Leblouche's diary

15. The family reunion (1)

For several years, I had lived in Nice for my studies and to have my own life, so I had to leave my home and my family. But even though we're separated, we call each other from time to time.

*DRING DRING*

"Hello, who is it?" I asked.

"Hello? Is this my favorite cousin?" asked the person on the phone.

"Oh no... Not him!" I whispered.

I instantly recognized this voice, the annoying voice that I fear the most, that of my cousin: Petru. The reason I have a hatred towards him is because he always sells himself about his money (his parents are rich) and also because he has a passion for putting others down.

"Ah! Petru, what a pleasure to hear you!" I grumbled with false joy.

"Me too, it's been a long time since we last spoke. Do you know why I'm calling you?" Petru asked.

"No why? It's rare that you call me." "It's better that you never call me" I thought.

"Well, next Saturday will be the day when the "riunione di famiglia" will take place at my house"

"Ah yes, it's true, the meeting is already close?" I wondered.

Twice a year our family has a big family reunion where all our relatives and distant cousins ​​come to eat and chat. The first during the start of the year and the second during the Christmas period.

"Yes, it will take place at 4:15 p.m. and finish at 10:45 p.m., I hope you can attend"

"Yes of course! Well I don't want to bother you for too long-"

"Oh, but you don't bother me, I'm also calling to check on you. So how are you?"

"Oh meh, pretty good..." "Hang up for god sake! Hang up! "

"I'm doing very well, my father promised me that I will take over the company in the future, I'm enjoying my vacation..."

"Oh well..." "Here we go again..."

"And how is your life going, I'm sure you envy mine *Laughs*"

"Oh my life, it's going well, I have a good job, a good apartment... A normal life" "And BIM! In your face! "

"An apartment in the Parisian suburbs I bet, that's for sure, it's perhaps better than my villa in Marseille *Laughs*"

"Ah the bastard!" I thought, my eyes trembling. "*Nervous laughs* And so how is your relationship situation going"

"My girlfriend and I were planning to get married next month, we've been together for three years now"

"Oh congratulations on your wedding! I'm very happy for you." I said with an (almost) sarcastic tone.

Petru's words irritated me so much that I was about to break my landline because I was holding it so tightly out of rage.

"And I suppose you're still single, it's not by writing Chinese on computers that you're going to find a girlfriend my dear cousin. But hey, it's your choice, after all it's a little too late ."

"I work there Petru, I work there..." "Zittu digià è raccroche ! (Shut up already and hang up!)"

Well I have other interesting things to talk to you about, but it's nice to hear you cousin, at the reunion-"

Just as he was about to finish his sentence, I hung up the phone furiously. After having chained a long list of insults in Corsican, I calm down to avoid disturbing the neighbors.