Zehra strode in her room, gently setting her madam's breakfast on a granite table as she then went to the windows. Tugging-and parting it. The sun seeped in through--making Ayse's brows crease. Her eyes then fluttered opened, as she looked up at the ceiling in a dazed manner.
She let her gaze sweep over the ceramic walls. she then rose up and sat, tucking a strand of her hair. Her lips held a natural pout as last night flashed through her.
"Good morning, madam"... Zehra greeted softly, "I made you breakfast, you know with the bleeding, it's best if you stay in bed" Ayse glances up at her, then smiled gratefully, Zehra... thankyou...
The brunette-veiled woman nods, with a curl of her lips, she retreats, "If you need anything else, please don't hesitate" just as she reached the door--Zehra...
She stopped and turned, yes, madam? Ayse gestured her to have breakfast with there. Zehra hesitantly shakes her head, madam you are tired, I don't want to bother--"it's no bother, having someone with me actually makes me feel better"
Please...stay? she pressed. Seeing that--Zehra walks towards her. Settling on the edge of the bed, she ushered Ayse to eat.
A smile spread across her face as she nodded. The two women conversed on many things. "So... the sir left?" Zehra's voice came in curious. Ayse's eyes darted, I think so... I mean he is pretty held up with work-anyways... she shrugs it off. What were you saying? Zehra's brows creased, what was I saying...? grey eyes flickering* "oh yes... my daughter is... expecting" she ends with a warm smile.
To that, Ayse smiles, "congratulations, you must be super excited!" Zehra nods, "yeah... I was quite disappointed as she didn't tell me it sooner" Ayse hums, maybe... she wanted to be sure? Zehra nods, "maybe... that too but whatever it is, Allah make her deliver the child safely"
"Ameen" Ayse says. Zehra...? I been meaning to ask this for a while... her voice trails off as Zehra shots her a look. Yes? what is it madam? Ayse's voice came low, hinting shy,
"I always wanted to know, well... what does happen on the first night?" Zehra watches her, she fidgets with her hands, I'm not sure if its sinful for me to even ask...? Zehra shook her head as a motherly smile tugged at her lips, "all you have to do is ask madam"
Her breath hitched, "w-will you tell me?" Zehra chuckles, "of course, it is a matter of knowledge, and I will explain to as respectful as possible"
Zehra began to talk as Ayse's face started turn a shade of crimson, hearing words which she had never even known before. She even though off stopping her--yet Zehra continued.
"So... that is it" Ayse let out a frail breath, "it sounds...terrible?" Zehra nods, "I did once think of it as such, though after knowing how sacred of a it is bond between a husband and wife--it wasn't so terrible"
Sacred...? she tilts her head, would she also in the future...? Ayse internally shook her head, bad thoughts* bad thought* she scolded herself.
--"Because she knew, nothing was promised, her eyes darted outside, warm brown to the blazing sun--Not even tomorrow was promised" Ayse sighed and nodded her head.
Just then--her phone buzzed. Ayse glanced at the call log--it was...
Hakan... a whisper left her. Zehra noticing her madam's rigidness--she rose up to her feet" "I will let you go on with your day"
Madam...
Ayse glanced up, clutching at her phone as she then gave a nod. Upon the retreat of Zehra, the door clicked shut. Now left alone, Ayse pondered on weather picking it up or going to bed.
H-Hello...?
From the other end, Nur's voice came out. Low, smooth. Hello Ayse... good morning... Ayse replied back: I-I'm fine...
Nur shuffled with a pile of papers, his brows then shot up, glancing at his secretary, Sefreya.
"What is it, Nur? she mouthed. Nur shook his head, nothing... a murmur then--"
Doesn't seem like it... why are you stuttering?" he asks-to that Ayse masks it up, No... I'm alright. Her voice trails off as she heard the sound of an overly feminine chuckle.
Ayse's voice falter "Are you at your office?" she asks. To that he hums, yes... I am, he replied. He then hands something for Sefreya to look. She tilts her head, hmm... complaints on bots? her eyes sweep of over the paper. Nur nods to that.
What type...? she asks, absolutely knowing it. Nur sighed deeply, "I thought you would know"... his voice hinted somewhere between amusement. "Okay you got me... she chuckles, I will get this info to the HR department, let's see if we can resolve this"
Nur hums, yes? Ayse? Sefreya glanced at him, her lips curled. "Is that your wife?" she mouthed. To that he nods. His eyes then darted, hearing her hesitant voice, "Ayse, be ready, yes... I will meet you, there... his voice drags, at six? is it fine with you?
Yeah... she murmurs as she hung up. Ayse flops to the bed, her back met the duvet. Her hair twirled around the bedspread. Who was that...? a question hung at her, the way he replied to those women, how she teased him. -And... why does that even bothers me? she frowns clutching at the pillow.
To be continued>>>>>>>>>>>