LOWLY, CONFIDENTIALLY

 

When he goes out into the street , everyone stares at him.

He even takes part in a real impromptu whistle concert as he climbs onto the tram with a light, gazelle-like leap. They are just paving the asphalt in the drunken, unbearable heat, and among the workers there are many young lads who can graze their greedy and curious eyes on it - of course only temporarily.

- But you're a good skin , little one! Wow! Stay alive! - after they mumble , which seems like a disturbing fact after barely five minutes , especially since the other passenger does n't usually look at this with a good eye.

Even the middle - aged , mustachioed bus driver stares at her through his black - tinted , dioptric glasses , as if he had never seen so well in real life. radiant , dreamlike angelic wonder , which her feminine radiance immediately conveys to most people.

In fact, he has always been amazed that people - at least -, in most cases, basically take into account the external , physical characteristics , and not the movements, gestures, or, as the case may be, the non - verbal signals. It is true that she could have tried on her new summer dress with a skirt instead of the much-suggestive , worn - out denim shorts , which are already directly and openly provocative. against certain alpha species. Sun - tanned , balmy , Cleopatra - like skin , not yet touched. Once, as if my grandmother had told me when she was a little girl, there were also African princesses in the family... On the other hand , spicy exotic. The very expensive but very comfortable sandal also exudes elegance.

seat on the bus , it seems that most of the passengers immediately want to try a seat from the polite front. However, he could not be bribed with the least bit of cheap stuff ; he deliberately sits on the " c**k seat " in the back of the bus. In his jeans , the mobile phone starts ringing , which he deliberately ignores it 's funny , because he does n't feel like pushing , at least as long as he's in motion and traveling. His best girl friend has been inviting him to Balaton Sound and the Sziget lately, but he feels as if r doesn't want to party anymore , or has gotten old from an earlier age.

The bus suddenly screeches to a halt because one of the nouveau riche SUV monkeys deliberately didn't give it the right of way. From the unexpected movement , those who were holding on purposely fall out of a flat hole. A lovely old lady falls and drops her luggage. Now it's his turn to help directly.

- Feel free to leave it to me! Please take a seat! - he immediately jumps up, as if he had been bitten by a flea, and is already kindly collecting the luggage of the old woman , who ca n't help but believe that there are decent young people in today's world, while the other passengers are now it is also the case that this pathetic , brainwashed world just needs another heroine.

- Thank you very much, my daughter! - the old man plopped down on the vacated seat. He picks his nose and wipes his glasses.

- Do not mention it! I also hope that there is nothing more serious? - asks the pretty, exotic girl , and immediately engages in a friendly conversation with her.

- Tell me, my dear , who is standing next to the Zion stairs? - asks the old woman , already smiling with friendly curiosity.

- U... no... I wanted to get on the wrong bus , aunty , please , but if there is a stop at the next stop , get on a bus in the opposite direction , it will take you there then you! - she answers , and feels how much the world has taken advantage of and deceived this defenseless woman.

- Thank you very much my dear! - thanks the woman , and then like a resourceful little animal at the next stop , as if she had already been shot by a rifle bullet , she immediately jumps up and , how will he stop , not trusting the bus driver 's unasked answer.

long time why the other passengers were not direct, and at the same time he is ready to help the old woman , and he is convinced that at this moment the world it was wide open , and everything works the other way around , at least in a world where people are so dumbed down , in a simple way , and so, " everything does n't matter " , they quietly look at their miserable weekdays.

In the end , he also decided that he would rather stop at Ferenciek Square and take an easy walk to the Astória. In the meantime , with a high probability , he might even look into an antique shop or two , purely for the sake of cultural formality , to keep a smaller number in mind. wonder why and how much the already constantly changing, extremely expensive prices have risen since last year.

"Why does every amount have to end with a nine and why does it have to start with a two?! " - runs through his head , while Kossuth Street legend just walks in , jingling. to an antique shop with a door, where a cashier girl is at most five years younger than him , but for a long time he admires your light , small - scale elegance , like a gazelle he walks between the bookshelves with a smile , as if he did not come from this planet.

- Hello! - he says as he enters easily.

