Give Me Your Hand's

Don't Take Him From Me

“Let's get out of here!” hasan commanded by swinging one of his hands to two of his men.

For a few seconds, the crooked-nosed man saw the mess he had made. With his smile revealing his row of teeth and his retreated footsteps in order, Hasan and his men left the apartment.

“Bos, how about that woman?” asked one of Hasan's men when the three of them were in the elevator.

The man named Hasan rubbed his nose and exhaled in front of one of the elevator walls.

“We will be back to this place! Before the wedding, we have to get the woman!”

Three pairs of shoes go hand in hand. The footwear creaked when it came into contact with the granite floor with its geometric pattern. The combination of three shades of brown with a gradation of light, medium, and dark brown colors ushered in their journey to the automatically opened glass door.

“Bos, why didn't you contact Mr Ferrit and say that the woman wasn't here?” The short-bodied man asked Hasan as their feet went down several steps that would lead him to the front yard.

"You want to die, huh! He had enough of beating me up that time! I'll call her, if the woman has

be in my hands!” Hasan showed his fists to his men. He already had his own plans for Ferrite and Ivy.

As the sun rose high leaving the contest, several sets of monochrome clouds gathered around the sun. The yellowish-green leaves and colorful petals screamed as the wind that came from nowhere tried to rob them of their lives. It is undeniable that the flow of air makes them fall each other like a fighter on the battlefield.

The situation is different from the traffic around the apartment highway. Dozens of four-wheeled vehicles were moving like a female cat about to give birth. From the direction of the right lane, a green Jeep army car was slowly passing through the Falea office apartment building. At first glance, the black-eyed bead saw Hasan coming out of the courtyard of the building towards the parking lot of his car.

“Did I not see wrong? Isn't that Hasan? That crooked nose?” murmured Mehmet who tried to look back at Hasan from the reflection of his rearview mirror. He was unable to stop or pull over his car, as the other driver behind him had honked his horn.

“What is he doing there?” mumbling again.

Mehmet immediately reached into his pants pocket and picked up his phone to contact Kenan. With one of his hands holding the steering wheel, the bald man waited for his cell phone call to be connected.

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Meanwhile, in the Eminonu area of Istanbul City pier area. Kenan still did not move from his original place. The sound of his cell phone ringing was faintly heard, blocked by the sound of the ship's horn and the crowd that was around the dock. But when his palm touched his pants pocket, there was a vibration that he felt. He saw a familiar name appear on the screen of his phone.

“What did you contact me? Did something happen to Nur and Deniz?” kenan asked after he shifted the green button on his phone screen.

“They're safe in my apartment. Where are you? Are you with Ivy?”

“No. Ivy in the apartment. I'm at Eminonu.” The dark gray eye bead looked at the monochrome sky with a few seagulls flying to and fro.

“Quick you're home now! I just saw Hasan come out of your apartment!”

“What did you say just now? Hasan? What about Ivy? Did you see Ivy with him?” The two eyelids immediately opened their eyes upon hearing Mehmet's words.

“I'm not so clear, I'm on the road.”

“I'll be home now!” Kenan immediately closed his phone. The black-haired man immediately ran towards his car.

Aaron's son immediately raised the speed of his car and tried to find a freeway to reach his apartment. A few minutes later, the SUV entered the front yard of the apartment. The man just left his car and hurriedly headed for the elevator door.

His patience was exhausted, when the elevator door did not open itself. He swung his steps to climb one by one the emergency stairs that led him to the fifth floor. Two to three steps straight at his voraciously, his gaze immediately directed once he had reached the fifth floor.

From a distance, Kenan saw that the door of his apartment in the corner of the corridor had opened. The man immediately ran and found the wooden door had been broken. His eyes saw the state of his apartment looked chaotic. It was full of glass fragments and big and small things were strewn across each other. Almost all furniture is rolled over and does not stand in place.

Two chairs had turned upside down, two mannequin statues wrapped in wedding dresses laid on the floor, the glass cabinet with a height of about two meters runs out without leaving the iron skeleton. Laptops and other equipment are scattered in every corner of the room.

“Hasan!” shouted Kenan with rage and fists of his hands.

He opened his storage room and saw the scrolls tumbling and overlapping on the floor. Some of them have become torn pieces of patchwork.

Opening his room and Ivy's room, the state of the room was not much different from the other two rooms. They rolled up the mattress and tore off the pillow that was there.

Make the feathers of the goose scattered everywhere like a chicken coop. Only the remaining wardrobe made of teak wood still stood firm, after the dead thing witnessed all the chaos that occurred around it.

His eyes began to turn red, pulling all his black hair back when he could not find Ivy anywhere.

As Kenan was about to sit himself on a mattress that had been rolled over and out of his wooden frame, he saw a black sheet of cloth wedged on a closet door.

The man approached the closet door with his twin closed door leaves, crouching on the end of the black cloth.

“This fabric, like clothes.. that Ivy.” wears The gray-eyed bead stared at the black fabric nanar and the tightly shut closet door leaf.

Her heart's voice was so simple that Ivy was inside and the other voice said Ivy wasn't there.

Kenan tried to pull the knob of the closet, but the door was locked. He stood up and in turn the key that was attached in his house. When the brown door managed to open, a look of horror spread all over his face and muscular body.

“Ivy...” The sound of sadness slid out from his lips.

The teak closet seemed to fall on him when he saw Ivy's helplessly bent body inside. The eyelids had covered his favorite green eye bead. Fear and regret mixed into one pervaded his soul.

Aaron's son immediately pulled Ivy out of the closet. He put Ivy's head on his lap. Touching the oval face that seemed to be motionless, the face still felt warm. Without realizing it, a single tear fell on Ivy's nose.

“Ivy..., please don't go.. don't leave me...” Kenan wiped away the clear liquid flowing from his reddened eye bead.

“Wake, Dear. Wake up…. Open your eyes…. Build.”

“I..ini me. Your kenan has come. Please wake up.., don't scare me.”

“Don't make me lose again…. Twice I have lost a significant woman in my life. This time, don't make him leave me..”.

“I promise..., I... I. will not scold you. I'm not. I'm gonna heal anything. I'm not leaving you alone anymore, honey. I promise you.. I promise.. but please get up...”.

While cursing himself, he clutched the slender body in his arms and glued his face to Ivy's face. How many words of regret and apology came out from his lips unable to make the green eye bead shine again.

“Ivy..!” kenan screams with his beautiful voice.

Ivy's smile slowly faded from within his mind. Her dream of living with that woman was gone. He still hoped that the miracle would still be there and approached him at this moment. Taking Ivy's hand that had drooped on his lap, he wiped his tears with the woman's palm.

Is there hope for him now? Can Kenan re-knit his dream with Ivy?

No regrets come in the beginning....

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