DISPUTED COMPETITION POSITION

He may have been a bit cold that day, because yesterday he was caught by the quite changeable and rather capricious April weather. Always filigree, and her pretty girlfriend even tried to warn her:

"Honey!" You just stay calm at home! Anyway, you shouldn't come now, because you have a fever, and I'm afraid it could hurt you in the end. �" he carefully caressed his face, covered in sweat, and adjusted his attractive and exotic make-up for the last time in front of the full-length mirror in the hall.

Somehow, in the last couple of years, he really hated the superficial, almost transparent gatherings. Whether it's an event, or a posh gala dinner in some slightly spicy or extremely expensive restaurant, or a nonsensical theater performance that - not surprisingly - turns into a lousy and effect-seeking musical almost immediately with unexpected grotesqueness, where the actors are right in the middle of the drama they suddenly break into dance, and there are many who even try to sing for the sake of variety, even though they have hardly attended voice training classes or even a singing teacher to train their voices in a professional way.

I needed black shoes, dark blue spandex pants, and a white shirt

to pick up.

He hated the dark blue color, the sweater poked him through the shirt, the pants rubbed his thighs. He was tense in the white shirt, like at school celebrations when uniforms were mandatory. At least everyone there had to dress like that,

he didn't hang out of line, and everyone knew that they don't wear masks out of goodwill.

He would have liked to have worn his stretched out gray-black sweater and worn-out jeans everywhere, after all, a person should dress comfortably, and not the garment should wear him, but the person should wear the clothes, as they say.

"Sweetheart, I was really scared and worried about you!" Pay attention! I will visit soon! In the meantime, watch a good movie or two on TV, put in a DVD and watch it in an hour or two. I'll be home. - his voice was so characteristic, almost honey-glazed, fallible, yet worried, that he really couldn't say no to this, even though the theater tickets cost fifteen thousand HUF anyway, because they promised that the audience could meet a for a small kind of friendship with current actors. He couldn't have denied that this information was a minor thorn in his soul.

"Well… be it as you wish, baby!" - he gave in his waist and carefully pulled off the now totally sweaty long-sleeved shirt, the tie, the dark black trousers, and in general the celebratory clothes in which he was preparing for the theater performance.

"Drink a lot of hot tea and cover yourself well!" I promise to come home as soon as possible! - the pretty, beautiful woman caressed her face again, and then she went to the entrance gate in her dreamy evening dress, because as it turned out - thanks to her connections, a medium-sized limousine with dark glass was already waiting for her. It's no use, once you're going to the theater it's fashionable, and flanking is almost essential.

The lady made her way to the theater building in the company of some of her dear friends, and together they went through the security gates, where they exchanged tickets, and then told all five ladies which booth their tickets were for.

Again, they tried to translate the given play into Hungarian from London, with the minor adjustment that the apparently provocative, neo-new wave performance drama, in which certain social actors and gestures are strongly depicted, should be presented in a significantly lighter version in the Hungarian version, precisely because the director , and in general the management of the theater was afraid that the Hungarian audience would not understand the innovative message of the play, or would rather just applaud in a mechanized form, and then simply go home without that characteristic cathartic experience.

The auditorium darkened, the burgundy velvet curtain rose.

Lia wanted to work in the theater so much. Also, the operation of things behind the scenes excited his imagination and imagination. How does it feel to step on stage with a lump in your throat every single day? The constant adrenaline addiction - although for some people - can have a beneficial effect, but for most average people it is not exactly pleasant, not to mention the heart rate of one hundred and twenty.

He liked being surrounded by creative people, because at least he didn't have to constantly face the fact that maximum performance was expected of him almost every day. Murderous maximalism sooner or later can totally grind a person, and then it's a dog world!

"Is something wrong Liácska?" one of her girl friends asked the beautiful lady.

"As a matter of fact, I'm really worried about my boyfriend because he's got a fever and he's feeling really bad." Even now I could hardly hold back and dissuade him from accompanying me here, because, you know, he is so old-fashioned, romantic knight my dear.

