Ex vs. New

The first rays of the sun arose. On the side the clock showed 5 o'clock, on the other side Dominik was still sound asleep. During the fierce action, I did not have the opportunity to observe this specimen more closely. He had beautiful long lashes, and although he didn't look like an athletic figure, he didn't actually have a drop of excess on his body… in fact, his arms looked so muscular as he was bent… Too bad… The Sex was really amazing…

"Yuck!"

As I moved I felt the bed was soaking wet… that is, well soaked in my satisfaction.

I got myself together. I had to go because he's a different category than me. I was very sorry because who knows when will I have time to get together with such a talented sex god again, but it was clear that yesterday was only a one-time thing, if he wakes up and finds me here, there is a good chance of throwing bus money to me, and that would be a pretty much embarrassing scene.

On the way out of the hotel, no one stopped me, so I grabbed the first taxi and was home by 6 p.m. I took a bath, washing away the last traces of the wonderful night and then went into the company.

"I'm really sorry."

I apologized after outlining the situation to Timi.

" It wasn't your fault. That bastard already made trouble to Klari too, but he got away with it more easily. You were in the wrong place at the wrong time."

"I know, but even then the incident was at the expense of the company's reputation."

"You really don't have to resign because of that."

"But I want to. Thank you for everything, but it's time to get back to my own profession."

Of course I couldn't say that I fucked with the hotel director and I don't want to work as a maid anymore, and that's a fact. I didn't learn just to clean.

"I understand. As for the Meridian… you don't have to worry, even if they change their minds, they won't find you, I guarantee this."

She patted my shoulder with a smile.

I spent the rest of the day with sending my resume to various job offers. That's when my phone rang. It was a reminder message that my ID card is about to expire and I have to renew it within 2 months. I was reminded of the story of the previous ID making.

I remember I had to go straight from the hairdresser to the district office, that idiot hairdresser screwed up my hair to the point, I swore to God that I'll never step into a hairdressing salon ever again. That means I asked for a little cut back then and got some disgusting bangs of horror… I took out the old card.

"Oh, I was still applying makeup here. I don't even remember where I kept my lipsticks. When did I become so ugly?"

I looked in the mirror. It wasn't just because of the makeup, I didn't resembled at all to the person on the 4 year old picture. I wasn't that fat at the time either, I was 72kg next to a height of 169cm, but thanks to the 13kg I lost in the last few months, I'm racing out anorexic next to my old self.

Eventually, I put the ID back in my wallet and went to bed to sleep.

The next two weeks were filled by me walking around for job interviews on a daily basis. Somehow no one wanted to hire me.

"Maybe my experience is scary? Or would I be overqualified? But when it comes to organizing events, they all count as a plus, don't they? "

I complained to Ani.

"Maybe you're asking for too much salary."

She brought out a plate of tiramisu.

"Would 500.000 be a lot?"

"Probably yes. How much was your starting salary long ago?"

"Around 300.000, if I remember correctly."

"Then think about it."

"Even a waiter gets paid better."

I took the fork, I didn't want to tell her the truth… but I probably really asked for a lot. "If you think, at my workplace, they're looking for a showcase organizer. I can help you get the job."

Ani was working in the HR section at a larger clothing chain.

"Then should I go to all the shops in the country and arrange the shop windows?"

"Yes. Nut, actually it's just a 4 hour job.

"Forget it. "

I added a huge dose of creamy cake to my mouth.

"Hmmm."

It didn't taste like it usually did, but I forced it down.

"What's wrong?

"Couldn't something be wrong with this cake?"

"Don't you like it?"

"I don't know, I got a little nauseous."

"Seems good to me."

She tasted it too.

I refused to test my luck on salmonella, so I gave back the piece of cake.

The phone rang in Timi's office.

"Yes, please?"

"I'm a Meridian hotel employee. Recently, one of your employees quarreled with a guest."

"Oh yes! WHAT WAS HER NAME… Helen? Or Helga? She actually resigned immediately after that incident and I couldn't reach her since then."

"What?"

"You know, that woman was on probation at the time, we didn't even record her data because someone recommended her. She would have come to sign a contract after the Meridian."

