Give Me Your Hand's
The Stripping Night - Who Destroys Who
Hasan slightly ran into the office building of Kozan Company. His steps slightly rushed into an elevator that would take him to the eighth floor of Ferrite's study. He knew that his master was still in the office, even though the dawn had just entered the contest.
“Master Ferrite,” greet Hasan after he goes inside.
His eye circles slightly enlarged, when he saw the state of the room was chaotic. Piles of files scattered on the floor, pieces of cloth scattered everywhere. He saw his great master standing on his back.
“If you are here to tell your failure, you better drown yourself in the waters of the Bosphorus right now!” ferrite firmly with his clenched left hand and his right hand that held tightly to his empty drinking glass.
“I'm thinking of a way to deal with Mandellion!” ferrite continued his words.
His business is his priority right now. He is facing the problem of fabric material that never comes. The Mandellion Company did not give him an extension of time.
Unbeknownst to his master, Hasan opened the lid of the Ferrite drink bottle and inserted a few drops of clear-colored liquid into the glass bottle. Then he stepped closer to the owner of the stocky body that mingled a white shirt and a blue dongker vest.
“There is more important than Mandellion's problem, Sir,” Hasan said as he filled Ferrite's empty glass with a bottle of alcoholic beverage in his hand. “I have successfully caught Miss Ivy.”
The brown-moustached face immediately directed its gaze towards Hasan. Raised one of his eyebrows, then laughed sneered. “You? Successfully catch Ivy?”
Ferrite immediately gulped down his drink and asked Hasan to refill his glass. His laughing voice boomed like the sound of thunder in the rain. Hasan happily poured back the intoxicating drink repeatedly. He hoped that his master would spend more and more on the drinks he had made.
“My men managed to catch him at Istanbul Mall. Now the woman is at Hotel Dinasty,” explained Hasan who gave a piece of paper containing the hotel room number.
“After I beat you up, your brain returned to its original position,” said Ferit after he sipped his drink then laughed out loud. “This time I will never let go! Prepare my letters and contact the city representative, tomorrow I will marry her directly!”
The news delivered by Hasan was like a gust of sea wind that attacked the drought in his heart. With a whistle, he left his study. He can't wait to see Ivy.
Hasan looked at the back of his master who disappeared behind the wall. A meaningful smile was painted on both corners of his lips. He threw the bottle into the toilet and soon followed his master.
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Meanwhile at the Falea Apartment.
After contacting Kenan that he had arrived at the apartment safely, Ivy immediately prepared himself to undergo the ritual celebration of Henna Night. A ritual often used by Turkish women who will give up their bachelor. They do not allow a man to be there.
The apartment room on the seventh floor was filled with women who lived in one building with Ivy. They also invited some of Nur's neighbors who lived in the old house. Kenan and Deniz stayed at Mehmet's apartment.
The atmosphere of Henna Night in Ivy's apartment is very simple, there are only five young women who dance to fill the event. The five women danced while following the strains of Turkish music that flowed from a CD player. Without music players and instruments that are often used by people who make money.
A woman paints the letter KI on the palm of Ivy's hand, which is the initials of Kenan's name and his name. Starting from the back of the hand to the tip of his finger painted Henna motif image floral.
The painter put a golden hairpin on Ivy's darkest hair representing her deceased mother-in-law and gave a gold coin to Ivy, as a sign for her wedding gift.
The dancers invite Ivy to dance with them in the middle of the room. Victor's daughter also danced while covering her entire face with a thin red tile, matching the color of the dress she wore. He can still see from behind the cloth in the form of small nets and tight.
Kenan's wife-to-be shrieked her body following the movements of the dancers surrounding her. His movements are quite flexible even though he is not a dancer. Tonight she was like a princess of a king having a feast in his palace. Her smile was painted behind her thin lips that had been covered with red lipstick.
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The house of Sophia.
The two-story house in the western city of Istanbul was filled with relatives of Sophia and Cansu's girlfriend. Just like in the Falaea Apartment, the female guests accepted Sophia's invitation to celebrate her daughter's Henna Night. Everything is complete, but the bride does not appear to be the trunk of her nose.