"I really envy you, honey!" That's my crazy boyfriend! If he could, he would just sweat in that dingy gym all day, if he has to, if he doesn't, I often feel that he totally neglects me, or that he only needs me for sex. Can you believe this?! - he testified indignantly, even though he really looked as if he had been taken from Victoria's Secret.

"Well... I think it's important that you discussed everything with each other!" Then sooner or later everything will happen! - she noted cautiously, although looking at her friend's pretty little face, that seemed less and less of a likely alternative.

"I wish I was as you say my dear."

Suddenly the auditorium went dark, then the lights were turned off completely and the heavy dark burgundy damask curtain was carefully raised. Already within the first five to ten minutes, diverse characters appeared on stage, starting from hippie brats wearing simple tube pants to people of grandmotherly age, among whom there were also brilliantly built, legendary actors. Not in vain! Everyone needs income, even in a well-oiled machine.

Lia already used the twenty-minute break between the very first first and second act to call her partner on her smartphone as soon as possible and inquire about his well-being.

- Hi dear! Just tell me? How do you feel? he asked worriedly.

"A little better!" I decided to settle in the living room! I'm sipping hot rosehip tea right now. he remarked in a suitably stuffy, stuffy voice.

"Get plenty of rest sweetie!" Promise me you won't do anything messy!

"What's the play like?" the man asked curiously.

"Well... for once, it's definitely a bit... ultra-modern for me, but I promise that when you're better, we'll come together and see it again!" I have to go now because the second act is starting! You hold on! - with that he switched off his mobile phone, because this was taken more and more strictly in the theater building - these days.

"Is everything alright back home, my dear friend?" asked a third friend, who must have been introduced to Lia's private life by the other. Lia made a slightly annoyed face. Look! A person's own private life can no longer be taboo enough.

"As a matter of fact, I want to go home right now, but I don't want to let down my dear acquaintances and friends who count on me!" - she confessed, then tried not to wrinkle her evening dress and sat down in her comfortable armchair-like chair so that the dress could - hopefully - survive the evening.

"You know, your partner Lia is a big mess!" answered the fourth lady.

- Pay attention! I think we should watch the performance carefully! OK?! - he remarked, using all his abilities to concentrate on the stage performance.

After a while, it really seemed as if the talented actors were only playing for Lia and did everything to please her. Although the play promised to be a massive, bloody serious apocalyptic drama, one or two forgivable glitches still slipped through the cracks - purely by chance - so the audience could smile a little or giggle when one or another actor pretended to have really flown through the stage boards.

The third act was surprisingly short, but in her mind Lia was extremely grateful to everyone who made the play, because she could at least run home to her beloved love right away. He quickly changed his jacket from the wardrobe, and luckily he had a good friend who already took him home in his car.

"Honey, I'm here!" Where are you?! he asked in a strange, somewhat muffled voice when he entered the front door.

"I'm here in the living room!" came the weak voice from the living room.

Without caring about anything, Lia stormed into the living room like a small tornado or tsunami, where her partner had made a real sick bed for himself. When he saw that almost only his head was visible from the large amount of warm blankets, he was a little scared and his blood ran cold.

"How are you feeling honey?" Are you in pain? Should I call a doctor?

As it turned out later, calling the doctor was the worst idea so far, because most doctors love to brag about the useless drugs they prescribe, so that they can reduce the patient's wallet a lot.

"I'm about to make another pot of tea!" Good heart?! �" with that he stormed out of the living room into the bathroom; she took a quick shower, changed into comfortable home wear, and returned to the kitchen to put the necessary tea on the kettle.

"I forgot!" Have you eaten anything yet? �" in the meantime, he realized that a stranger question could not possibly be asked at half past twelve at night.

"Well... I didn't really have an appetite..." he mumbled under his practically reddened nose, because his throat hurt too.

"I'm cooking a rich broth, dear!" See it and it will fix it! - Lia, not caring that it was half past twelve at night, already started to clean vegetables and put on a big leg on the ceramic stove and cooked a rich, golden broth for his partner. In the meantime, the exhausted and very sleepy man dozed off again on the sofa in the living room. And Lia tried to move as silently as a professional burglar. When he was done with everything - he hardly noticed it himself - but he was so excited by it all that he didn't feel tired at all, but he went into the bedroom and made himself a bed, since there were only two or three hours left until dawn.

