A Cinderella Story - ZeyBar

Chapter 8

Barış

I wake up from the rays of the sun penetrating my room. Today is a Saturday, which means less work, but not no work, because when you run a company, have offices in other countries, the weekend is never a holiday. But at least today I didn't get out of bed because of my dark alarm, the sun woke me up with its warm rays, the pleasant thought woke me up. Yesterday I finally heard her thin voice calling me Barış. Sadece Barış.

I stretch out for the last time in bed and get up for a quick shower, then go down for breakfast.

"Good morning!" - Mom greets me radiantly. The table is crowded and I am hungry.

I respond to my mother with the same expression and sit down. She enters the room, carrying three plates in both hands.

"Where are the others, are you alone in the kitchen?" I ask Zeynep confused.

"We gave Sultan and Nermin another day off. Today, Zeynep is alone. " - my father answers, not taking his eyes off the newspaper in his hands.

On the one hand, this fact makes me happy, but ... She made this whole breakfast herself? Then she served it ... alone?

"Need help, Zeynep?" - I turn to her. She froze for a second and looked at my mother, who turned to me with a surprised and not very pleased look.

"N-no, Barış Bey, thank you.. These are the last plates, " she says and leaves as quickly as possible, visibly worried, and I think it's my fault.

"Your father and I are going out after breakfast, I've told you - we will attend a charity event for a friend this afternoon" - says mom, I nod, I really remember that she told me something like that. - "That's why we released the other housekeepers. I don't think it will be very hard for Zeynep, we won't be present at lunch, so stop feeling sorry for her "- and with these words of my mother all the hunger in my stomach is replaced by something colder.

What's so bad about caring that she must be tired of making the whole breakfast?

I try to stay calm until breakfast is over, the only thing that keeps me going is the thought that I will have time to get to know her again, away from everyone's eyes.

...

Zeynep

After serving breakfast, I go up to my room with trembling hands. Barış didn't have to interfere with his words at the table, further provoking his mother's anger with his polite question.

Again I remember my conversation with my mother again months ago.

"Zaynep .. I have something to tell you" - she had whispered to me while preparing the family dinner - "Mr. Barış will soon return to Turkey, here to his family"

"Mrs. Ozlem's son?" I had asked, forgetting that he even existed.

"Yes. Mrs. Ozlem is very happy, he will stay here to open a new office."

"Good?" - but what does this have to do with us, I wondered.

"Mrs. Ozlem called me earlier, she wanted to discuss something with me... related to him and .. to you, daughter .."

"What does the Ice Queen want from me?"

"You're young, Zaynep. So is he ..." Mom seemed visibly worried.

-"And?"

"She's worried that you two are going to live in the same house. She ... doesn't want you hanging around him much. Like I said, he's young and successful, and like any man can ... You know what I mean."