Sophia tried to contact Cansu, but only a melodious voice from the mobile operator. He repeatedly tried to contact his daughter, but the results remained the same. Time continued to pass, almost two hours the guests waited without certainty. Sophia was kneeling her forehead, her head feeling dizzy tonight.
Where is the kid? She wants to marry Mehmet! At a time like this, he disappeared!
“How's Sophia? Can you contact Cansu?” asked a middle-aged woman who was none other than one of Sophia's relatives.
Ivy's stepmother simply shook her head and held her shoulders up. His breathing sounded so heavy. Her eye beads stared at the red dress that Cansu was supposed to wear and some of Mehmet's gift boxes.
“Try you to contact her future husband! It's possible that Cansu is with the man!” yell at one of them.
Sophia's face looked hesitant to contact Mehmet, what would he have told the man if Cansu wasn't home tonight.
He then shook his head and said, “It seems impossible, I already told Cansu that they should not
see each other before the wedding day.”
“Lantas where is your daughter now?” push the other women.
“I don't know either!” sophia raised her voice. “So afternoon he went to Istanbul Mall and until now has not come home.”
Sophia's gaze was fixed on one of Mehmet's gift boxes that she placed in the corner of the room. The box is red with a gold strap.
Is that kid in Ivy's place? Hasan didn't catch Ivy? If Hasan manages to catch Ivy, then he shouldn't be with Ivy tonight. Where are you really, Cansu?
“Maybe his daughter ran away with her ex-lover,” said one of the guests Sophia had heard.
“Sophia.. Sophia.., your stepson ran away on her wedding day. Now that your own biological son has escaped,” sneers at one of his relatives. “How are you..., educating your own daughter is not good!”
“Close your mouth! Don't ever teach me how to educate my daughter!” yelled Sophia who was pointing her index finger in front of the face of the woman who sneered at her.
Sophia saw the gazes of all the guests leading to her. That look of an eye cornered him, yet there were also those concerned about his current condition. But this woman raised herself too much, she did not want anyone to pity her or blame her.
“Why are you guys looking at me, huh?” he asked as he walked around his guests.
“If you guys want to leave here, I'd be happy to open that door for you guys! Get the hell out of my house!” he shouted while pointing at the door of his house.
“With pleasure, we will go from here!"
“What kind of house are you in? Expel his guests!”
The innuendo and sneer of the guests made Sophia's ears flushed red. In his solitude, he sat on his dining chair. The dish on the dining table has not been touched at all.
With a heavy heart, he tries to contact Mehmet, but then he undoes his intention because a message from Hasan makes him laugh and smile at the same time. A proof of a remittance transaction is listed on the screen of his phone.
I've given Ivy to Ferrite. Tonight Victor's beloved daughter will be crushed in the man's hands. Ivy. Ivy. Don't ever make me mad. This is a lesson for a dissident princess like you!
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Tonight at the Hotel Dinasty
Both men's pantofel shoes came down from a luxury car European output in black. Since he was in the car, he felt his body feel hot and his head was a little heavy. He is not a man who is easily defeated by the influence of alcohol. But for some reason tonight, his body could not refuse the intoxicating drink.
He unbuttoned his top white shirt. His footsteps led him into the Hotel Dinasty.
Ferrite reached into the pocket of his denim pants and took out a piece of paper that Hasan had written. His vision began to blur slightly when he saw the three-digit number written on the paper.
“Seven... zero... what number is this,” murmured Ferrite who tried to read the last number. He rubbed his eyelids and shook his head.
“Master Ferrite!” hasan exclaimed directly to his big master when he saw the long-haired man leaning against the wall near the elevator door.
“Where is Ivy's room? I can't read the last number you wrote! Does this hotel have no air conditioning? Why is it so hot here?” asked Ferrite who unbuttoned both of them to make the chest of his field slightly exposed.
Hasan only smiled faintly behind the strapping back of the man. It looks like the medicine has worked.