When it was six o'clock in the morning, the man woke up. Luckily, Lia didn't have to work as it was Saturday, so she was allowed a little laziness. He went to the bathroom amid constant sniffles and persistent nose-blowing to relieve himself for the day, watching with some special, affectionate adoration as Lia snored in the bedroom while he made the day's coffee as an integral part of the morning routine.

It was already half past ten in the morning, when Lia woke up, and really eagerly bit into the - fortunately - still fresh cake left over from yesterday with a little butter and latte.

"It's delicious!" he remarked between his greedy bites. "You are so precious that you help a lot even when you are sick!" A real jackpot! I chose well! �" she easily blew him a kiss in the air, even though she would have preferred to kiss him back and forth, which is why she was able to find such a kind and helpful boyfriend.

"How are you feeling, sweetheart?" he asked worriedly.

"Well... I'm still a bit squeamish, and unfortunately I also sniffle!" he confessed shamefully, as if the disease were a sin and not a condition.

- I understand! Then I'll heat up some hot soup, it'll give you strength! �" she jumped up like a swift gazelle to fish out the broth with lots of carrots and snail pasta, which her partner loved so much, from the refrigerator. He put in a medium portion of the microbe and heated it up so much that he could barely bear to take it off the hot plate a few minutes later. Fortunately, kitchen gloves were always invented for such occasions.

"Here, my love!" Feel free to check it out! he put the scalding hot soup in front of him.

- Thank you very much! he replied, still with a runny nose, while looking at her with a grateful look. He didn't dare spoon it into his plate just yet, for fear of scalding his esophagus. For now, he patiently waited for the soup to cool down for a few more moments. He wished he could have smelled the scents, but unfortunately now he had to make do with the vapors of the hot steam that rose from the plate instead of the scents.

- You know what? I thought I could make a delicious chicken paprikash with sour cream, some nokedli, and then we could watch a romantic movie! What do you think?! Would you like it?! - from her girlish voice, it seemed that the man also gained new strength.

"Why not..." he answered weakly, and then he felt that he had to lie back on the couch, because all his remaining strength was leaving him.

In the meantime, the landline phone, which was mounted on the wall in the dining area, right next to the kitchen, rang.

"I'll pick it up honey!" You need to rest! �" Lia was already flying to pick up the phone. It was the man's mother to inquire how things were going with them.

- Hi Liácska! So how are you? How is my sweet precious big boy? - he tried to inquire a little too confidentially.

"I kiss your hand, Aunt Margitka!" Well, the situation is that Gábor has a bit of the flu, but he is recovering nicely. - he did quickly, so that the overzealous mother would not believe that her son was hovering between life and death.

�" The most important thing is to drink warm liquids several times and to sweat out the disease with warm blankets! - the mother made her own observations about the soul of her son's girlfriend.

"Yes!" I understood! How are you? he tried to change the subject.

"Thank you for your question, dear!" Well, I have a problem or two, but who doesn't, right?! I will visit you soon! I eat a good broth and something delicious to go with it.

"I just made a hearty soup last night, with lots of vegetables and snail pasta!" he says measuredly.

"At night?" - the retired woman was shocked for a moment. "But my sweet girl, it's customary to sleep at night and not to work!" Cooking is the least!

"The truth is, Aunt Marika, that I needed a little extra work that calms me down and keeps me busy." he confessed shyly. Although he was really fond of his friend's mother, he was a little afraid that she would make more critical comments about their lifestyle than she should, due to her strong affection for his friend's mother.

"I'll take care of one or two more things, girl, and then I'll go to you!"

"Oh…that's going to be really great!" he swallowed a big gulp.

"Then all the best until then!" - he immediately disconnected the line, because in the last few years he has become surprisingly sensitive to telephone bills, not only to the fees of utility bills.

Lia returned to the living room, and seeing her partner snoring pleasantly, she thought for the time being that she would have plenty more Brest.

Soon, around ten o'clock in the morning, they both heard the intercom squealing, which could only mean one thing: the man's mother had arrived.

