Ayse Azra settled back in her seat. Mumbling something to her driver she looked to the ground. As soon as the car took off--hot tears spring out of her eyes. How cruel. Her sobs were thankfully muffled out by the engines noise as then began to cry harder. Both her palms shot up to her face, How could he even do this? After all... the Yildiz estate was her house, thats where she learned to walk. The only place where she felt the presence of her mother. How could he--her own father, bar her from entering her own home? Her pouty lips quivered. Soon hazing out to the window, she drifted to sleep.
The vehicle then came to a stop as from inside,Ayse opens her eyes. She gazed at the outside of Hakan estate.
Her eyes fell, this place will be the end of me... a murmur. She then stepped out.
In the meantime Zehra and the other servants worked numerous parts of the household. Of course, Zehra being the head.
Her green, frail eyes flickered between the kitchen and the hallway. She then turned to see Ayse storm upstairs to her room.
Her brows furrowed. "The madam is unwell" she bit her lip on weather she wanted to stay put or ask her.
Though she chose the latter.
Ayse sat, curled up on her bed. Her shoulder slouched as she gazed far out to the wall.
Life had never felt so bitter. It was bitter than those medicine her mother used to make her drink when she was a child. She hated it back then and would take Meryem's days a little more tougher by making her follow her through the entire manor. Though now, she wanted drink it from her hands.
"Mama"... if only she were to be here... right now, clasping her hands, warmly.
Just then--a knock came. Ayse without looking asked who it was, when she heard that it was Zehra, she let her in.
She stepped inside with a soft smile, her hands clutching at a tray.
"You seemed flustered, madam" she then set it on the table to her side. Ayse smiled back, "You are so thoughtful, Zehra"... "I don't know what I will do without you"...
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 did I say...? 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 to 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. Zehra then smiled, "Its a good thing you asked madam" when those words fell, heat crept up her neck. She was implying that she and Nur... Ayse shook her head internally. bad thoughts* bad thought* she scolded herself.
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 twirling around the bedspread.
See you... Hakan
To be continued>>>>>>>>>>>