NEVER SAY NEVER

Chaper 9

As we walked through the cashier, Victor looked at the salesman, grabbed me by the waist, and pulled me to him. Easy, but passionately kissed me. The salesman lost his smile, and he was disgusted on his face. We went to the grandstand. Victor hinted that I should sit as high as possible. We sat down, and I asked, "Why a belt?" He looked puzzled, raising his eyebrows.
"Why didn't you catch me ..."
"For your ass?"
"No! I thought ... "He kissed me again, and laughed.
The whole match was tense, he was nervous. He certainly caught my quizzical look, but continued to look at the clenched pitch. He squinted in the seat, and when I finally wanted to ask him about it, he said:"I'm going to the water and the food. Do you want anything? "I began to think.
"Oh, waffles. Of course, for you all, Waffle Girl, " he smiled.

The match was over, but Victor was nowhere. I looked everywhere around me to see him somewhere. The phone was not picking up. Nothing.
When the match ended I creaked into the buffet looking for him. I analyzed every single face, but neither was Victor with them. I crept to the men's pockets and waited for them to happen. With my handbags, I fished the phone again and dialed its number. He picked up after the fifth ring. But there was a woman's voice. His mom? No, it's not. The voice sounded young. So from eighteen to twenty-five.
"Who is it?" Said an unknown girl.
"Is Victor there?"
"That's she one ... friend," I catch a voice in the background. Female friend? It wasn't like a date? He kissed me!
Someone canceled the call. Great. I was scared. I remembered myself and came out of view. I called a cab. I stood there confused, uncertain, it was a mixture of anger and surprise and ... but I don't know. This is nothing like Victor.
I broke down because he blew a taxi at me. I got in. I had a feeling that chills caught me in the summer. The cab driver checked my face. He could have been thirty or thirty-five. He got on the gas, and the car moved toward the exit. It was an old messy Seat. He got on the gas, and the car moved to the exit.
"So Domens ... twenty-three?" The cabbie asked, looking at the road.
"Yes, there." He nodded. I looked out the window, and thought. The landscape behind the window changed like a fast film strip.
"Alone?" The taxi driver pulled me out of his thoughts.
"What?" I asked in confusion. He smiled.
"The match. "You were there alone?" he said, turning for a moment, but then he looked back on the road again. Betrayed speed.
"With friends," I lied.
"And where are those friends?" Well, I didn't think so.
"Hm ... they stayed," I yacht. You cleared your throat and put on your sunglasses. In the rearview mirror she could see her faint brown eyes. Like a dog. People with brown eyes are said to be loyal.
"Because you seemed to be downcast."
"Hm ... are we meeting?" he laughed.
"Does it matter?" He jerked the steering wheel to the right until it hit me on the window. The car cranked up a bit, and then it returned to normal. I conceded, and walked my hand over my hair.
"No, no. Just ... "
"I understand. But I think you're younger than me, right? "I nodded. He turned to my street. He stopped in front of my house, and reached out.
"Miro." It took me a while to understand that he introduced himself.
"Ema," I said shyly. He took my hand and kissed her. He bowed and held out his other hand. I puzzled at his hand. He smiled. Hand gesturing money gesture.
I put my hand in my purse, opened my wallet, and rummaged through it.
"Well, I have a lack of money. I only have two euros. I handed them to him, but he pushed my hand back.
"It will be my ... corporate secret. Our. "He blinked. I got out of the car.
"Bye, Ema," he said farewell.
"Bye." He nodded. A tiny smile flickered on my face. He probably didn't even notice him. That's good.
I noticed she had a wedding ring on her finger. Previously, I saw that he had one, but I didn't know he was engaged. So he was nice, friendly, and not just because I was probably liking him. Brown eyes. Loyalty. I smiled in my mind, and for a moment I forgot the negative experiences of today.
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I unlocked the front door, and headed for my room. As I walked past the kitchen, I noticed Robo cooking something, so I stopped. He had kitchen glove on his hands. He took a plate from the stove and smelled his work of art created in the oven. He took out the plates, set the table, and folded the chairs. He was probably washing the floor. Model bro. He looked up at me. He raised his forefinger - as if to wait until he finished. He doesn't like being disturbed. He is very hardworking, purposeful, confident, and persistent. That's why he's up in San Jose, California. He took it so far. I'm proud of him. Although it may not be younger siblings to tell their older siblings, but what. So what? Is it perhaps a law? I couldn't care who says what to say. Doesn't one have any freedom at this time? I don't care, but I don't care.
Besides my parents, he is a great role model for me, and a loving brother. That sounded strange. So what? What should I do? I also want to go abroad to study. To Scotland. I do not know if it will work, if I succeed, but who does not know it, and he fails. As one great person has said, it's always better to try and disappoint, rather than regret that you haven't tried it at all. My motto? Absolutely! Robo put down his apron on which the false bricks were displayed.He nodded to me.