Lia went to open the door as well, mentally trying to prepare herself for what practices and good advice her mother-in-law would provide her with for the near future. He sincerely hoped that now that his son would be sick, he would not rub it under his nose, so that he could keep a little more order in their home. "There will be no problem!" - he tried to gather all the strength he could.

The man's mother did indeed arrive and bought a few things on the way anyway, not that she didn't trust her son's new girlfriend enough, but it's better to be sure, right?!

"Hello my dears!" How are you?! he asked as he successfully got rid of his belongings.

"I kiss your hand, Aunt Margit!" - Lia kissed her mother-in-law on the cheek already.

"How many times do I have to tell you, my little one, that you can take care of yourself!" After all, I'm not some scrappy old woman! he asked himself. "And where is my precious big boy?" - he looked around the cozy little apartment.

"He's resting in the living room!" He just ate the delicious broth. he stated somewhat proudly that you. He is also able to take care of the one he really loves.

"Oh, or something!" - the shy woman now quickly went to the living room and assessed her son's worn-out and worn-out condition in detail.

- Hello Darling! How do you feel? - he already felt his forehead to see if he had a fever, and then made a cold water poultice, like when he was a child, when his immune system was weak. Fortunately, some things don't change.

"Can I get some coffee or something?" - Lia tried to avoid the frosty mood.

- Yes thank you! A little latte would actually be nice right now.

Lia had already gone to the kitchen and poured a cup of the freshly brewed coffee, adding a little milk, then returned to the living room and carefully handed the porcelain cup to the woman.

"Well, my sweet girl!" I really shouldn't have put the coffee in porcelain for my liking! he noted. There was a slight rebuke in his voice.

- No no! Dear mom! This is how it should be done! - he took over from her, and the woman nodded a couple of times in approval.

The man soon awoke and was slightly startled to find his mother sitting next to him on the edge of the oversized couch, monitoring his condition.

- Hi Mom! It just didn't happen… something wrong?! - asked.

"My treasure!" Fear nothing as long as you see me! I was just visiting you guys and I arrived just in time! �" which was not exactly true, as he was primarily curious about his son's health.

"Oh... I see..." at this moment, the man was overcome by a stomach-churning, persistent nausea, and he got up from the couch as fast as he could so that he could go to the toilet in time to throw up. Even so, her girlfriend was ahead of her, because when she finished she gently and carefully wiped her plaqued mouth and supported her back into the living room.

"Oh my dear!" It's not half a joke! Go to the doctor immediately! At least get yourself tested! - suggested the mother. He did this in almost every case when he was faced with a health problem of unknown origin that he did not understand and could not explain. Such was the case, among other things, when her son had allergy symptoms from childhood, but the mother insisted that her son be subjected to a full allergy test, which - over the years - became a bit cheesy.

"I'm fine, dad..." the man moaned as he returned to the comfort of the sofa.

The two gentle and caring women now really depended on every small and big request and wish, and they were happy from it, if only in their selflessness they could help in anything.

"Did you eat something?" Do you have any food left? he asked the question.

"I just bought it this week!" Lia said. He knew that sooner or later his mother-in-law would scold him under his nose.

- Just asking! �" was the answer, which Lia couldn't really place, after all, if you're just interested without any specific purpose, then what's the point of asking certain things taken for granted?

"And by the way, how did they live?" - he asked now curiously looking at his son or his girlfriend.

�" I think we understand each other perfectly and can adapt to each other's needs! - said Lia with folded hands, but at the same time with a slightly mischievous, mysterious smile.

"Oh, come on!" - the mother was surprised, having guessed many things. "Well, I'm very happy about that."

"So are we..." the man moaned. "What's wrong with you, mom?" You look tired! his son noticed his mother's sunken face.

"There's nothing wrong with me, my dear, just this damn clock change!" It almost blows your mind! �" which was half true, since the woman had been struggling with pathological insomnia almost all her life.

"Are you sure you don't need anything?" asked Lia this time.

