Sanem waits impatiently under a tree for Osman, frowning deeply because he was late. They were supposed to be at the baking class in ten minutes on the other side of the lodge.
"Sanem?" Guliz walks up to her when she sees her and Sanem turns. "I'm going to a yoga class, did you want to join me?"
"Oh, I'd love to but Osman and I are going to a baking class."
"That's so cute," Guliz gushes. "And he's very handsome, I was starting to think he didn't exist. You're a lucky girl."
"Yes," Sanem nods, "Mr Can's probably not as happy as we are right now, I mean, where is his Polen?"
"Miss Polen doesn't have time for this kind of thing dear." Guliz shakes her head. "Her career is very important to her and she's beautiful to boot, she's doesn't need any motivation in anything."
"That's great but it's not about that is it? She was supposed to come and spend time with him, bake cookies... If you can't show up for cookies and a fun time then why are you together?" Sanem laughs.
"True," Guliz shrugs.
"At least my allergies won't flare up," Sanem says. Polen's name reminds her of pollen and she hated pollen. She hated spring season.
Guliz frowns in question.
"Oh, I have allergies, you know, I get a bit stuffy."
"Oh," Guliz nods and chuckles.
Sanem looks over Guliz's head and then smiles when she sees Osman jogging down the road, dressed in shorts, a black shirt and a blue vest.
"Hah, see? He's never too far from me," she blinks sweetly at him and walks into the road with her arms open to hug him when he gets to her. "Always ready to hold - "
Osman runs past her, ignoring her and grinning at someone. She turns, midsentence, her face betraying her shock. What the...?!
"Osman?!" she calls him after him.
As if this couldn't get worst, Osman runs right up to the gate leading into the small football pitch, which is actually a tennis court, and up to Can and Emre. He bumps fists with them and Sanem slowly steps forward, her arms still open. They were all dressed the same. What the hell is going?!
She walks along the side, staring at them with her mouth open. He ditched me! To...to...walk in like a male model with Can and Emre?! What... I mean, they look great but that's not the point! Ugh Osman!
"Osman," Sanem calls him silently, her voice small in her throat. She grabs onto the fence, her fingers curling. "Osman," she raises her voice a bit.
The men start to warm up, kicking the ball between them on one side, the other team on the other. "Left!" Can calls and kicks to Osman.
"Osman...Osman!" She tries again as he kicks the ball back to Can. "Osman!" She pushes her hand through and waves at him. "Os-man!" She yells, sounding a bit like a cheerleader now. He finally looks at her and then lifts his hands mouthing 'what?' "Osman!" she hisses and waves for him to come to her.
Guliz is giggling next to her, watching in amusement.
She huffs and does it again. He gestures that he's playing and shoos her with his hands. "Osman!" Oomf I'm going to kill you! "Guliz, are you seeing this?"
"Yes," Guliz nods.
"When it comes to football all men turn into a single organism...they even move the same...all just to score some points and look hot doing it... one brain cell between three - "
Sanem stops talking when Can runs up to her on the other side of the fence and hooks his glasses into the space her fingers were occupying. She stares at him as he gives her a thumbs up and winks, before he runs back. Her eyes stay on Can scoring all of his practice kicks and then glares.
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Early Bird (Erkençi Kus)(Part 1)
Fanfiction* (A Turkish Series Translation) A young woman named Sanem Aydin lives with her overbearing but loving parents, who have certain ideas of how she should be living - and it doesn't involve her working at her family store full time. They thinks she s...
