Give Me Your Hand's

The Falaea Apartment

After making his apartment dining room a battleground, Kenan leaves Ivy alone there. The man got out with his car around Istanbul. He has no purpose at the moment. The four wheels of his car just roll following the direction of traffic that somehow takes him where.

His heart is still raging. Hit the steering wheel repeatedly, inanimate objects in the shape of a circle can only resigned to the wrath of his master. Without realizing it, a drop of her tears suddenly flowed out.

What's the point of this relationship, Ivy? If you don't trust me one bit! Not the smart and beautiful woman I wanted. I only want a woman who can understand and understand me!

The vehicle stopped in the Eminonu area, an area near the pier. The man got out of his car. The winter breeze blew away some of his thick black hair. Without a coat, he came straight out of his house. His muscular body tried to defend against the attacks of the winter wind and sea breeze simultaneously.

The son of Aaron only stood with his two circular palms holding a guardrail between the land and the waters that were there. Waves of broken seawater and the Turkish flag fluttering at the end of the ship filled his eye bead at this moment. The sound of the crowd coming from the group of people and the sound of the horn of the ship as if not entered into his sense of hearing.

The events of a few minutes ago were still in his mind. The sound of Ivy's screams and the melt of the woman's tears made Kenan close his eyelids.

I asked her to understand me, but I never told her what my anxiety was and what I felt. But his own fault, he didn't ask me either!

“Do you think I'm a psychic who can know your heart?” There was the voice of an old woman talking to her husband.

The two elderly men were talking behind Kenan's back. The old woman's question made her slap. It was as if they were talking about him right now.

“Of course me and Ivy are not psychic!” yelled Kenan who was speaking in front of a large ship that was about to lean himself on the edge of the pier.

His desire to calm himself was disturbed by the presence of an elderly couple.

The old man immediately approached Kenan and patted his shoulder firmly. “Hey, young man! My wife is talking to me. Not with you!”

“I'm not talking to you either, but I'm talking to that ship!” reply Kenan with a tone of voice that is no less high than the old man.

“Basic young people don't know manners! I'm talking, you're talking too!” screeched the old man while snorting in front of Kenan. It felt like he hit Kenan's forehead with his iron stick.

“You spoke, but I didn't answer. Isn't that much more disrespectful, Old Man?” Kenan's chaotic heart, increasingly chaotic with the presence of the old man.

“Basic of young people today! Don't know thank you and appreciate older people!” nagging the old man who then stayed away from Kenan. There was only the sound of coughing that accompanied her footsteps that were hobbling.

The old woman who had been standing behind her husband advanced her steps and patted Kenan on the shoulder. The young man immediately turned his gaze to a white-haired woman, with his medium stature. His facial skin was thin and looked wrinkled everywhere. Spotted black stains with a wide shape, adorning the dry skin of his hands.

“Since I've noticed, you've been looking at the ocean. If you're having trouble with your wife, go home. Women do not need a muscular man to accompany her. Later after old age, you will also become like her,” said the old woman as she pointed at her hunchbacked husband and walked using her three-legged iron rod.

Kenan seemed to notice the old man who had been reprimanding him, now the old man had been about three meters from where he was standing. The bead of his eyes caught the old body figure and looked weak, but the old man's voice was like thunder booming as he scolded him.

“All the women are... same as me. I just need honesty from my husband. He was always hiding something. Starting from his retirement money to his stomach needs,” said the old woman who seemed to talk to herself.

The old eye was looking at the rolling waves and then broke in the middle.

“He blamed me, because I didn't prepare his favorite meal. If you were me, would you know if he hadn't told you! How do I know if this morning he wants to eat a sandwich? He thought I was a fortune teller! What good is a mouth that sticks to his face? Is it just a decoration?” The old woman poured out her heart to Kenan about the character of her husband.

For the second time Kenan seemed to be slapped as soon as he heard the old woman's words.

The woman was relieved, because there was someone who would listen to her grievances.

But Aaron's son was stunned to look at the eyelids that had wrinkled and a pair of beads that looked clear.

Of the many people who are here, somehow I even met this old married couple.

“Young people, go home. Who knows your wife is crying alone in the room, she needs your arms and is waiting for you to come home.” The old woman continued to follow her husband.

The tail of Kenan's eyes accompanied the footsteps of the old woman who had been far away from him. A person he did not know before, had spoken at length about his household life.

The young man again enjoyed the view of the ocean in his eyes. Just as the blue of the sky stretched without limits, then no one knew the boundary of the ocean that lay before him. No one can dive into the content and heart of the human mind other than the man himself and his creator.

For almost an hour Kenan did not move from where he stood. He has not yet decided to return to his apartment.

He still maintained his ego to remain in this place, under the pretext that he said, "Ivy must also want tranquility."

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Meanwhile at the Falaea Apartment, Ivy who had been sitting on the dining room floor slowly wiped the clear lumeran that soaked her face and neck. The four wooden legs that were in front of him helped him to get up on his feet.

