Give Me Your Hand's

Victims of Sophia's Puncture

One of the other groom—Mehmet just arrived at Cansu's house. At Kenan's suggestion, he brought several percussionists and an inflatable music player to pick up his bride. The sound of the horn was heard to the end of the road, making the neighbors look outside to see what really happened.

It did not cross Mehmet's mind that something would happen when the man did not find anyone there. Either the future mother-in-law or the other Cansu family, who should have received the dowry. Mehmet mendeham in front of the door and then fix the location of his tie. The head of the band asked Mehmet to knock on the door of his future wife.

About a minute the dark-skinned man knocked and rang the doorbell, but no one opened the door for him. He tried to contact his wife's cell phone. However, all that was heard was the melodious voice of the mobile operator officer. The operator's voice has been heard since last night.

Once again Mehmet still did not realize why Cansu could not be contacted since last night. Either maybe because his heart is too happy to immediately question the woman of his tribe or he really wants to hoard his longing.

Inside the house, Cansu heard the bell ringing. She no longer hopes for her wedding. In the midst of his despair, Cansu took out a chair and placed it right under an iron trellis attached to the ceiling of his bathroom. He climbed a circular wooden chair and draped his slayer on an iron trellis that was now on his head. The cloth was formed into a circle that was enough to insert his head.

Both of his hands were clutching tightly onto the white cloth. He cried very strongly, making the lines of his eyes drawn backwards. He didn't want his life to end like this, but what a force. Life is useless to him.

I'll be the subject of scorn. What am I living for? It's over, my marriage, my love, and my future….

Cansu stuffed his head into the hole of the cloth he had made. Without anyone knowing, he draped the cloth around his neck and kicked his wooden chair. His body hung between heaven and earth.

“Cansu!” yelled Mehmet from the courtyard.

Again, no one answered her screams. Some neighbors said that last night there was no Henna Night.

“Why is there not?” asked Mehmet who was beginning to suspect something was wrong.

“What we heard, the bride did not come home last night,” replied an unknown woman by Mehmet.

“What?” Mehmet scrunched his forehead.

“No, you're wrong!" refuting the other neighbors, "so I saw Cansu had gone home, but I don't know what happened to him. Appearance is subtle."

“Iya, I also saw him enter the house wearing a kimono towel. Looks like something has happened with her,” added the neighbor who lives in front of Sophia's house.

Hearing the grapevine from the neighbors, the bald man tried to see the situation inside through the window that was slowly open. He only saw the state of the house as before. There was no one in the house.

“Cansu!” Mehmet directed his shout towards the balcony of the young lady's room. However, his heart raged again when he found the room upstairs did not bring up the figure of the woman he was looking for.

“Where is he? He should have been waiting for me to come. It's ten o'clock past,” Mehmet muttered while looking at his watch.

The dark-skinned man directed his gaze towards the window of Cansu's room, a glimpse of him seeing a white dress through Cansu's open bedroom window.

“It looks like it's Cansu's wedding dress! Means he hasn't gone to the wedding venue.”

Without thinking about anything else, Mehmet immediately broke down the door of his lover's house. The wooden sheet was immediately opened after the various kicks and blows he had received. A pair of black pantofel shoes went straight up the stairs in the corner of the room and took her to her lover's room.

“Cansu!” yell Mehmet.

The pastel-tinted bedroom showed no signs of life. Only a statue of a mannequin wrapped in a wedding dress stands to welcome Mehmet's arrival.

The whole piece of furniture looks neatly arranged in place. There were only a few pearls on the floor. He called his girlfriend back while walking and opened the bathroom door.

“Cansu..!” yell Mehmet.

The man wearing the grey suit immediately widened his black eyes when he saw his future wife hanging on a white cloth tied to the ceiling.

For a few seconds he saw a scene that had never crossed his mind.

Both of the woman's eyelids had closed, as Mehmet tried to lower her lover's body. The slender body that still feels warm, is now lying on the bed with a cloth scar strewn across his neck covering the bruise from the bite marks left by Ferrite.

“Hold, Baby. Hang in…. Please don't scare me,” said Mehmet who tried to pump Cansu's chest. He then gave an artificial breath to his lover.

After the effort that Mehmet did, the lean body did not move. He rubbed the sweat that soaked his bald head.

“I'll try! Awake, Cansu! You can't die! We're getting married!”

Mehmet immediately lifted Cansu's body and brought him down. He shouted to everyone to give him a way. After putting his girlfriend's body in the car, the man drove his car to a nearby hospital.

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Ivy stared at her reflection in the mirror with a smile on her face. In his apartment room on the seventh floor, he waited for Kenan to pick him up.

As is the customary custom of the Turks, that the groom will pick up his bride in the house of the woman's family. Since the two no longer have parents, Kenan departs from Mehmet's apartment.

As of this morning, just hours before the wedding, Ivy had no idea what her half-brother had been through. Since last night, after they split up at Istanbul Mall, Ivy has not contacted Cansu. He thought they would meet at the wedding venue—Istanbul Cafe.

With her hair darkened and some of her hair children left to unravel in front, Ivy took the slayer that was behind her head and covered her face. He took a glove made with his own hands that came from white tile fabric. Now both of his palms have been perfectly wrapped up to the wrist.

As Ivy was playing her wedding dress in front of the mirror, she heard the sound of her apartment bell ringing and the sound of a musical instrument game.

“That must be Kenan,” murmured.

Several times Ivy twisted his body in front of the mirror and looked at his own face just to see his appearance. Taking a bouquet of red roses arranged in a circle, he stood in the middle of the room waiting for a knock on the door of his room.

The sound of the apartment bell rang again, with low-heeled pantofel shoes, Nur stepped towards the apartment door. The puffed-up middle-aged woman was stunned as soon as she saw Kenan's appearance. Overnight, he did not see the young man, but now the appearance of Aaron's son turned into a handsome prince and like a young businessman.

