now?” Ivy asked with her voice still weakening. He closed his mouth to yawn.

“Almost half eight,” replied Kenan.

“What?” suddenly Ivy immediately shouted and sat on the sofa with his hands looking for his cellphone. “Why doesn't my alarm go off? Hey, where's my phone?”

Kenan spontaneously turned his body away from Ivy. The woman's screams and questions startled her as well as upset her.

He really did not hear the deafening scream of his cell phone. My eardrum almost broke because of it.

“Nih, mobile. The alarm has sounded repeatedly,” Kenan said with a look on his face that was upset when he gave the phone to Ivy. Then the man passed into the bathroom leaving Ivy still staring at his black phone.

After finishing their breakfast at the hotel at about half ten in the morning, Kenan and Ivy left the hotel for Charles de Gaulle Airport, Paris. The long journey will take them back for a few hours.

At ten o'clock in the morning they arrived at the airport. The blue taxi stopped at the third floor door of the flight building.

“It looks like the weather is good today,” said Kenan who wears his sunglasses to avoid the gaze of the sun.

“Good here, not necessarily good in Istanbul,” Ivy's rebuttal that helped Kenan get their luggage out of the trunk of the cab.

They walked along the third floor. Passing through every store that sells souvenirs typical of France.

“Do you not want to buy something for Deniz and Nur?” Kenan was observing a T-shirt with pictures of the Eiffel Tower with the size of children and adults.

Ivy was still hesitant to answer between Yes or No. The woman quietly observed the paper label attached to the end of the shirt. Apparently Kenan realized what his lover noticed.

“You still take into account the cost of our expenses?” asked Kenan with one of his hands hugging Ivy's arm.

The Victor princess nodded slowly and bit her lower lip. “Buy, if you really want to buy it. This is also your money.”

“Not the money problem, but they will definitely be happy if we bring souvenirs for them. We do not have to buy expensive items,” said Kenan with a charming smile. It attempted to change Ivy's view of production.

"Money can be found, dear. But... When you see people around you smiling happily, isn't that much more fun?"

Ivy was stunned after listening to her lover's words. In his heart thought, since when did this man become wise?

“Good.” Ivy agreed with Kenan. The woman threw her sweet smile and her row of flat teeth.

He helps the man to choose clothes for Deniz and Nur. But his heart was slightly tempted to choose clothes for Kenan. A blue color body fit shirt with short sleeves along the elbows.

“I want to give it a surprise. It looks like it's good and it suits him, ” muttered Ivy who attached the shirt to Kenan's back looking from a distance. The man was looking at the other stuff.

A waiter approached Ivy and told the woman that there were special discounts on clothing purchases.

“Buy two free one?” Ivy asked with her sparkling bead of eyes repeating the words of the servant. “Any shirt type?”

“Betul, Miss.” The shopkeeper swiftly received the clothes Ivy had chosen and immediately took them to the cashier's desk.

Ivy rolled her gaze around the shop, she saw Kenan still on his back. The man was in a row of men's shoes. He immediately paid the bill with Kenan's money. After all the clothes were wrapped into one, the woman approached her lover.

“I'm done. Let's go to the fifth floor.” Ivy said after they met and stuffed the maroon paper bag into the suitcase bag.

Now the black suitcase has moved into Kenan's hands. His right hand dragged the handle of the suitcase while his left hand held Ivy's. Sometimes the woman shakes affectionately on his arm.

They entered the luggage room on the fifth floor. Several people were lined up at each counter.

“Honey, our tickets are in the suitcase!” ivy exclaimed with her panicked face after their suitcase bag went into the trunk of the plane.

Kenan ruffled Ivy's hair gently. The man laughed at the look on his girlfriend's face. How not? The oval face looks like marshmellow candy if it looks panicked. Wanted it to feel like he pinched Ivy's cheek.

“This what?” Kenan pulled out two of their flight tickets from his wallet and waved them right in front of Ivy's face.

“Oh thank goodness.” Ivy immediately exhaled. The shadow to stay in Paris again instantly disappeared instantly.

“You're always just freaking out!” kenan exclaimed as they entered the airport waiting room.

“But you like my panic?” god Ivy with a twinkle in both eyes.

Kenan's face immediately flushed. He could not bear to see the twinkling of Ivy's eyes that immediately made his heart melt. He wrapped his left arm around Ivy's shoulder and kissed the dark brown hair.

Her lover's words are true. In his arms he leads Ivy to find a seat in the waiting room.

As they walked, Kenan suddenly stopped his steps. Ivy does the same thing. The dark gray-eyed bead saw the figure of someone he had known in the past being in the same place as them at the moment.

“Aksal's Napkin?" muttered Kenan quietly when he saw the owner of Aksal Hotel was not far from him.

Although she only sees the body and face of Hazal's husband, she still recognizes the man she was once a rival to.

No doubt, that man is him. The world is narrow....

“Who is Yafet Aksal?” chirps Ivy who tries to equal her line of sight to Kenan.

The Victor princess saw a black-haired man with his long grey coat standing by the window and talking to another older man.

“Nobody. Just an old friend,” Kenan replied briefly. He immediately invited Ivy to find a seat that was far from where Japheth stood.

“Why don't you greet him?” Ivy immediately sat himself beside Kenan.

Aaron's son wore his sunglasses back after the sunlight barrier was removed when they were in the clothes shop.

“It looks like he's very busy. I don't want to bother him. Never mind, we better sit here and wait for the gate door to open,” said Kenan who hid his face behind his sunglasses.

Ivy fell silent and did not continue his question. But not with Kenan, the man's heart holds so many questions.

Is Hazal here too?

The tail of Kenan's eyes unceasingly watched Japheth Aksal who was walking and looking for a seat in the waiting room. Aaron's son circulated his gaze to look for his ex-wife among the dozens of people in the room.

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