PATIENT ZONE

Misty grayness almost prepares the lights of dawn; a muddy, distasteful mass makes one more and more pessimistic. I put on my morning latte and try to focus on the melancholy, monotonous sounds of dawn. I hear a knock coming in from outside.

A familiar female face smiles mysteriously in the peephole of the front door cynical space. I can't believe he's here! How many decades have I last stared at the graduation banquet in that wildly hot, sexy cocktail dress she wore one hundred percent just to pound the kansi hearts heartily.

�" Hi hi honey! �" greets you with a cup of kiss as you step in a little while staying. You feel a little tense because while we were classmates we never visited. He keeps apologizing and apologizing quite often, and then when he goes out to the kitchenette, as if he wants to be a little alone, he kisses me unexpectedly romantically.

�" Forgive me dear, but you had to!

I’m in a bathrobe, from which my idiot-looking pajamas look a little lifeless, childish.

�" How well this pajamas are on you! �" communicates. �" You're so small ... you have a sugar muzzle in it! �" caresses my slightly unshaven face, which is already starting to pump my fat heart for a hundred and twenty. I think about what it would have been like if we got a little closer to each other on a more romantic class trip at the time, when pretty much the whole class, including the class teacher, got drunk and soaked, only I was totally sober because I hate and despise alcohol.

�" Would you like ... a coffee? �" I'm trying to start the conversation. I see him wrapping his long, exotic fingers. So he’s frustrated, nervous, and can’t find the sentences that crave him. That’s why I decide to tell him a little bit about my life. I come up with the fact that I used to be a teacher, later I was a kind of all-time employee at a company, and even later it suddenly fell out of me that five years ago I lost my father in a heart attack, with whom we were not in the best relationship at the last time.

�" Oh poor little darling! This is awful! I'm so sorry, really honestly! �" I would rarely have expected such understanding compassion and tenderness, even from him. That’s why it falls so well, because I feel deep in my soul that someone is fearfully taking care of me and cherishing me, just like in my disadvantaged, derailed childhood.

�" It's okay! You know, we've been very far apart in recent years! And what about you? �" I ask him simply and openly now because I feel like he still doesn’t want or doesn’t dare share the story of his life with me.

�" You know I did a lot of nonsense, and I'm so sorry, and I'm sorry I didn't understand you at the time, and I didn't make friends with you ... �" even the watercourse with reality in a row, words on superstitious lips.

�" Wait a minute ... how do you understand that? �" I cheat, I try to comfort you because I hear his serious voice go through trembling.

�" Oh darling! Forgive me for being so stupid and not noticing, but it would have been so good to have honest-real friends like you! You were the only one! Laura was a little rubbish s**t in world life! Now I heard that his beauty salon went bankrupt because he was unable to invest his money! I’ve never been a damaging person, but I’m even a little crazy about him. �" takes a sip of your latte. The milk pings a tiny, adorable little white mustache on her upper, slightly lipsticked lips. I smile involuntarily, and when it falls on him too, that mustache has become the most beautiful smile in the world. There is no lie or false, duplicate consciousness in it.

She notices that she has fallen and a pleasant rosy blush runs down her ash, exotic face, which lends her a girly charm. He takes a folded paper towel and wipes out the rest of the milk as if apologizing:

�" Oh how clumsy I am! �" apologizes. �" Elsewhere, I hope it hasn't been smeared?

�" You are beautiful ... �" falls out of me, and after so many decades, I am amazed again by the psychological power of pure love.

�" Honey! I always knew that the two of us belong together from end to end. �" another caress follows, as if I were a naughty little pet who was exceptionally taught to behave properly. �" You know I came to you because, for you have always stood by me, and whatever one may have told you, you have never abused the trust of the other!

His words surprise him at once, but they fall well. In our high school age, Bezzeg was a party face for every teenage girl, and most young guys were buzzing with reality as they embarked on a mascara campaign against the stronger sex. Then in the legendary disco era, they crafted who could drink more girls-boy mix.