“I'll take Tuan to Miss Ivy's room.” Hasan immediately invited Ferit to enter the elevator.
Inside the elevator, Ferrite continued to shake his head and his body grew hotter. He saw Hasan's body increase. Massaged his nose to make his vision return to normal. A minute or two his vision returned to normal, but his vision blurred and loomed again.
Hasan was forced to lead Ferrite to the door of the hotel room. Both of his men stood at the door to guard their catch.
“What woman is still inside?” hasan asked his two men.
“Ya, Boss,” replied the bearded man.
Impatiently, Ferit immediately opened the door of the hotel room. He saw a woman lying on the bed with her eyelids closed and her clothes still full.
Towards the woman, his eyes began to blur again. The woman's face began to change, sometimes it appears is Ivy's face, but a few seconds later Cansu's face is there.
“Ivy,” said as she stroked the woman's hair.
“Cansu?” Ferrite was surprised, when the face of Sophia's daughter came back into his view.
“No, you must be Ivy.”
The woman he called Ivy did not wake up from her sleep, because of the dope effect of giving Hasan's men. He saw that beautiful face. As before, the woman's face changed. Ivy's face and Cansu's face appeared alternately.
"You must be Ivy."
Ferrite shook his head again. His body was getting hotter because of the heat that seemed to be burning him. He opened the vest that covered his shirt and threw it on the floor. The effect of the drink that Hasan gave off started to work.
His desire began to arise, when he saw that red lips were open. He rubbed his lips with his finger. This time his imagination overcame the real view, which Ferit saw at the moment was the unchanging face of Ivy.
When Ferrite was about to touch the woman's lips, he saw a drink bottle standing on the table. His mouth and throat were dry. He swallowed his saliva and sipped the drink as much as he could. Drinks prepared by Hasan's men. Whether the drink is mixed with medicine or not.
“Why does it feel hotter?” Ferrite regulates the room temperature to be as low as possible. But the air conditioner was not able to lower his body temperature.
In Ferrite's view, the face of the woman on the bed smiled at him and extended her hand. This time he convinced himself that Ivy was in front of him.
“Newly this time I saw you smiling for me, Ivy,” murmured Ferrite.
In reality the woman on the bed was still closing her eyes expressionlessly.
He could no longer bear the stifling feeling he had experienced. He rubbed his sweat-soaked face and wiped his well-shrunked brown hair back.
Immediately opened his own every hook on his clothes. Throw it away just like a sheet of cloth wrapping his body onto the floor.
His mind that was affected by the effects of the medicine began to hallucinate. She saw the woman smiling charmingly and calling her name softly. It was as if it was tempting him to get closer to her.
“You want it too, Honey?” asked Ferrite who bent his legs between the woman's bodies.
He did not realize that the influence of the drug given Hasan had made his mind more chaotic.
When his body began to squeeze the slender body, he tore off all the clothes attached to the woman's body.
Throw it in any direction. Now a plain slender body was clearly displayed before him, making him even more uncontrollable. He was like a wild beast living in the jungle, clutching every little beast he caught.
Invaded the red lips that did not give resistance, making it free to go in and out of the virgin fortress. Slowly the slow touch is now turned into a stormy war drum. Clamp every curve and give a red stamp that indicates that the virgin belongs to him.
The drooping virgin was weakly helpless, unable to open her eyelids. In a state of unconsciousness, he sighed as the boneless organs ran him down. The rough touch of his hand began to reach his most prominent limbs. Grasping, removing and sometimes turning it clockwise. The three movements that Ferrite continued to do repeatedly.
Hit Ferrite like a jockey pulling his racehorse. His breath was increasingly hunting when he managed to find the house of the virgin and managed to tear it apart.
The more tense and the faster, like the atmosphere in a racetrack. Until finally the unification of the two people happened. Ferrite finally succeeded in channeling the influence of the drug that was inside him.
“Ivy, I love you. Love you so much,” said Ferit softly then his body collapsed beside Cansu's body.
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