He realized he was alone in the apartment. Full of emptiness and emptiness that he felt, both in his heart and around him.

His hand picked up the blue map and a check sheet that had fallen near the dishwasher. One breath was heard when he saw the puddle of water just wetting the back of the map.

Minute by minute walking, after locking the door of his apartment, now the slim body was standing under the light of the lights in his study.

My efforts have turned out to be in vain. What else do I have to defend? Because of my stupidity, I have lost the man I love. There's no point in me crying, Kenan won't come back….

Her palm circled around the mannequin statue that was wrapped in a wedding dress. Her fingers were on the back of the white dress. His hand was about to strip her of her bridal clothes, but the sound of the bell made her stop.

“Kenan? You back?” muttered.

The green-eyed bead seemed to enlarge and glow instantly. Victor's daughter went straight out of her study to the apartment door. He wanted to open the door he had originally locked and welcome Kenan.

But his steps stopped instantly, when his tail caught several human figures recorded on the surveillance camera monitor. Three men stood at the door of his apartment. One of the men pushed back the bell.

“Hasan?” Ivy's face instantly turned pale like a corpse, when he recognized one of them.

“Ba... how could he... he be able to find this place?”

Now it is no longer the sound of the bell that is heard, but the sound of the pounding and breaking the door that is forced by someone who is outside.

Hasan struck the wooden door with his fist. Ivy ran to the door. Originally the young woman just locked it with a key, now she locks it with three slop latch.

When they occupied this place, Kenan had made three deadbolt keys that were at the top, middle and bottom of the door.

This time Hasan kicked the door from the outside. The upper iron clasp almost slipped off. But the door made of teak wood was still standing.

With his kick, Hasan managed to release the upper latch. The iron thing fell on the floor.

Meanwhile inside the apartment, Ivy looked around. He was looking for a place to escape or hide. His eyes stared at the glass wall in his dining room. The large glass wall he could use to escape, but he did not have the guts to do freefall from a height of five floors.

The clinking sound was heard again, this time the middle latch had been removed from the hook. Ivy's defense is just waiting for the lower latch and the door will open soon.

In a state of panic and fear running through his body, he looked for a hiding place in his room. Without thinking much, Ivy stuffed herself in the wardrobe.

Just as the young woman was hiding, Hasan and two of his men managed to break down the apartment door. Three pairs of feet clad in sneakers entered the room.

“It turns out to be true, this is their hiding place,” Hasan muttered as he picked up a small frame that was on top of the living room corner table. The pigura contains a photo of Kenan, Ivy, Nur and Deniz gathered together like a family photo. The two corners of the lips were raised upwards.

“Quick find that woman!” Hasan gave orders to his men and then he put the small frame down, making the display closed.

Three uninvited guests entered each room. Starting from the fabric storage room, workspace, Kenan room to Ivy room. The sound of footsteps made Ivy close his nose and mouth. The dark and narrow space made Ivy's fear and panic grow.

Oh my God, help me. Don't let them find me and take me to Ferit's.

Hasan's eyes were fixed on the wardrobe made of teak wood. The closet consists of four doors. The crooked-nosed man opened the door to the left, he saw a pile of women's clothes inside. Then he continued to open the middle door. The door consists of two twin doors. His eyes were fixed on the row of women's clothes hanging completely there.

Black clothes worn Ivy, room lights that go out, plus cloudy and dark weather. Hasan is unaware of Ivy's presence. The young woman wrapped her face and body in Nur's long clothes, making the flexed slender body invisible.

His ten fingers covered his oval face, as Hasan flipped through the rows of women's clothes hanging on a horizontal iron hanger.

Ivy's heart was beating very fast, if only the internal organs could jump, then he would come out of his body to find a quiet place. The details of her tears are now replaced with sweat droplets that wet the delicate skin of Ivy.

Ivy's breath seemed to be stuck in his throat, when he heard a click coming from outside. Hasan locked the closet door.

There was no beam of light coming in and no air voids making him breathable. The footsteps grew further away from Ivy's hideout.

“Bos, did we just break her wedding dress? The woman will not be able to get married without a wedding dress,” said one of them when he saw Hasan had entered the workspace.

“Stupid! Without the wedding dress, they would still get married! Find that woman bye!” Hasan circled the workspace. Open every drawer and closet there. Throw all the stuff on the floor.

“That woman doesn't exist, Boss!” exclaim another Hasan's men. Now the three of them are gathered in the study. “This apartment is empty!.”

Hasan's eye bead moved along with the movement of his head that stretched his neck muscles to the left and right. The man bent his fingers until a clamoring sound was heard. He felt futile coming to this place, unable to find Ivy.

In his rage the crooked-nosed man ordered his men, “Destroy this place, make it as if a thief is coming!”

The three of them turned over the sofa, chairs and dropped all the items on the table.

The noise was heard to Ivy's ears. The woman's running out of oxygen. His breathing began to pant along with his increasingly splashing sweat. His body had felt weak, his head felt dizzy, his vision was getting more and more blurred and dark.

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