"Then contact…"

"Unfortunately, there is nothing like that. It could have been something of a disposable phone because the number she gave was completely deaf. I wanted to pay for at least that one day, but she was unreachable. I'm sorry I couldn't help you."

And hung up.

Since I didn't want to stay home anymore, I continued to post my resume with minimal pay, not just in an event management job. I grabbed the first job what called me back. I didn't know if I should cry or laugh when I showed up on rehearsal day.

I applied for a very nicely circumscribed job advertisement that stated "the goal was to promote products, gather and evaluate customer feedback, and develop better marketing. Well, in reality, it had to be food tasting. Standing behind a paper table for 12 hours and offer customers snacks with sausages. If I had already climbed to the other half of the city I thought I would make some money. I also got a couple packs of salami for free, so the conditions weren't so bad… of course I wouldn't take this job in the long run, but until there's something else I mean... Of course, for me, nothing turns out the way I'd like these days, so as soon as I unpacked the first serving of sausage and was struck by the greasy spicy smell my stomach contents immediately jumped into my throat.

'It's weird… but yesterday's pizza or the morning coffee could make mi feel like this.'

I unpacked the sausage with confidence, but the more packages I opened, the longer I could smell it, the worse I felt. After just half an hour, I started vomiting. I didn't get far from the tasting table and threw up in the trash in front of the customers.

Needless to say, I didn't get my paycheck that day.

"I don't think I need to come to this mall again."

I ran out of the staff walkway, covering my face.

"I'll never go to that cafe again. I knew that capuchino tastes weird… why did I drink it? The milk was really bad!"

I grumbled like that when I accidentally bumped to someone.

"Ow! "

I hopped to the ground.

" I'm so sorry… are you all right?"

The helping hand reached out to me.

" It was my fault, I was immersed in my thoughts."

I held the hand, which pulled me up from the ground. Only after I dusted myself off did I look at who I was able to bump into. A surprised young woman was standing in front of me. I tried to pretend that I didn't recognize her and walk away, but of course she wouldn't let me.

"Don't get mad, but can we have a coffee?"

" I don't think we have any common theme."

"I have some really good pictures of the boys that I'd love to send to you."

"Does she want to blackmail me with pictures about my kids? Why? She stole my family, and now she even want to kick me? No way...

"Their father will send it over."

"The price of the pictures is a coffee."

"I don't drink coffee, especially after today."

I muttered in the end.

"Please!"

She clung to me. Passers-by began to notice us…

Is she seriously performing a bad ex-wife hurting the new woman play?

Because if so, it worked for her.

5 minutes later we sat in a nearby cafe.

"I'm not going to be polite because I'm 7 years older."

I said.

"Naturally."

"What do you want?"

"We've never met."

" And it that was perfect that way."

"I would like to introduce myself. I'm Kamilla Czeke."

"Nobody asked."

I sat at the table with a stiff, indifferent look. Crossed my arms and legs, it could have been a bit of a scary sight. Mili snapped, not expecting this behavior. A cynical smile sat on my face.

"What is it? You didn't actually thought that, just because I let go of my husband so smoothly then I would be nice to the thief, did you? Don't fool yourself… I'm a human too, and there's no person in the world who would be nice with someone who steals her family.

" I didn't steal it!"

"My sons call you mother… while they can't honor me with a shitty phone call?"

She suddenly fell silent, I think she was surprised that I know how she completely took over my role.

"No… not my fault! Kevin never loved you! Why did you have to force a marriage if you were aware of it?"

" He didn't pull a condom."

I said coldly. Anyway, I've been asking myself this question a hundred times a day for months and the answer has always been the same. I was stupid.

-"Why don't your kids like you? Have you ever considered this? Yet how could I stole what was never yours."

Then a glass of water splashed on her face.

"I didn't have time to think about it… because I was too busy to make money to finance the standard of living they expected."

I stood up and headed for the exit.

" If I could give birth… I would dedicate every minute of my life to my child!"

She shouted, crying after me.

I didn't turn back… I just remarked.

"If I had the chance, I would have done it that way too."

With that, I left the sobbing little girl.