Give Me Your Hand's

Tearing Paper - Wedding Plan

The same night after their return from Paris. The green-eyed bead was still open and moved around the entire room. He saw Nur who had fallen asleep in his bed with a snoring that sometimes sounded like a train was passing on his long rail.

Ivy started counting the seconds of the wall clock in her room. Count to one to sixty, then he repeated it up to three times but his mind continued to drift somewhere. Finally he decided to leave his room.

“You haven't slept?” she asked Kenan, when she saw that he had just come out of his study.

A black colored pajama wrapped around his muscular body. Still visible grains of water wet the thin feathers that adorn his chin.

“I just checked the incoming email,” replied Kenan who immediately closed the door of his study, then approached Ivy who was standing in front of his room.

“Have you read the letter to Falaea? From whom? What's it all about?” cecar Ivy with his questions.

His mind was floating at the thought of the letter. He hoped the letter came from a company that accepted his design.

“Only a business credit offer.” The man said with both corners of his lips raised downwards.

“Oh...” Only one word came out of Ivy's mouth.

His hope runs away along with Kenan saying good-bye to him, then the man goes into the room.

Ivy just stood and stared at Kenan's back, which was disappearing from the door.

Maybe he was also disappointed after finding out that the letter was only about a credit offer, that's why he forgot his promise to me to tell him about his friend….

The young lady folded her hands on her chest and exhaled her breath towards the door of Kenan's room.

All right, I won't force you…. Have a good night, my dear.

The next day when the dawn had filled the skies of Istanbul, the women began to occupy themselves in the kitchen and clean up the dwelling. While Nur was processing his food in the kitchen, Ivy helped him to clean every room in the apartment. There was only one room Ivy had not touched, Kenan's room. The two men in this apartment are still wandering in their dreamland.

The ringtone of her phone rang when Ivy entered her study. While walking closer to the table where his phone was located, he fixed the bonds of his messy hair here and there. The phone charger cable was removed from the switch when he saw the name of Cansu on the screen.

“Ya, hello.” Ivy answered his half-brother's call.

“Have you returned from Paris?”

“Yes. We just got home yesterday. What's up, Cansu?” Ivy landed her body in her work chair.

“Are you busy lunchtime?”

“No. Do you want to meet me? Come to my apartment.”

“OK, I'll be there later in the afternoon.”

Ivy shut down her phone after Cansu ended her conversation. Put the black phone back on the table. He continued his cleaning show. Tidying up every item on the table, wiping every piece of furniture and rows of mannequins standing behind his chair and throwing away the trash he found on the floor.

But suddenly he stopped throwing garbage and put the green pecker back on the floor. Now his gaze was fixed on the pieces of paper he found in the tube-shaped basket. The paper trash was there before he entered the room. The tearing of the paper consists of only two colors, namely white and brown.

Is this Deniz's trash? But it looks like this paper contains a typeface. Usually Deniz always draws and discards his paper tear in the room. He never soiled anyone else's room, or maybe this belonged to Nur?

Because of his curiosity, Ivy took one of the paper shreds that was about half the size of his palm.

“Design of Ivy.” The green-eyed bead was immediately wide open after he finished reading the three words written on the small paper.

Who would dare to tear up my design?

While his mind was filled with question marks, Nur's voice called out his name. Ivy quickly grabbed the paper, put it in a plastic bag and put it in his desk drawer. The young woman went straight out to meet Nur while carrying her hygiene equipment.

“What did you call me, Nur?” asked Ivy who was standing behind the woman. He saw that the woman's hand was still holding the frying device.

"Oh, thankfully you've come. Can you help me fry this potato? I want to go to the bathroom.” Nur's voice sounded like he was holding back something that was about to come out of his body.

“Go. I will do it,” replied Ivy who received the frying device from Nur's hand. The middle-aged woman immediately rushed towards the bathroom that was inside the room.

For a few minutes, Ivy flipped through slices of potatoes that had been submerged in cooking oil. His mind and hands did not work in rhythm.

Could it be Nur who did it?But for what reason did he tear up my design? The woman never asked me about my work. Could it be Kenan? It also seems impossible....

The arrival of Cansu and Mehmet makes Ivy forget the incident that happened this morning. This woman was indeed not talented to investigate anything. He forgets but that does not mean erasing all his memories.

“Because everyone has gathered here, I want to say something to all of you,” Mehmet said as all the residents of the apartment have sat down to fill the dining room.

