Give Me Your Hand's

A Dilemma

Actually for Ivy, this is a dilemma. All night long he just flipped his body on the bed. Thinking of Mehmet's words, Kenan's feelings and the offers given by the Puzulla Company.

Will he step down or accept the only company that will cooperate with Falaea? It was difficult for him to choose, but he had to choose, because today was the last day he gave an answer to the big company.

At seven in the morning, Ivy was completely awake. A small light from the basin began to be seen. He directed his gaze to the side, looking for the figure of a puffed-up woman who always sounded the sound of her locomotive. The bed next to him looked empty and neat.

Sitting on the bed, Ivy picked up a letter from Puzulla that he had placed under a pillow last night. The few sentences printed on the paper were re-engraved in his mind, he did not see the signature and the name Hazal Aksal was on the bottom of the letter.

Maybe that woman doesn't know that Falaea is my company and Kenan's. At that time I only registered my name and Falaea. Perhaps by taking this cooperation, I can save Falaea from bankruptcy.

Ivy put a pair of her feet on the ceramic floor. Quickly the cold aura was replaced with warmth after he lit the warm water flowing from his shower hole.

After cleaning herself and tidying up her room, Ivy picked up a black mini dress from inside her wardrobe. Wrapping both feet with a pair of high-heeled boots with matching colored knees.

He took his long, creamy coat and his handbag. When he stepped out, the first thing he saw was Kenan's bedroom door. The wooden door next to his room was still closed.

Ivy immediately moved into the workspace. He opened a drawer under Kenan's desk. The stamp of the Falea Company.

“Where are you going so early?” tanya Nur who saw Ivy was dressed neatly complete with her bag and shoes.

After finishing a glass of milk, only then Ivy answered Nur's question. “I have an appointment with my friend.”

“But...., don't you want to wait for Kenan? He can drive you.”

“I don't want to wake her. I'm leaving first, Nur.”

Ivy immediately retrieves the car keys hanging between her bedroom door and Kenan's room. Hurry into the elevator that will take him to the basement floor, where the SUV is located.

Ivy pulled his car out of the apartment. From behind his rearview mirror, he saw no other vehicle following him. With his normal speed and the help of his digital map, he took the four-wheeled vehicle to the Puzulla Company Building.

The city's still-desperate traffic accompanies Ivy's journey. It's too early to go to the office. But it was better for him to leave before Kenan woke up from his sleep. He steadied his heart to accept the offer of cooperation even though after this he had to face Kenan's anger.

At nine o'clock in the morning, Ivy had reached Puzulla's office located in the city center. He parked his car under a shady tree that grew in the courtyard of the tall building.

“Looks like yesterday, I didn't say the hour of my arrival to Huri. All right, I'll wait a few minutes in the car. It's still too early,” murmured as he opened the window of his car and phone.

No incoming messages or calls from Kenan. He just leaned his head to look at the ceiling of his car that was milk brown and changed the mode of his phone to silent.

After waiting for about fifteen minutes, the pair of high-heeled boots stepped inside the building. An open glass door in the middle welcomes Ivy. He circulated his gaze to look for someone who could help him meet the woman who contacted him yesterday.

His gaze fell on a brown table whose length almost touched both walls. Behind the long table there is a wall decoration made of Turkish woven cloth. The black-clothed woman swung her steps towards the table.

“Good morning,” greet Ivy to the female receptionist who just put down the handle of her phone plane.

“Good morning, Miss. Can I help you?” the officer immediately stood up to answer Ivy's greeting. Ivy can clearly see the uniform used by the woman who pulls all her hair back.

“I have an appointment with Huri. Where can I find him?”

“You can go up to the fourth floor then go straight and turn right.”

“Alright, thanks.” Ivy nodded her head and threw her smile at the female attendant.

While Ivy was looking for Huri's room, the thirty-two-year-old had just come out of the bathroom. Wrapped in a towel that covered the bottom of his body, he opened the closet and picked up his shirt and denim pants. Today she woke up a little later than usual.