- Hello! How can I help? - asks the cashier girl back, a little shocked that they simply put it down.

- Thanks, I'll solve it... - he doesn't waste any more words, because his eyes immediately catch a Pablo Neuda and a brand new Márai volume. Yes, but I wonder which will be the lucky choice for which he runs with his money , because usually on the back , last page of the books, they used to write the amount with a pencil , as much as circle five. _ He just played a little prank on the cashier. If you get a discount. In principle , you never know. She pretends to take her mascara from her medium - sized bag , which is actually a smaller graphite pencil. The color is the same as the one with which the antique dealer set his own prices. A smaller eraser also comes with the pencil. Now he takes it and, as if reading the book, he carefully erases the price that is unfriendly to him and gives him a more favorable one that he can pay later.

Childish , excited, new-found joy tingles through him from head to toe. "I wonder if a girl even younger than her notices the diabolical plot.

He gets his hands on quite a few more volumes, with which he does this, and almost in a triumphant mood he marches to the cash register and unpacks his rare , precious book treasures on the counter.

And the young girl pulls off the little yellow tickets one after the other from the back of the books with the red-lighting, digital ruler, apparently not paying any attention to how much it actually costs?

- Eight thousand nine hundred forints, please! - he says in a friendly manner. In the meantime, they are politely interested in whether you found all the books that interested you.

- Yes! Thank you very much! - he can't help himself again, and asks the cashier for the book title of his old, adorable high school classmate, just for the sake of order.

- Wait a moment... I'll check it right away... - he already ticks the man's name in the book register and says that his books are out of stock, but the National Széchenyi Library might still have a copy or two that can be read locally, if you're very busy.

- Oh, I see! Well, thank you very much!

- Do you know the writer? - they are more and more curious.

- We went to high school together that year! A man with a whole heart, I can say that much! - he says, leaning closer, confidentially, as if anyone else had left us in the small town. - Bye then! - he says goodbye, and the young cashier girl does the same.

As soon as you leave the store , you can already feel that your precious adrenaline has been pumped up minute by minute in such a way that you have a surplus of energy , which he somehow had to get rid of. He came across one of the ruin pubs, where a beginner 's band was playing live music.

Without bothering anyone or anything , he himself began to dance rhythmically to the beat of the music , and in between As Multa danced with herself , she felt the tension and residual stress leave her body with a refreshing feeling. When, after fifteen minutes, he finished in the small ruin pub , a large army of foreigners stood up as one man and applauded him , which he said was charming. bowed in return and continued walking. "I have my daily routine!" he said to himself.

Like he was starving. Fortunately, the best, original hamburger buffet happened to be on the way, where they didn't push you squishy ketchup-soaked hamburgers, as is usually the case in some reputable fast food restaurants.

He immediately went in and asked for a huge burger with onions, lettuce, and extra large fries with cheese sauce. He could easily add to the calories, because due to his lucky body shape, even the unfriendly extra kilos seemed to have been deliberately avoided. He took a seat in one of the secluded places, and as soon as his order was ready, he began to snack. He had never eaten such a delicious meal. It did n't even bother him if his face became stained with mustard and ketchup. He wiped it with a napkin.

She finished her lunch in less than ten minutes, and the server, a young boy, couldn't understand how such an exotic, sexy girl could fit so much concentrated food?

- Thanks a lot! - he returned the tray to the guy. - You saved my life!

The guy definitely wanted to ask her if they could run into each other in the near future , but she already took it and left the cozy little bar in a hurry.

She barely noticed her childhood friend , who was already experimenting with a new kind of hair dye , even though she could have easily gone to an affordable hairdresser to get her frizzy hair done properly.

- Hey babe! Don't you know me?! I'm Agi! - he said afterwards.

- Oh, sorry of course! Hi! What's new? - measured him from head to toe. - What happened to you , huh?! - he asks in surprise.

- So, how's my new serum, girl? - he is excited about the question, and he is almost waiting for an answer.

Well... so that I can almost be a little... real... - he hesitates to answer, because under no circumstances does he want a bloody battle with his oldest friend with é.

- I hope it's not that terrible! You know, I was just wondering how you would react! But let's sit down and have a chat if you're ready!

