Give Me Your Hand's

Kenan and Ivy's Wedding Schedule

“What did you say just now, huh? Ivy is getting married?” Ferrite laughed out loud at Sophia's words. He did not believe that his future wife would marry another man. “You don't joke!”

“If I was joking, I wouldn't call you!”

The phone connection was also cut off.

“Sophia! Hey, Sophia!” shouted Ferrite furiously.

Not yet had time to put down his phone, the sound of the piano clang sounded once. The man opened his phone again and read a short message sent by Sophia.

Call me, if you've prepared the transfer file.

“Basic old woman don't know herself!” shouted Ferrite who immediately threw his phone on the bed. The man's anger peaked again until his face turned red.

“You think who you are, can rule a Kozan Ferrite!”

This time the target board hanging on one of the walls of his room became an outlet of his anger. He violently smashed his fist at the immovable object. The board made of circular wooden sheets was split irregularly into pieces and fell on the floor.

With his hunting breath like a tiger chasing its prey and his burning bead holding back his rage, he contacted Hasan.

The long continuous tone made him rise more and more. Now not the drowsiness that he felt at this time, instead he wanted to swallow his men alive.

“Halo.” There was the sound of Hasan writhing on his bed and then he yawned right in front of his phone.

“Oh, so this is your job every day! Basic useless!” squeak Ferrite with sarcasm.

“Tu...Master Ferrite? You... have you gone home?”

“You think I'm on my honeymoon in Paris, huh! Hurry to my house now! If in ten minutes you don't come, I'll kick you out!” screamed Ferrite in his room.

Hasan immediately grabbed the blanket that wrapped himself like a cocoon. The man only dared to curse and curse Ferrit in his heart. He immediately picked up a long brown coat hanging behind the bedroom door. As fast as lightning he drove his vehicle towards Ferit's house.

Late at midnight, Hasan arrived in front of a luxury home in the West Istanbul area. He saw the figure of the long-haired man standing on the balcony of his room. The sharp brown eye bead was like the eyes of an owl that was ready to pounce on him at any moment.

Hasan hastily entered the house. The sound of his footsteps crept up one by one the stairs that would lead him to Ferrite's room.

“Ckck.... ckck... ckck... As scared as you are to me, Hasan?” Ferrite shook his head after the crooked-nosed man entered his room. Put both hands into the pocket of training pants blue dongker.

Hasan continued to pay attention to Ferit who was still clucking and shook his head.

What's on his mind? I've lost my night's sleep hours just to come here. Can't he wait for tomorrow?

Two seconds later, Hasan realized that he had not changed his sleepwear. Now the black bokser pants and the white t-shirt are still attached to his body, hiding behind his long coat.

“Did you get any news about Ivy?” ask Ferrite. His hands never came out of his pants pocket as he walked closer to Hasan.

The flap-haired man who was still standing in the doorway gradually rewinded his steps, realizing that a threat was in front of him at this moment.

“Not yet, Mister,” replied Hasan who immediately made his face float hit by a Ferrite blow. A purplish-red hue was instantly painted on his left face.

The owner of the white T-shirt pulled and threw the slender body onto the sofa. But a lump of body did not fall right on the sofa but on the edge and then fell to the floor, making Ferrite easily kick his knees and stomach.

“It turns out that I kept all this time was a dumb ass!” Ferrite gripped Hasan's shirt and made him stand up.

“For a month I gave you time to look for Ivy, but you wasted my patience! Because of your inaction, my Ivy will marry another man!” shouted Ferrite who sent back his hand to Hasan.

Even already the purplish red hue that adorns the face of the crooked-nosed man.

“Me...married? The fucking mechanic's dead, with... Miss Ivy... will you get married? The news.. must be a lie, Mr.”

Ferrite laughed out loud at Hasan's stammering tone of voice, between his angry voice and his thundering laughter were not much different.

“That damn thing's still alive! That mechanic even dared to fight me for the Mandellion project tender! And you think I'm storytelling for you, huh?”

Amidst his battered face and his fallen body falling down, Hasan tried to get up on his feet by holding the foot of the table.

“Then what should I do? Kidnap Miss Ivy? Thwarting their marriage? Or kill that damn mechanic?”

