Give Me Your Hand's

Owner of Puzulla Company Is....

It didn't take long for Ivy to reassemble the paper. After everything had been arranged in place, he glued the pieces of paper together with tape. Now the letter has been perfectly formed, even with its fillings everywhere.

The brown-eyed bead opened wide as he read the sentence after sentence written there.

It turns out that Puzulla accepted my design. But to..why is this letter torn? Who could do that?

Ivy came out of her study with a letter from Puzulla. He spread his gaze looking for Kenan. He could not wait to tell this good news to his girlfriend.

He searches for the man in his room, but the dark brown-haired woman sees only Deniz doing his schoolwork.

“Did you see Kenan?” Ivy asked his sister.

Deniz raised his head. He saw his brother standing in the doorway. “She was in the kitchen with Nur.”

Ivy immediately rushed towards the multifunctional room that Deniz was referring to. Actually in his apartment does not have a special kitchen space. Cooking is done behind the dining table. There are only two electric stoves, a dishwasher and a smoke inhaler placed on the stove.

As Ivy approached the room, he heard Kenan and Nur's voice talking about something. The slender body immediately hid behind a wall made of ice glass, when he heard Kenan's question. The glass wall was not translucent, neither Ivy nor Kenan could see each other.

“Nur, I want to ask you something,” said Kenan who was standing near the dishwasher.

“You want to ask about what?” Nur answered the question with his question as well. Now he took a striped sheet of cloth to dry the tableware that had been cleaned.

“This incident is long ago. I just wanted to make sure. What was it last week, after Ivy and I came home from Paris, that you were dumping trash in the study?” kenan asked carefully, but the question was still audible to Ivy.

“Junk? Did you throw away anything important?” asked Nur without seeing Kenan's face. The woman was busy putting her cutlery in the closet.

“No... it doesn't matter. It was just a letter that I had torn, but the next day I saw the trash was empty. Maybe you..”.

Nur cut out Kenan's words. “You accuse me that I took your paper?”

Kenan showed both palms to Nur. With his body gesture, he tried to make Nur not to misunderstand.

“No, I mean to accuse you. I was hoping you'd throw that paper away.”

Nur immediately scrunched his forehead after hearing Kenan's words.

“Unfortunately I didn't throw it away. Every morning Ivy cleans this apartment and takes out all the trash. I'm just cooking and washing your clothes all.”

“I..Ivy?” The dark gray eye bead was as if it was about to come out when it heard Nur's words.

Instantly, Kenan's face suddenly turned deathly pale as soon as he saw Nur's nod of the head.

Kenan closed both of his beads and stomped the base of his nose. Imagine Ivy's reaction when her lover finds a letter from Puzulla.

“Yes, may Ivy never find the letter. I've deleted all the emails from Puzulla. Where should I find that letter? I should have burned it outside,” muttered Kenan who leaned her hand against the wall of ice glass.

Unbeknownst to Kenan, Ivy overhears his conversation and mutters. The young woman immediately saved a letter from Puzulla that she would show Kenan. The clear liquid slowly seeped out from the corner of his eye.

Why are you doing all this, Kenan? Why are you lying to me and hiding something from me? You think this offer letter isn't important? It's important to me and to Falaea! This should be important to you too!

With her heart broken, Ivy ran and locked herself inside the room. The clear liquid was like a flowing stream drenching his face. Both of his shoulders seemed to tremble as he tightly hugged his pillow. Now the letter was back into a piece of shabby paper in his hand.

He thought there was hope when he showed Kenan the offer. The man will surely be happy and happy to see the results of the hard work they have done have paid off. But it turns out he was wrong, everything disappeared. His hope went following the flow of water that came out from the corner of his eyes. It was Kenan who had crushed all that hope.

The sound of knocking on the door made Ivy wipe her tears and hide the letter under the pillow. He pulled his pink blanket over his neck and closed his eyes.

“Ivy...,” call Kenan behind the door. But the young woman did not answer his call.

The door of the room opened, and Kenan saw Ivy lying on his back. The footsteps walked wide near the bed that had been filled with a body wrapped in a cocoon.

Kenan's hand seemed hesitant to caress Ivy's hair, his heart raging incoherently at this time.

If I ask about that paper tear, Ivy will definitely ask back. What paper tear is that? What answer should I say? Oh, my God, what should I do? Should I assume that the paper never existed. Yeah, I'm not gonna bring up that paper.

Kenan chooses to sit next to Ivy, he extends his hand to caress her long hair. The slightly wavy long hair at the end felt like a silk cloth filling the sidelines. The slender body did not move a bit from its position.