- Why not! I'm free now anyway! - he snaps, because the rest of the day seems to be already drowning in the heat waves of the destructive, African-type heat wave , which is almost impossible to endure in the open spaces.

- That's cool! - Ági is already cheering like a little girl , who seems to have changed nothing in the past decade.

- restaurant, where they seem to know the more exotic lady, because the waiters almost seem to want to treat her with a pretentiousness , which she does with a kind nod of the head. foreclose.

- I see, girl, you are quite popular everywhere , if only in high school!

- Oh, don't even say it! I think Adrienn, Andi and Laura were much more popular. I was kind of a rut duckling... - he croaks loudly.

- Are you joking? Those three graces held their noses up as if they were the first to make Spanish wax! Laugh and laugh! The problem is that I do n't think they wanted to change or make friends! He just took advantage of situations and people!

- Um... possible.

- But he 's gone! How did you know you did n't even come to class? We're so excited! - asks Samásik woman curiously he feels that he cannot lie now.

- Well... I mostly took care of my grandmother, because the poor thing always catches something.

- Come on! Is this some idiotic joke? - the other wonders in surprise.

He shakes his head that he's not kidding.

- But I hope your grandmother is okay? - there is an almost worried silence in Ági 's voice.

- Let's do it! However, I often feel that something bad can happen at any moment, for which you cannot prepare!

- You always exaggerate situations, my dear friend! And what about guys? I guess you still have a handsome , macho guy waiting for you in your apartment, don't you? - a cunning, mischievous light shines in his friend's eyes.

- If you mean Tibi, then I got rid of him because he was a ferret 's trash! He was always busy with his own career , and once I caught him flirting with another woman , whom he later slept with quite a few times! - he admits sadly.

- This capitalist a*****e! How could he do that?! - he surprised me. - Of course... the ages of creation are controlled only by their tails. - he notes after a while. - And do you have children?

The other questioner glanced at him as if he had overheard something :

- You think?!

- It's fine now! I just thought that you have the right to have a family. And there is already a candidate with whom you know... so maybe... something is developing...?

- Not really yet. But recently I met a strange man who still lives with the mother, and I know it's hard to believe, but immediately there was a certain spark and wavelength in common, I'm just still a little afraid to take the plunge...

- Oh dear! There is no need to make life more complicated, when it is often complicated enough anyway. Listen, I'm telling you to go for it! When will you introduce Mr. Romeo?

- You know, this relationship is still so fresh! We talked about going gradually, you understand?

- Of course, but I think you must have already gone to bed? - he giggled a lot.

- Oh, Agi! You can say things that make my head spin! - he blew the big air out of him.

- Why? It's a completely logical conclusion that a wildly sexy girl like you can get anything out of her!

- Pay attention! This awesome man is not like all the other jerks we've dealt with! He even asked for permission to kiss me! Do you understand this?! In today 's world! I think this is a great gift from fate! I don't want to stab you! - he admitted at his level.

- Then tell me, girl, how was your first , real kiss? - he curiously leaned closer to her to hear her every word.

- What can I say...? - he smiled suspiciously. - He tingled and excited at the same time. Like when you taste a juicy , ripe fruit , which is not very sweet , but just enough to make it ferment!

- Introduce me now!

- Good! I'll try!

- And what does your romantic knight do?

- He used to teach literature and Turkish, but now I took it to mean that he wants to start a business, but I didn't want to delve too much into his past, so as not to scare him.

- Of course! He can understand that!

The two friends chatted with each other so meaningfully that they did n't notice that time flew by and it was late afternoon.

- Wow! I don't think we even talked that much in high school! - admitted Ági.

- That's for sure! But thank you very much for giving us the opportunity to work things out. I kiss the children a lot! We could repeat this chat sometime!

- By all means!

They hugged each other confidentially and then walked in opposite directions in the sunshine. He kept thinking about what his friend had told him. If you give your relationship a chance , it does n't necessarily mean that you have to sleep with your boyfriend, only if you are both responsible. they stand on it. _ He crossed at one of the intersections and decided to take a taxi because he did n't feel like using public transportation today.