The dark-skinned bald man invited Cansu to stand up. The man took out a blue card and gave it to Kenan who was sitting next to him. While Cansu looks timidly standing next to her lover.

When Kenan showed the card to Ivy and opened it, Mehmet said, “It was my wedding invitation card with Cansu. We'll be married in two weeks.”

“Ka..you will get married?” Kenan scrunched his forehead staring at the two people standing beside him. Three seconds later, his eyes turned to Ivy. “We will also get married.”

“Next week...”.

Mehmet laughed at Kenan. “You and Ivy have only been traveling for two days, but have already directly invited her to marry.”

“At least my relationship and Ivy are longer. You alone, have only been dating for a few months already dare to invite your lover to marry. Have you managed to conquer the heart of the landlady?” kenan immediately made everyone laugh.

He still remembers how shabby his best friend's face was when they met last time in the apartment.

“Who is my landlady?” ask Cansu to Mehmet.

“Dia is...” Kenan immediately stopped his words after Mehmet nudged his elbow.

But Aaron's son could not hide his laughter, seeing the faces of Cansu and Mehmet, just as a police officer was interrogating a thief.

“Mother Sophia,” chirped Deniz suddenly, who immediately greeted glaring eyes from Kenan and Mehmet. Now the boy's face looks wrong. “Why are you all looking at me? Doesn't that mean mother?"

Now Cansu's face looked towards Mehmet. The woman straightened her lover's ear while laughing. “I didn't think you would call my mother that nickname.”

“It wasn't me who gave that nickname. But he...” Mehmet pointed at Kenan. Aaron's son laughed more and more at Cansu's oppression of his friend.

“Cansu, don't mind these two men! They'll get even crazier if they get together.” Ivy's words caused Cansu to release his hand from Mehmet's ear.

“It is precisely because of that we need women,” said Kenan.

Ivy quickly grabbed Kenan's head. The man screamed and rubbed his head. The atmosphere of the dining room sounded frenzied filled with laughter.

“But I also want to know if your mother has already approved of your relationship?” Ivy rounded her bead and propped up her chin getting ready to listen to Cansu's story.

“Cansu! If your mother doesn't approve, just call me!” exclaimed Nur with a spatula swing in his hand.

The atmosphere of the dining room was suddenly silent, as Cansu started to let out his voice.

“You were right, Kenan. My mother gave me her blessing, but on the condition that Mehmet give a few percent stake in Istanbul Cafe to my mother. As if my mother had sold me.”

“Sophia, you snake woman! For your own biological daughter you count!” furious Nur who hit his spatula on the table, made the cooking tool made of wood was broken into two parts.

Deniz who was sitting next to the puffed-up woman instantly covered both of her earlobes. Nur's punching sound shocked him.

“And you agree to Sophia's request?” Kenan aimed his eyes at Mehmet's eye seeds. Just as he expected, the bald man nodded his head.

“Oh shit!” yup, Kenan rubbed his face. "I can't believe it!"

“You how else? I love his daughter. If you were me.., surely you would do the same,” Mehmet said in response to Kenan's attitude.

“How unlucky is the fate of the two daughters of Eleanor,” muttered Kenan with her head bobble.

Ivy was silent in response to his stepbrother's story, not surprised that his stepmother would do so. Perhaps if she married Ferit, Sophia would also ask for her share in Kozan's company. At least the fate of Cansu is more fortunate, Sophia does not force her biological daughter to marry a rich widower or a rich man as ruthless as Ferit.

“Why don't we do our wedding on the same date?” ask Kenan to everyone.

“I think that's a good idea, besides I haven't done any preparation.” Ivy nodded her head.

“You don't matter?” Mehmet turned his face to Cansu.

“I also agree. I'm here to ask Ivy to sew my wedding dress.”

“Do you seriously want to wear my draft dress?” Cansu's words just made Ivy's confidence increase.

“Of course. I don't want to rent, so I can keep my wedding dress and remember every memory of my wedding. I can also help promote your design to my office friends,” replied Cansu with her body gesture.

“Thank you, Cansu.” Ivy immediately invited his stepbrother into his study to measure the woman's body.

“Let the two men do their madness.”

"We're not crazy, honey. We just need love" Kenan replies after Ivy leaves.

Everyone laughs at Kenan, but not Deniz. The boy just patted his own forehead and shook his head.

If I grow up, I don't want to be one of them....

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