A Cinderella Story - ZeyBar

Chapter Twenty

Zeynep.

The spring fragrance of the flowers in the garden of my home could be felt right inside my room. The view of the vast greenery outside makes me sit up just minutes after the sun's rays interrupted my sleep. The side next to me is empty, which means he had quietly slipped out of the warm blankets and gone about his daily business at the office, leaving me alone in our huge home.

I stretch my arms up and twist my neck left and right once before leaving the warm bed. Waiting for me downstairs in the kitchen is a portion of omelette, a squeezed orange, a single red rose and a note saying "good morning sleeping beauty". I smile from ear to ear at the kind gesture of the nicest person in the world and set about making this snack disappear.

After that it was time for my favorite activity of the last months - painting, which I had neglected before. I take everything I need with me and head to the small room he made for me as a surprise, with a sign on the door "lawyer Zeynep's studio". Inside, I'm greeted by the sun's rays, lighting up every inch of the room due to its location at this time of day.

I sit on the small swivel chair and put the paints that I will use today on the table next to me, which is piled up with all kinds of colors, brushes, pencils, graffiti, lines, pastels and so on...

I look at the unfinished painting in front of me and feel real joy in what I am doing.

After hours in front of the canvas I am already feeling a little exhausted, so I drop everything and step out onto the wide porch, phone in hand. I call Barış, who is having lunch in his office, he has time to hear the genius that I want to share with him about my new creation. Fortunately, he listens to me and encourages me to keep creating, and that in itself warms my soul and fills my heart with already overflowing love.

I pass through the kitchen for something sweet and return to the bright room to continue redoing a very special photo from our wedding - the one with the two of us, mum, Emine and his parents - our biggest support and most important people in our lives that we began to build from that day to this day. I try to recreate every detail of the photographic images with the brush and I try to bring into my painting the same happiness that the moment captured in it radiates... My hand carefully touches even the smallest detail of-

"ZEYNEP! Get up, girl!" - I jumped up in my bed to see Sultan with her arms crossed in front of her and hanging over me.

"Neler oluyor ya!?" - I couldn't understand and rubbed my eyes.

"What's going on? Do you want us to serve you breakfast too? Would you like it in bed, Mrs. Zeynep, or would you like me to invite you to the table in the garden?" - I could feel that she was mocking me, but I couldn't smile , because I was still half asleep and upset that my wonderful dream had evaporated. - "Come on, come on, get up and get dressed! Your mom and I served breakfast, but you're going to be late for work!"

"What time is it?" I mumbled.

"nearly half past seven" - she said and went out, and I flew out of bed.

"WHAT?!? I have to be at the office at 8!! What about the traffic?!! " - I grabbed my head and ran to the bathroom.

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I burst into the office at four minutes past eight. It's better than my previous delay of a full ten minutes and that was my second day of work.

I threw my bag next to me and turned on my laptop. I had a lot of work to do which I started yesterday and a bunch of scheduled client calls..