“Do you get sick, honey?” asked Kenan who softened his voice near Ivy's ear. His palms did not stop wiping his forehead and his lover's hair.

There was no reply from the interlocutor, it was like talking to himself at this moment. Kenan exhaled deeply then leaned over to look at Ivy's face. He saw that the eyelids had been closed hiding the green light.

“It turns out you're asleep. All right, I'm not gonna bother you. Have a good night, my dear. I love you.” whispered Kenan then kissed Ivy's temple with her lips pressed. His heart was heavy leaving the room. He wants to talk, but I don't know where to start.

Ivy, who had been pretending to be asleep, felt the thin, short feathers tickle her skin, but her aching heart overcame her longing to reciprocate the man's words and treatment.

Do you really love me, Kenan? But why are you lying to me? Why are you hiding something from me when we're getting married?

I'm sorry, honey….

Only three words emerged from his heart accompanying the closed wooden door that separated him from Ivy.

Kenan placed both his hands behind his own neck, raised his face up and closed both of his eyelids under the ceiling. Walking back and forth in front of Ivy's room until he finally decided to tell Ivy the truth the next day.

“Where's my sister?” deniz asked as the boy only saw Kenan and Nur sitting on the dining chair. “Has she eaten?”

“Your brother is asleep,” replied Kenan as he scooped up his food and put it in his mouth.

“Not usually. Usually he always sleeps at night.” Deniz looked at the sky in front of him which was still reddish in color.

“Maybe she was tired of making two wedding dresses at once,” said Nur who saw Deniz still did not eat his food.

“Eat, I'll save this food for your brother.”

It was very late when Ivy tried to open his eyelids that felt heavy. He looked around him that had turned dark. The room lights are out. Only a sweep of the moonlight that entered formed a straight line illuminated one of the walls of his room and the snoring sound of Nur filling the void tonight.

“What time is it? Oh..., it turns out I really fell asleep,” he muttered slowly.

Ivy sat herself on the bed. Take his pillow and put it on his lap.

Both of his hands were bent to support his chin. In his mind still wanders the name of Puzulla which always makes him wonder. He closed his eyelids for a moment to remember the events behind him.

“Mehmet!” he suddenly recalled that the man once said Puzulla's name to him, but he forgot what Cansu's lover said the company's name for.

Slowly Ivy got up from her bed. He turned his gaze to look at the face of Nur who was still lying down with his mouth open. He took his phone on a minimalist nightstand next to his bed. With a sneak he walked towards the bathroom in front of him.

His fingers moved nimblely sliding the phone screen. Look for the letter M on his contact name list and then swipe the screen up to look for Mehmet's name.

Well this is meeting. It's twelve o'clock in the evening, is Mehmet asleep? I'll try it, if the tone stops, I won't call her again.

The continuous tone rang several times, he soaked his dry lips before starting his conversation. Her eyes revolved around the corner of her bathroom.

“Halo.”

The thin lips expanded after he heard the voice of a man from the end of his phone.

“Halo, Mehmet,” saya Ivy. He folded one of his hands in front of his chest.

“Ivy?”

“Mehmet, sorry I called you at midnight like this. I... I want to ask you something.”

“That's okay, I also just got home from the cafe. What's up?”

Ivy looked a little hesitant, but finally she asked Mehmet for his heart. “Have you heard of a company called Puzulla?”

“Puzulla? The company belongs to Hazal Aksal, formerly named as Kenan.”'s Fallay

That super-light explanation was like a lightning bolt that struck Ivy's heart. The rumbling in his heart happened again and he was unable to hold back the water droplets spilling on his face. His heart was tightened after learning the reason why Kenan had ripped up the letter and deleted the email from the company.

“Ha... Hazal ex-wife Ke...Kenan?”

"Yes, are you crying? Has Kenan not told you?”

“Ti... no, I did not cry,” said Hazal who lied. He rubbed both of his eyelids and set his tone as usual. “Can I ask you for help?”

“Tell me.”

“Don't tell Kenan that.. if I... ask about Puzulla to you.” No matter how Ivy tried to hide his feelings, his sobbing, trembling voice could not lie to Mehmet's hearing.

"You don't worry. Rest up. It's late at night.”

“Good. Thanks, Mehmet.”

After closing her phone, Ivy's body slumped against the bathroom wall. The ceramic wall was like a skateboard that dropped its body to the floor in a sitting position. In that little room he poured out all his sorrow.

That's why you're avoiding him, because it turns out you still haven't forgotten him. You still remember it in your mind and in your heart. Then where is my position, Kenan?

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