- I'm fine! I have your happiness k is the most important! - it seemed that he wanted to get to the end of this somewhat embarrassing conversation, so he diverted the conversation:

- Imagine there was a flea market in the neighboring street and I managed to find an original rocking chair and a typewriter. I thought it would be good for something. Of course, it doesn't hurt if I renovate the rocking chair a bit! �" He knew that his son would have liked a rocking chair, but unfortunately it wouldn't have fit in their small apartment, unlike his mother's family home.

"That sounds really good..." his son sighed, then tried to close both eyes and snort a little.

"We're planning to take a small vacation on a small island!" Maybe Fiji... - Lia came up with the idea.

- HE! This is a very smart idea! I would also like to go back to Prague that way, but I am always secretly afraid that the money could be used for something else! After all, you never know. Not true?!

"Yes!" There is no doubt about it! Lia agreed. �" I have already organized everything, and it would be so nice to break away from the busy and somewhat depressing everyday world so that you can recharge your batteries and feel that things really do make sense. he admitted.

"I can only approve, dear!" And when would you like to leave? - he inquired, as if he would be very happy to help with anything.

"Well... we don't know that yet!" The most important thing is that Gábor recovers as soon as possible, and then we'll see!

"Right!" You are smart, baby!

It began to get dark, and although the sun had only set a long way, the woman was still plagued by doubts, since she had heard so much on the news about how they like to rob and break into mainly attractive family houses, thinking that she is not staying or living there nobody, and even though his neighbors were fantastically helpful and angelic people who kept helping him, it never hurts to be careful and be part of it. Thus, the woman soon began to pick and prepare.

"Well…then that would be fine!" he stated the situation. �" If there were any problems with the landline or the smartphone, you can easily reach me! - he carefully stroked his son's sweaty forehead one last time, then stood up and prepared to leave. Lia escorted him out the front door to the elevator.

"Just listen baby!" I didn't want to talk about this in front of Gábor, but could I ask you a favor? he turned to her confidentially when they were waiting for the elevator. Lia was a little scared that what could be so important to her mother-in-law?

"Come on, take it easy!"

- If anything goes wrong and your relationship doesn't last the weight of time, please promise me that my son will always be able to count on you, because you know he was a terribly vulnerable child all his life, and I feel that his sensitive soul still has a lot of everything hurts. - said the woman suspiciously, then got into the elevator and went home. And Lia went back to the apartment thinking.

The next day Gábor felt much better. His nausea seemed to be over, his fever was down, and at least he wasn't as chronically and unbearably runny as he had been all week.

"How are you feeling baby?" - asked Lia, settling down on the couch in the living room, who barely dared to close her eyes all night, because she was very worried about her partner.

"Absolutely fine!" My throat is no longer a dog's problem! he admitted in a normal human voice this time.

- I'm very happy about it! he finally kissed her mouth. "How about a little trip?" Let's say we could go near Visegrád to the Danube Bend? I know a great hiking route there, and it's really not that strenuous! What do you think?! he asked with interest.

"That's a very good idea!"

"Is something wrong dear?" �" Lia noticed that Gábor's facial expression seemed to have changed, he had become more pensive.

"It's nothing, I was just thinking!" Mommy is acting so… special these days, isn't she?! he immediately got to the point.

"I don't think there's any problem with him because he adores you and was very scared." At the same time, it's a bit strange that sometimes he really has minor or major problems. "For now, he didn't want to admit what he promised the woman when he was here yesterday."

"You're implying something, but I don't know what you want to say!" he looked at her questioningly.

- Well! I can tell you! Your mother promised me that if anything goes wrong, or if we break up, I will take care of you under all circumstances! That's all that happened! No more, no less! he snapped out of it, and he already felt a little better from the mental relief.

"This is… very strange… do you think I should start worrying?" he looked at her with a fearful look.

"Ah, I think it's unnecessary!" - he waved lightly. - The most important thing is that you should never panic, but consider the state of affairs in accordance with the situation. Do you agree?!

"You might be right..." he thought. Confused, pensive furrows were visible on his face.

- Pay attention! I say that all difficult or seemingly hopeless situations can be solved and overcome together! Dear word! I promise! he raised his right hand as if swearing.

"I hope it will be like that..." we answered the man is still lost.