Seeing Deniz's bed was uninhabited, blue sheets with anime images were scattered on each edge. The colourful blanket had been thrown on the floor like a doormat. The condition of the bed is also not much different from the condition of the Deniz bed.

The mustachioed man smiled in his room, imagining the look on Ivy's face scolding her while they were in a hotel room in Paris. He remembered how sweet the woman's face was, while he was like a little boy scolded by his mother.

“I better take Ivy somewhere to talk about a letter from Puzulla. Maybe in a cafe or a place Ivy likes," muttered Kenan after he tidied up his black hair that looked still wet.

Aaron's son stepped in to open the door of his room. He saw the door to Ivy's room still closed. His hand knocked on the wooden door slowly. Once there was no answer, twice there was no answer, until the knock went off for the third time. The wooden board still stood in place.

“Ivy...” Kenan opened the plain wooden door without carving and circulated his gaze on the empty room without occupants.

Through the tail of his eyes, Kenan catches something on Ivy's bed. A thin white object. It was as if his breath was stuck in his throat when he saw the offer letter from Puzulla was there. The sheet of paper filled with tape was now in his hands.

Ivy has found this letter….

“Ivy!” yelled Kenan straight out of his girlfriend's room.

He looked for the woman in every room. For Kenan, maybe it's time to explain everything to his lover, but it seems like it's too late....

“She's gone.” Nur said after the man came to him in the dining room.

“Per... go?”

The ceiling of the dining room seemed to fall one by one on Kenan's head after he heard Nur's words.

The offer letter just slipped out of his hand. Kenan's face turned deathly pale as soon as he found out that his lover had left.

“Kenan, are you okay?” The puffed-up woman immediately held one of Kenan's hands, as the man suddenly retreated his steps and attempted to reach the ice glass wall behind him.

Aaron's son just showed his palm as if he was about to say that he was fine.

“Do you know where Ivy went? Who did she go with? Did he bring his briefcase? Did he bring all his clothes?” Kenan's question is like a firearm bombarding an enemy's defense base.

Nur laughed a little at Kenan's panic. It seemed like the man was really afraid of losing his lover.

“What do you mean he brought his suitcase bag and his clothes? Ivy just brought her little bag and took the car keys. He just said he wanted to see his friend.”

“Temannya? Whose friend? Where did Ivy go?” Kenan shook the puffed up arm hard. The puffed up body is like a samsak glove that swings forward and back alternately.

The round face with frown lines in the corner of his eyes was terrified at Kenan's rising voice and the man's eyes were glaring at him. “A... I don't know.”

Kenan soon realized that his emotions had frightened the middle-aged woman. Luckily Nur did not have a heart attack as a result.

“I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. Me...” Kenan did not continue his words.

The man retreated his steps away from Nur then rubbed his face violently. He took back Puzulla's offer letter that was near his feet.

Where are you going, Ivy? If only I hadn't hidden this…. If only I had the courage to be honest with you....

He let his steps into his study. While waiting for Ivy's arrival, he tried to contact his girlfriend's mobile phone, but the woman did not answer his call. Kenan repeatedly calls him, but he always fails and ends up with the voice of the operator.

“Eat first. Maybe Ivy will be home soon,”, said Nur who opened a little door of Kenan's workspace.

The middle-aged woman looked at Kenan's gloomy face, the man propped up his forehead with both of his hands folded on the table. He felt sorry to see Ivy's lover.

I've never seen him this angry and worried about Ivy. Are they fighting? In a matter of days they will get married again, hopefully their problems are quickly resolved before the wedding day. I remember people saying that couples who are getting married will definitely face quarrels and quarrels. Is it really like that? Oh. I don't know I've never experienced it.

Kenan raised his head as soon as he saw the figure of Nur still standing in the doorway. He heard the words of Nur who asked him to eat, but his mind was currently thinking about Ivy's departure.

There is nothing wrong with following the advice of older people, even if they are not our parents. His stomach had started asking for rations. Hunger will only ignite his emotions. He got up from his chair and followed Nur to the dining room.

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