“Where is Ivy?” kenan asked Nur after the woman opened the door for him.

The two men went inside with different goals. Kenan immediately stepped towards Ivy's room. Before he knocked on the wooden door in front of him, he slightly loosened the tie. Not only Ivy who was hit by nervousness, but he also experienced the same thing.

The sound of knocking on the door rang out, making Ivy who had been standing still waiting to open the door of her room. The mouths of the two brides were wide open looking at the figure in front of him.

“You are very beautiful, Honey,” praise Kenan sincerely.

“You are also very handsome,” Ivy replies with her shy-looking smile.

“You ready?” asked Kenan who gave his right arm to Ivy.

With a fluffy and wavy smile in her eyes, Ivy poked her arm around the arm of her future husband.

Nur escorted them out of the apartment. In front of the building has prepared a wedding car rented by Kenan that will take them to Istanbul Cafe. Some music players hired by Kenan accompanied the journey of a pair of brides-to-be to the wedding venue.

Time was almost nearing ten in the morning, Kenan and Ivy had arrived at the wedding venue. They don't invite a lot of people. The room was filled only by friends and close neighbors. There were also some relatives of Sophia and relatives of Ivy's late father.

Second by second, Mehmet and Cansu never showed their noses. The guests and city representatives in charge of marrying the two pairs of brides had already begun to fret and wonder. Kenan tries to contact Mehmet, while Ivy tries to contact Cansu. Both phones could not be reached.

“How? Are you married first?” asked a middle-aged man who was one of the representatives of Istanbul City to Kenan and Ivy. “Now it's ten over.”

“What do you think?” ask Kenan to Ivy. The two also saw the guests whispering to each other. I don't know what they're talking about.

“But..., we have promised to wait for them,” said Ivy who replied to Kenan's question with a little doubt.

“They can wait first, if they are late. I will wait until twelve noon,” added the city representative.

Kenan and Ivy also agreed to the middle-aged man's words. The two walked towards the table located beside the large piano that was in the corner of the room. The table has been decorated with white tablecloths and flower arrangements. On the table were two books open. The bride and groom sat down

in the seats that have been available facing the guests who stand filled the room.

The city representative asked Kenan and Ivy's willingness to accept each other as husband and wife.

“Ya,” Kenan answered with confidence and the look in his eyes that he directed at Ivy.

“Ya.” The same answer, given by Ivy, was immediately greeted with applause that echoed throughout the room.

After they sign their wedding book, Kenan embeds a wedding ring on Ivy's ring finger. Ivy, too, inserts the wedding ring on Kenan's ring finger.

The sound of applause was heard again when Kenan kissed Ivy on the forehead and then kissed the lips of the woman who is now his rightful wife. He gave a box containing several pieces of gold coins as his dowry. Nur directly wrapped a long red cloth around Ivy's waist.

However, who would have thought among the group of guests turned out Sophia was watching the two brides. Her eyes bulged at all of Ivy's wedding processions.

Why is it like this? Why does that dissident kid always get the best out of Cansu? She should have been the one who was crushed at Ferit's hands, not my daughter!

The middle-aged woman also came forward with her sharp-looking bead eyes looking at Ivy who was dancing hugging Kenan. No one cared when his steps began to approach Ivy.

Everyone thought, maybe the middle-aged woman would congratulate the two brides. When the distance between them was only about five steps away from the adults, Sophia immediately shouted out calling Ivy's name.

Victor's daughter was surprised and immediately released her hand from Kenan's neck when she saw the middle-aged woman walking quickly towards him. However, what Kenan saw was a shiny object in Sophia's hand. In a matter of seconds, Kenan instantly pulled Ivy into his arms.

The screams of the people inside the cafe were heard along with the sound of broken glass falling on the floor. A woman standing behind Ivy, collapsed with red liquid coming out from her stomach, while the blood-stained scissors were still clasped tightly in Sophia's hand. The middle-aged woman was surprised that her attack did not hit Ivy, instead hitting a cafe waiter.

“Quick call ambulance and police!” yelled Kenan to everyone. “Don't let that woman go from here!”

Hearing the word of the police, Sophia's face suddenly turned deathly pale. The scissors in his hand just slipped off, slowly he retreated his steps and left the cafe.

Everyone was so shocked to see what had just happened. The incident happened very quickly, making them only able to keep their mouths shut without acting to prevent Sophia's departure.

“You wait here, I'll catch up!” kenan's orders were only reciprocated by a nod of the head by Ivy.

Aaron's son was chasing Sophia who had come out a few meters from the cafe. Panicking, Ivy called the police and an ambulance. No one dared to approach the victim and the sharp weapons.

“Hold,” said Ivy softly while squatting near the waiter. He also did not dare to move the woman on the chair.

The female servant was holding onto her uniform which was wet from the red liquid that came out from her body. His eyelids open and closed alternately resisting the pain of the puncture wound he had just experienced.

“I beg you to hold on. No... You don't die,” Ivy said in a panic. The waiter looked at Ivy in silence, then looked at the ceiling of the cafe.

Minutes later, police and medical personnel arrived at the scene. Medics took the waiter to the hospital. The police secure the scissors that Sophia uses. The security forces questioned Ivy and several people who witnessed the incident.

Meanwhile on the highway, Sophia continued running with fear that enveloped her heart.

“I have to where this is? Where am I supposed to go? No... I don't want to be in jail.. I don't want to be in the law,” murmured with a frown.

“I am innocent... I am innocent!” sophia shouted as she ruffled her own hair in the middle of the road.

After hearing information from Ivy and several guests at the Istanbul Cafe, the police deployed their troops to arrest Sophia.

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