�" I divorced my husband ... �" suddenly falls out of it. Even so, you have to pull every single word out of it with pliers if you want to put the connections together. �" You know I suffered very deeply from that era! I simply wanted to prove it to the outside world and to my parents, who never believed I could make decisions on my own. �" another sip of coffee follows, as if it would pay off a little courage under a smoke. �" You know we bought a kitten and then we discussed how the kids would come, but then I soon realized, that not only does Tibi not want a child, but she alternates her easily seduced girlfriends like other underwear.

�" I'm sincerely sorry ... it falls out of me. At this minute, it would be so good to hug him, provide support that includes a protective, protective, cherishing feeling, and “there will be nothing wrong!” ” �" universal formula.

�" Oh, thanks so much ... �" starts sniffing and somehow it's even good for him to be touched. �" You know ... no one has been so kind to me for a very long time… �" feels the outdated girly feeling in her voice. This fantastically beautiful, modern woman at this moment is so fragile, vulnerable, and visibly lost that one would involuntarily comfort her and assure her that she would stand by her and support her in everything.

�" I ... sincerely regret that ... �" I am trying to express my support again. He gracefully stands up from the chair where he sat down, then grabs my chubby face in his two palms and struggles a little with his tears again to give an emotional kiss.

�" You dear man! Do you know that I love you so much ... �" as stated by the pleasant, intimate tingling.

I learn that my former classmate got married immediately after high school, and although there was a total opposition to his parents in the air, he might have thought he could have a happy and balanced relationship. But he fell huge and was wrong because Tibi cheated on him with grass and wood.

�" ... Finally, I was the one who packed everything up and moved back to my girlfriend. Later, the b*****d a*****e still had the courage to make me beautiful with a bouquet of flowers and pranane, but I told myself that if I wasn’t good enough for him, he wouldn’t be happy with anyone else! The b*****d sucks! �" captures a special blend of anger, anger, revenge that it is almost a pleasure to look at, so upset.

I am reminded of the high school when, for the sake of misfortune, he and some of his tongue-and-mouth girlfriends stole a circle of the arrogant class teacher’s brand new, fiery red, three-door Suziku, and they didn’t even have the right to just go for a big ride on a side street near the school! It then became such a trembling patalia that they could see for themselves.

�" Did I say something funny? �" asks obviously a little worth it for daring to smile under my non-existent mustache. �" Who's my little teddy bear with him! �" starts tickling my skinny, pickled belly, which I've always hated, because I’ve been a tickle in my world life and don’t seem to intend to stop until I tell the story with his ofo car.

�" Oh don't even say! Kriszta was a real b*****d among the chicks. She was one of the intellectual authors, while Annácska did everything the way she heard it and of course obeyed blindly. Okay! But I know what's on your mind, don't deny it! All I really had to do was steal the offset keys from the German ceremony! Not a big art! Of course, what we got afterwards is true, which is true it was by no means so pleasant. �" confesses and the whole thing has the mood of testifying in court, but instead of a judge, he would confess to a very old friend.

�" Later during graduation, I think that b*****d of�' deliberately baked me out to take the bad week instead of others! I just don’t understand that at the graduation banquet he had a snout to gass and pay off! The whole thing is so absurd and nonsense!

�" Yes, there may be something in this! �" I'm thinking for a moment.

�" And what's the big fighting situation with you? You had a serious girlfriend with whom ... you know? �" puts it mysteriously, smiling mischievously.

�" Well ... unfortunately luck was avoided.

�" Oh poor spy! Then all I say in my life is that that chick really didn’t even deserve such a fantastically exceptional and versatile man! �" it's as good to listen to his words as if you were bathing in balmy water, which pampers your body and instincts. Of course, this would by no means be the goal of fanning my own cynical vanity. But still, one can rarely hear such teasing speech. �" But was there no one later? �" asks more surprised because he doesn't admit to himself either, that in the present world it is almost perfectly hopeless to find someone who is not material and excited about pay.

