Give Me Your Hand's

Men of a Third Century

Two days before the wedding. Kenan, Ivy, Nur and Deniz have occupied their new apartment. Stay in the same building, but with a different floor. They chose the seventh floor, the top floor of the building.

“Ivy, wait!” yelled Kenan while pulling his girlfriend's hand when they were about to get out of the apartment lobby.

“What's up?” ask Ivy who followed Kenan's footsteps hiding behind the wall next to the elevator.

From where they were hiding, Kenan pointed his index finger towards the lobby door.

“Oh no, they come again!” Ivy hides behind Kenan's body and tightly holds the man's arm.

Kenan showed the back of his hand to Ivy, gesturing for the woman to stop talking because Hasan and his men had been standing in front of the elevator door. When the three men went inside, Kenan immediately pulled Ivy's hand to follow him into the emergency staircase.

The two pairs of legs stopped on the fifth floor, they opened the door of the emergency staircase. Kenan put his body in front of Ivy, he continued to hold the palm of his lover. The two walked slowly closer to the door of their old apartment.

It turned out that Hasan and his two men had arrived first, just as Kenan had guessed. Ferit's men come again, to find and capture Ivy. They both chose to hide behind a wall about five meters from where Hasan was standing.

“Is this the same apartment as we came to a few days ago?” hasan asked two of his men, because he did not see the FALEA sign attached to the door.

“It seems so, this apartment is in the corner,” replied the man with his short stature. He only remembered that the apartment was adjacent to a large window in the corner of the corridor.

Hasan breathed. The crooked-nosed man wanted to make sure of his gloom. Until finally he chose to press the bell button on top of his head, not break it like a few days ago.

The bells sounded at the door. A few seconds later, the reddish-brown door opened. A middle-aged woman appeared from behind the door.

“You looking for who?” ask the woman to three men who were in front of her and she did not know before.

Hasan fell silent and looked at the woman wearing her head covering and her long clothes covering both knees. He had never seen the woman and the woman before him was also not Nur, the servant of the Eleanor family.

“Where is Ivy Eleanor?” Hasan asked the woman.

“Ivy Eleanor? Who her? I've never heard of his name.” The middle-aged woman frowned and stared one by one at the face of the man in front of her.

“Mistress, you don't joke! Two days ago, we came to this place! This company Falea’?” One of Hasan's men raised one of his arms and attached the muscular limb to the door frame.

“Whose are you? I don't know who Ivy Eleanor and Falaea are! I just moved here two days ago,” replied the middle-aged woman while fixing the location of her head covering.

“It looks like the woman has moved. Let's get out of here!” Hasan moved his head towards the corridor.

Kenan and Ivy immediately attached their bodies to the wall, when Hasan and his men would pass through them. Their breaths seemed to be restrained as soon as Hasan stopped his steps.

Kenan immediately pulled Ivy's hand down, the two of them crouched down as the janitor pushed his trash bin in front of them.

“Are we going to get caught?” ivy whispered with the movement of her lips.

Kenan closed his lips with his index finger, so that Victor's daughter would not let out her voice again.

“It looks like someone is watching us,” murmured Hasan who looked around him.

“Nobody, Boss,” said Hasan's men who were short in stature. He also turned his body.

“There is only a janitor, Boss,” said his other men.

“Without you talking, my eyes can also see!” Hasan snorted in annoyance. Ferrite calls himself a fool, but his men are even more foolish than he is.

The janitor continued his steps, just as the elevator door opened. Second by second walked over, making Kenan and Ivy's heart beat fast. When the big trash that covered their bodies moved, that was when Hasan and his two men entered the transport room.

“Bos, we'll find that woman where?”

“We still have one reliable person. Tomorrow is the last day, our last chance, if you don't want to be skinned by Mr. Ferrite!” hasan exclaimed with his gaze filled with gimmicks.

The couple exhaled their breath deeply. A few seconds ago was like doomsday to them. He saw the janitor was still carrying out his duties to pick up garbage at every door of the apartment.

“Come we get off.” Kenan said while holding Ivy's hand to wait in front of the elevator door.

Without going through the front door of the lobby, Kenan and Ivy immediately continue their journey to the basement of their car park. The SUV car is speeding up splitting the traffic of Istanbul during the day.

“I will wait in the car,” Kenan said behind the steering wheel. The man was looking for a parking space inside

edifice.

“You didn't come down?” Ivy turned her face towards Kenan. He saw his lover only clenched his jaws while rewinding his car to enter the available parking area.

“Come on, we've got here.”

“I have given you permission to continue this cooperation. I think that's more than enough!” yelled Kenan while taking off his seat belt.

Ivy shook her head then tightly grasped the rough hand sitting beside her.

“I need you. I don't want to walk alone and leave you far behind. I don't want you to be just a spectator.”

Kenan stared at Ivy's bead eyes very deeply. The brown lips were still tightly closed.

“I believe in you. If if we ever meet Hazal inside, I still trust you,” continued Ivy who opened his palm in front of Kenan.

For a few seconds, Aaron's son digested Ivy's words. Eventually, he decided to get out of his fear. He closed Ivy's palm with his own palm.

The Victor princess widened the corner of her lips and said, “I'd rather be the woman behind a man's success. This stage is yours, I will always support you.”

Kenan immediately landed his lips on Ivy's forehead. “Alright, let's go see that Erhan.”

The owner of the Falaea Company walked into a magnificent tall building in the center of Istanbul. Puzulla Company Building. After Ivy contacted Huri to inquire about Erhan's whereabouts, the two headed straight for the eighth floor.

Kenan seemed to notice every corner as his pair of pantofel shoes stepped into the room on the eighth floor.

Nothing has changed, just like a year ago. Did Hazal deliberately not remodel this room? Shit! Why I think about it….

“Good day, Miss. Can we meet Mr Erhan?” Ivy asked permission from the CEO's secretary.

“Your name?” ask the secretary who wants to be ready to contact his superiors.

“Ivy Eleanor of Company Falaea,” replied Ivy.

“Wait a minute, I will contact Mr. Erhan.” The female worker invites Ivy and Kenan to sit on a circular sofa in red.

The two men had not yet landed their bodies on the sofa, but the secretary had already called them.

“Please go inside. Mr. Erhan is waiting, you.”

“Thanks, Miss.” Ivy nodded her head and smiled at the secretary. He also invited Kenan to enter the CEO's room.

“What's the CEO like? Is he young or old? Back then he didn't tease you’?” whispered Kenan with a swing of his steps accompanying Ivy's steps.

The Victor princess glared at him and pinched Kenan's stomach.

“Auw!” yelled Kenan with a voice of his stifled pain. “Why did you pinch me? I just asked.”

“You'll see it later. He's a very handsome man, dashing even younger than you. I don't know, I think my eyes are wrong to choose a man a third of a century like you,” replied Ivy who was standing at the CEO's door.

“What? A third century? Just tell me I'm old! I was thirty-two years old. Tell you what, I can still give you a child,” replied Kenan with origin.

Ivy held back her laughter hearing Kenan's words, she covered her lover's face with her palm. “Do not make me laugh, soon I will open this door.”

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