The love of a bandit or an affair with a Gypsy
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– Now. Wait a minute.
Valya silently retreated out the door.
The phone greeted the negligent hostess affably and showed the main screen. Nina dialed her mother's number several times.. At first there were long beeps, and then the phone stopped answering at all. The plastic tube insisted that the subscriber was out of reach.
– Maybe it's discharged? Nina said awkwardly, looking at Valya?
– Get a sister! Valya commanded.
– Uh, well, I don't seem to communicate with her…
– Nina, I'm going to punch you! Dial your sister immediately! Are you crazy? Do you even know what you've done?
– Natasha, hi, don't yell into the phone. What about Mom? I can't reach her.
The girl's tense face showed that the news were sad. She tried to justify herself, began to sob excitedly, Nina began a form of hysteria.
Valya did not hear the conversation, but she realized that something very terrible had happened. Nina hung up and said:
– Mom's in the hospital. She has a suspected heart attack.
Chapter 8
– Mom, Mom… My dear. Please, God, make Mom get better. Please, Lord, I will never leave her again, I will never worry, please, You are the Almighty. Please help Mom, please heal her. Please, please, please.
Nina muttered a prayer to herself and out loud, kissed her cross, washed her face with tears, while Valya in the front seat pointed out to the taxi driver where it was better to park near the hospital.
Natasha, wearing a white robe, was already waiting for the girls on the first floor. When Natasha saw Valya, she looked at her with such gratitude and love, with which she did not look at her own sister.
– Valentina, thank you for coming and… Natasha awkwardly thanked Valya, but her eyes were – instead of a thousand words, full of tears, pity and sadness.
Valya quickly put her hand on Natasha's shoulder:
– Natalie, what are you doing? Calm down! How is Tatiana Sergeevna? How is her health? What do the doctors say?
– They say that this is an acute coronary syndrome, a pre-infarction condition. It is necessary to undergo treatment now, then complete rest and rest. No nerves, you know. I came home from work in the evening, my mother is nervous, she says, go look for Nina. I tell her, Ma, she's sitting somewhere with her friends or she's stuck in a food court at the mall. After 22:00, the guards will expel them all, don't worry.
I took a shower, ate and just passed out, I was on my feet all day, I had no strength. At 5:00, my mother woke me up, pale as death herself, said that she walked around our neighborhood all night, Nina is nowhere to be found. The phone is not answering. I jumped up, called the police, but they didn't accept the application. They said, let the time pass, your teenager would show up, and they would not issue an application ahead of time in vain. I called the hospitals until 8:00, I didn't dare to go to the morgues, I just didn't raise my hand. Yes, you know I called to all the hospitals in Moscow.
We ran to school, we thought maybe she was scared, but she would come to school in the morning. Like nothing happened, and my mom and I were ashamed to make a row in front of classmates and teachers. I asked off at work, said I was on sick leave. We spent several lessons with my mother in the school yard, and from there she was taken away by ambulance. I was so scared for my mother that I was no longer up to the loss. I came to my senses in the evening when this fool dialed me herself.
I spent the whole day running for medicines, collecting bed linen, slippers, and a bathrobe for my mother. While I was running, our doctor said that the crisis was over. They applied on time, they didn't let lie down at home. And if they had gone home to "lie down", it is unknown what would have ended up. It's good that I called my mom's friends in dentistry, they immediately found a place in the hospital and a wonderful cardiologist.
Valya, I was so scared, I thought my mother was dying," – Natasha said through tears. All the stress, horror and fear that Natasha so courageously kept to herself all day broke through the dam of bitter tears. The girls were sitting hugging, on the first floor, two friends who had never been exes. It's just that life separated them for a while, but in difficult times it became clear that each of them remained a person, a good person.
– Natasha, dear, while Nina is with her mother, I'll tell you something… Don't be nervous. But we have to make a decision.
Valya told everything: from Nina's meeting on the floor to her arrival at the hospital.
Natasha was sitting neither alive nor dead. Fear for her sister, hatred for Ilya, the disclosure of the main motives of his interest in the family finished off Natasha. Clutching her mouth with her palm, she flew like a bullet to the toilet. Natasha came back wet and cold, her teeth were chattering, it seemed that the girl was dipping into the washbasin with her head, or maybe it was. Valya could not keep silent about Nina, who foolishly almost killed her mother, and maybe she herself would have lost her life from intoxication of the body, nor about the bastard plan that the bastard endured like a native child.
Natasha told her friend that Ilya began to behave too nervously, hinted at a wedding, against which the girl basically had nothing, but there was one nuance. Ilya stipulated that after the wedding, he and Natasha would move into a two-bedroom apartment (with his residence permit, of course), and Tatiana Sergeevna and Nina would go to live in Ilya's one-bedroom apartment. For Natasha, this was a strange condition, she sincerely did not understand and tried to convince her beloved. She was flattered that he wanted to improve their living conditions, the only thing that confused her was the improvement at the expense of her family. Natasha convinced him that he could take out a loan and calmly change his apartment for two, or even three. Hearing this, Ilya went berserk, he yelled at the bride for a long time and called her a fool for the first time. Natasha was sobbing, sitting on the couch, on which her sister almost poisoned herself later. The doorbell made her come to her senses, through the closed door to the only room, Natasha realized that the landlady of the apartment had come to claim the debt and threatened eviction with the police. Strangely, Ilya promised to repay the debt exactly after the wedding date.
It was the last date of the future newlyweds. Natasha was an adult, working girl, she silently put on her shoes, dressed and closed the door behind her. Ilya, of course, did not stop her. She was bitter, disgusted, disgusted. Natasha walked to the subway intuitively, not taking apart the road. She did not cry, but only bit her lips until they bled and blinked her dry eyes often, often. She really wasn't offended by the smelly bedbug with the ever-soiled toilet bowl, which she honestly filled with everything she could find from Domestos to sulfuric acid, but it only had to be burned. Not for the money he borrowed from her, and she paid off the debt with a salary and a credit card. Not for strange acquaintances and eternal secrets in SMS and phone conversations. She was hurt because she really liked him. He had a zest, he could be funny, courageous, gentle and very personable. He knew how to throw dust in her eyes, and behind all this storm in a glass of water, Natasha trusted and did not see the main thing – falsehood from beginning to end.