I gesture no to my head and even play a little on my own sadness.

�" Oh darling! There you go! It's good we got together! �" hold my pawed hand and start stroking. �" Do you know anything about the others?

�" Not really ... �" I grimace at the number, and from that he has long known that I could have honestly said that almost nothing has worked in my life so far.

�" Oh, don't be silly anymore! But you just went on at least ten dates!

I shake my head, I hesitate.

�" So how many dates have you been on so far? Don't say eg�" So how many dates have you been on so far? Don't tell me not to eat because I'm angry! �" frowns angrily, making it even more mind-boggling and sexier.

�" I've had a total of three dates! �" I answer measured, which is a lie, because it’s good to have had a date in my life so far, and it didn’t end so rosy.

-You know the thing is, I really want to believe you, but I think you're lying now! �" discloses the finding.

�" Come on! What do you think ?! �" it's my turn to properly ask myself for this baseless statement.

�" Listen! I got to know you well, believe me! I know when you're telling the truth and when you're not! So! Just honestly! How many serious dates did you have ?! �" I feel that now with your cornered question and I am unable to really answer it.

�" Max one that was a ready disaster!

�" Hooray! �" clashes your palms in the air. �" We're on topic! You? IM listening to you! �" already crosses his surprisingly long, slender, model legs, which involuntarily raises his pulse.

�" Well ... let's just say I had someone I didn't meet because I was just interested in how much I was earning! And well, you know that teacher pay is humiliating after a while ... pathetically little. Anyway, he was the one who broke up!

�" Honey, this is awful! It must be very worn! �" squeezes my hand again with compassion.

�" Well that's not an expression! My maternal grandmother came to my apartment and slapped me a lot because the intention to commit suicide also turned in my head!

-Oh don't scare me! Is this some stupid joke now ?! �" looks at me in horror, disbelief, like someone who has heard or misunderstood something.

�" Well, the truth is ... �" I look at him hesitantly, like a scary, peeing little kid who can break the thread at any minute.

�" Honey ... poor spy ... �" is very worried at the same time, tears gather in his beautiful deer eyes, like on the bottom of a magic potion, and then he takes on a facial expression that he would most like to slap right now, then only change your mind later. �" Never dare to do this to me again! Did you understand ?! �" commands me and somehow it’s good to believe he’s telling the truth.

�" Listen, my little teddy bear! How about you have leftovers for a while? I'll help you with everything! I still have to bring some of my stuff from my girlfriend, but it can be solved! �" It's such a liberated, reassuring feeling to hear that. We can finally talk about a lot of things heartily without having to seek the help of a psychologist again. You see and feel a big stone fall from my heart.

�" Honey! Believe me, I’m there to help, and if you’re sad about something, or just in a bad mood, you can solve it, you can talk! The point is to finally forget this little-style panic once and for all because it is of no use to anyone! Small! �" makes an angle in his head. �" What about your mother?

�" She had been moving back to my grandmother's garden house for some time because she felt it wasn't fair to live so far away from her and couldn't help her!

�" Á! I understand! We'll visit sooner or later! I can't wait to get to know your grandfather! �" cheers and inspires at the same time, like a little girl with a tongue and a tern. �" I hope you don't have any important programs today! Or yes?!

I feverishly try to research the sober gears of my brain and realize that I basically have nothing special to do and I gesture no with my head.

�" Well that's great! Then we will live together for a while! This will be a very exciting and interesting experience for me! �" At this minute, my classmate actually behaves like the novice actor who wants to immerse himself as much as possible in the life of that character, and therefore he coexists and breathes pretty much with him. �" Na! Then get dressed quickly and we'll figure out the rest later! �" issue the instruction, and neither word nor speech will begin to settle first in the living room, later the furniture of the former children's room is presumably due to the most efficient booking possible. And while I storm into the bathroom with reality, excitement, to shave, and have a slightly more acceptable physique, my newborn girlfriend is standing in front of the bathroom door, laughing tastefully mischievously.