"Hi. Laco not home?"

"Hi! Yes, it is not. He went with a friend, "he replied. He likes to answer Yes, no or No, it is. He claims he caught it from English grammar. It seems allogical. He leaned over to my ear.

"But I don't believe him," he whispered to me. He straightened again.
"How about you?" He sat down and started eating.
"All right," I replied bored. He gazed into my eyes.
"Well, I don't think so. But ... your thing. "I was glad he didn't ask any more. Even understanding. Do I deserve such a brother? Not. Does he deserve me? Hm ... how do I know?!  I still ask such nonsensical questions. Oh, my mind. Stop playing In my mind! That was a metaphor if you didn't understand. Metaphor, epithet ... who cares? Yes. Quite clear - professor of literature.
I wanted to pick up, but Robo jumped out of his chair and put it on my plate. Oh yes. Mr. Fiddler.
"Good taste of the wise, and good-hearted sister - mine, Ema!" He smiled at me.
"I'm not a little kid. I swallow my mouth.
"You know, I'll go away in a few days, and moreover, it tastes better when you cook, and someone else takes it. You don't feel the effort, so don't worry, you see? ' You don't feel the strain.
I watched food from every angle. Robo laughed.
"Wasabi," he explained.
I fretted with appetite and praised him.
We ate, and Robo washed the dishes. He asked me to wait in the living room.
I watched the ticking of the analog clock on the wall above the living room entrance. If only time had passed. No, it's not. Everything is as it should be. Don't I know?
Robo sat in a light leather chair. When our mother arranges, always only light colors. I repeat - always. I like her. And I will not leave out my father. He is also an important person in my life.
Robo stood up and walked around the room. Up-down, up-down.
"Well, with Maj, I want to ... just ... I just want to propose to her." A clear sign - be quiet, wait, let him finish the thought.
"And I would ask you to help me come up with a surprise and possibly a crime scene. Even with Laco. He doesn't know about it yet. I intend it to be something he won't forget. Something special. Originally, you see? "I nodded quickly, stood up, and hugged him. And gladly he returned the hug to me.
"All the newspapers in this family, listen. First child, and now this! Great, that's amazing! I look forward to you. "He laughed joyfully.
He shouted piercingly, cheerfully.
"When Laco arrives, I'll tell him. Parents already know, "he added.
As soon as he said it, the door opened. Laco punched in. He hit the wall.
"There's no walking on the grass, it's laughing on the grass!" Robo looked at me.
"I guess we'll let him know later." Laco squirmed again, and Robo fired from his seat, shooting him back. I went to help him.
"Mom and dad must not know this," I whispered horribly.
We gave a secret mystery. It has been our tradition since ancient times. We brought Laco to bed and put him in bed.

I came into the room, and I found missed calls - Eric, and missed messages - Eric. What did he want again? He won't stop bothering, will he?
I opened a senseless preservation with him.
Eric: Hi, I heard you were at the game as it was?
What the hell does she say?!
Then the call flashed, and I saw an incoming call from Petra.
"Hi, Petra."
"Hey! are you have a good time? "I put my cell phone against my chest and took a few deep breaths.
"Great."
"Is that it?" I could feel my pulse pulsing at my fingertips. I remembered again. A mixture of anger and confusion emerged again.
I pulled in and breathed out.
"Yes everything. Are you disappointed? "I covered myself with a blanket, although it was warm, but I had chills on my body.
"Should I come to you?" Asked Petra, as if feeling something in the air.
"No, I need to regenerate. It was up to me today. "I replied truthfully.
"So good Ema."
"Good." She folded.
I put my phone in a drawer so that it doesn't shine at night. Even if it only takes part. The radiation is strong. Abominations.
Dressed in my jeans and shirt I overslept.