The brown eye bead immediately glared at him. The voice of intimidation that scorned him was again heard.

“You are stupid or what? Once a fool stay stupid!” squealed Ferrite who pointed his own temple before Hasan.

“Find out where the company Falea is! The small company must be in a shop or apartment, they will not be able to make a tall building like the Kozan Company!” command Ferrite.

“Good, Mr.”

“I'll follow them."

Two days later, Sophia entered a cafe located in the suburbs of Istanbul. He put his long coat on the back of the chair. Drawn one of the four chairs that surround the wooden table with natural fibers that are still visible.

A cafe waitress in her maroon uniform approached her and gave Sophia a menu book. The middle-aged woman opened page by page.

“You just serve me a cup of Ointment, I'm still waiting for someone,” Sophia told the cafe waiter.

“Good, Mistress.” The cafe waiter took back the menu book on the table and set foot into the kitchen located behind the cafe.

While waiting for her drink order to arrive, Sophia picked up her phone and was about to contact Ferit. But the man did not pick up his phone.

He's not playing me!

Sophia looked nervous and agitated. He continued to observe the highway ahead and his watch alternated. His left finger kept tapping on the table, until a cafe waiter came and stopped the activity.

“This Ointment is for you, Madam.” The waiter placed a ceramic cup with a small plate on the table. The scent of orchids, milk and cinnamon coming from a cup of ointment tickled Sophia's nose.

"Thank you." The middle-aged woman smiled wryly by nodding her head to the cafe maid who still looked very young.

After the waiter died, enter a black luxury car into the cafe courtyard.

The two corners of the red lips were raised upwards after Ferrite opened the glass door that became the separation between the inner space and the open space outside.

Sophia's eye bead is like a walking camera that is looking for a document or file that she has been looking for so far. The red-haired woman immediately sipped her warm drink as Ferit walked up to her desk by narrowing a map on her left hand.

“This’ what you asked for, Lady Sophia Eleanor!” ferrit throws a green paper map in front of the wife of the late Victor Eleanor.

“Sit down first, Ferrite. I'll order you a warm drink.” Sophia pointed at the chair in front of her with her palm open.

“I don't have time to drink with you,” refute Ferit while pulling a wooden chair with a round pad on the seat. With a slight tilt of her body position, she sat facing Sophia.

“Ferrite... Ferrite.., I know you're actually a good man. That is why, I used to support you when my late husband betrothed you to Ivy,” Sophia said.

“Then? Then now?” The man raised one of his eyebrows and stared intently at Sophia.

“Of course I still support you. My stepdaughter is a fool! Leaving you at the wedding altar for a ship mechanic,” Sophia said. The red lips looked conical like a young girl sulking.

Ferrite clenched his palm on the table, as soon as he heard Sophia's words. The middle-aged woman had reminded of Ivy's behavior that embarrassed her.

You snake woman! You think I'm an old man who's interested in hearing your compliments!

“Where is the wedding and when?” ferit asked with his eyes looking at Sophia's hand that had opened the green map.

Sophia's mouth gaped after she read the writing on the paper. In the document it is explained that Ferit has transferred ten percent of its shares in the Kozan Company to him.

My old age will not lack. Ten percent of Istanbul Cafe and ten percent of Kozan Company.

“I'll say it. Ivy and Cansu are getting married at the same place and date. They are getting married in Istanbul Cafe. The show next week at ten in the morning,” replied Sophia who immediately affixed her signature.

Ferrite rose to his feet and folded the document paper at the top into half a page.

“Sign also this part, for the copy.”

Sophia quickly re-signed her signature on the second page of the stock transfer document.

“Oke, we're even. I go first,” said Ferit who immediately took the green map and stood up.

“When can I get my share ownership certificate?” Sophia also moved out of her chair.

“You just wait, I'll let you know.”

A smile expands from Ferrite's brown lips. The man walked towards the door of the cafe while waving the map he had in his hand towards Sophia.

From inside his car, Ferrite looked at Sophia who had just walked out of the cafe. He threw the green map next to his steering chair and pulled his car out of the cafe courtyard.

Just wait for news from me until the world comes to an end, Sophia....

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