Resta con me • Chapter 4 (angol fordítás)

RESTA CON ME

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Chapter 4

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year

As I opened my eyes, I saw Stephan wasn’t next to me. I got out of bed quickly but then the door opened, and he stepped through. He looked adorable. His eyes looked at me sleepily, his hair was messy and was standing up funnily.

“Are you in a rush to somewhere?” He climbed back next to me and kissed me.

“No, I just didn’t know where you were.”

“I just popped out for a second, but I wouldn’t leave you for a minute, especially now that we got to this point.”

“I’m glad.”

“What do you want to do today?”

“I don’t know ... I have to buy my ticket home soon.”

“You’re going? Right now?”

“Yes, I’m going home for Christmas.” I looked at him. “You will be with your family during the holidays, no?”

“Yes, but I thought you’d be with me. Will you be back for New Years’ Eve?”

“Do you want me to?”

“Very much so. Especially that the team’s a champion. By the way, I wanted to invite you to the Christmas party.”

“Sorry sweetie, but I have to go home on the twentieth.” I looked at him and hugged him. “But you could come with me.”

“Yeah, sure. No.”

“Why? It would be fun.”

“The fans would tear me apart.”

“That’s adorable how you think the world’s revolving around you.” I looked at him and kissed his cheek.

“Because that’s how it is,” he said, and I laughed.

“We could go into the city. It’s beautiful now that the snow has fallen, and everything is decorated. Let’s go out for a walk. Please!”

“All right.” We dressed up quickly and we went to do some shopping. To buy Christmas presents for home and I helped Stephan shop too. The whole day went well. In the afternoon, we bumped into a few of his teammates and their girlfriends and we sat into a nice little restaurant. This was the first time Stephan introduced me as his girlfriend. After a glass I excused myself to the toilet and a black-haired girl who was Zlatan’s girlfriend, Alexandra, came with me.

“How long do you know each other for?” She looked at me.

“For six months now. We met in a funny way, he hit me with his bike.”

“Seriously?”

“Yes. I think it’s fate.”

“Me and Zlatan met through my job. Of course, since then we’re on and off. This goes for two weeks now. Sometimes he is aggressive and quick tempered. I love him but when he clicks, he shouts and hits.”

“Stephan’s not like that. It’s strange that two best friends can be that different.”

“It is. Is my outfit okay?” She looked at me and turned around. She had a black skirt and a sparkling pink top on with high heeled boots.

“Very much so. I couldn’t walk on those boots.”

“Tell you what, me neither but Zlatan loves these.” She smiled, and we went back to the others. I talked to Alexandra a lot, but I didn’t get along with her as much as I did with Helena; there was nothing wrong with her.

“Does it bother you that your partner is famous?” I asked as we were in the middle of dessert. The boys and a few girls were talking in a group and we were sitting at another table.

“No, what more, that’s what I like in the whole thing. Truthfully, if Zlatan doesn’t start it with me then I will. I don’t like ordinary men. I don’t like anything ordinary. I like it when people envy me. Zlatan is somebody turns the women’s heads and I’m not bored with him. His style can be improved but when he is calm he is lovable.”

“Same with Stephan. You know, he is so kind and attentive.”

“The two of them totally differ and they are still best friends, you see.”

“Yes, that’s true,” I stated. We talked a lot about the boys’ relationship, the team and we got to know each other. It appeared Alexandra doesn’t know Zlatan very well and for me it was something that shouldn’t be that way. I couldn’t imagine only being with Stephan because he is famous or because he is rich. I’d love a time when we could go somewhere, and he wasn’t recognised. I flew home but I came back to Milan on the twenty-eighth. There weren’t many things that would have made me stay in Hungary therefore it was easy to leave the country. I stepped into the flat and I saw a huge Christmas tree in the middle of the hall.

“Oh my God! This is beautiful,” I marvelled, and Stephan stepped out of his room.

“I’m glad you like it. The four of us decorated it; my sibling, Zlatan, Helena and I.”

“This is beautiful. I’m sad I wasn’t here, it must have been fun.”

“It was, we laughed a lot.” He stepped to me and kissed me. “I know it’s late, but Merry Christmas!” He stepped to the tree and gave me a small box. “It’s yours. Open it.”

“All right but let me get your present, too, then. I really hope you’ll like it.” We sat under the tree and started opening our presents. After I opened the box I was so touched. A bracelet-watch and a beautiful ring was wrapped in silk paper. The watch was decorated with snow white beads and there were gems around the number plate. The ring has gems as well, but those were blue.

“Stephan I can’t accept this.” I looked into his eyes. “It’s too expensive and I–”

“Please, accept it. I loved it as soon as I saw it. Just like you when I hit you with my bike. That’s why I though of buying it for you for Christmas straight away. Oh, and there is something else.” He stood up and after a few moments he came back with another present. “There is this.”

“But I already received more from you than I expected.”

“Just open it.” He extended it towards me. I took it and started unwrapping it. A red and black jersey fell to my lap. On its back was the number ‘92’ and the word ‘Shaarawy’ written on it. “I wore this the first time I scored a goal wearing Milan’s colours. I love this jersey and I know you’ll look after it.”

“Stephan I really love these. Everything is great and wonderful, but I would have loved if we’d just hugged and cuddled.”

“We could do that later.” He sent a wide smile towards me.

“All right. My turn.” I looked at him and took my presents out. He got a perfume, a pair of sunglasses and a necklace from me. It seemed he liked all of them which made me feel proud that I could make him happy. At night we went for a walk and had a hot chocolate each. On our way home, holding hands, we discussed the New Years’ Eve party. Stephan was expected at Zlatan’s house and of course I was invited too. I was happy because I haven’t seen Helena for almost two months now. The last time we spoke when we got together, and I told her the news. We were happy together with or phones in our hands. I bought something for her too, and I hoped I could give it to her tomorrow. Arriving home, we climbed under the covers and were occupied by each other. I missed this and it was such a good feeling to be able to finally hug and kiss him. The next day, I got my mid-celebratory work down which they assigned me before. I stepped out of the room around three and called Helena.

“Hi, are you at work?”

“Yes, but you can come in, though I don’t think I can listen as much because there are many people here.”

“Then can we meet sometime else?”

“Okay, but I really have to go. Bye.” And she disconnected. I thought about cooking something for Stephan, so I went into the shopping centre. As I was browsing between the aisles I spotted Zlatan. It was weird because it seemed like he was staring at me. I hurried over but then he acted like he didn’t see me and turned around. I couldn’t comprehend this behaviour. I quickly selected all the ingredients and went to the tills. I was packing into the boot while I was thinking about a way to put the carton of water in when I heard a voice behind me.

“Do you want me to help?” I turned around and I saw Zlatan.

“I ... don’t know. It’d be good,” I answered and with his strong arms he packed everything into the car in minutes.

“Thanks, I’m glad you were here.” I looked at him, smiling.

“I help when I can.”

“I waved to you, but you didn’t notice me.”

“I must have not paid attention. That’s it.” He cut it short. “Are you coming over tomorrow night?”

“Yes, Stephan mentioned it.”

“That’s good. I’m glad you got to your mind and admitted that Stephan loves you.”

“I love him too, and I loved him then too, I was just afraid I’d be left blinking,” I explained as we pushed the cart back together.

“This is bullshit. You know if I love someone then I want to let them know. Of course, there are times when I like a woman who’s already taken.” He looked at me with his sparking brown eyes, in a way that made me uncomfortable.

“I don’t understand. Is there something wrong with Alexandra again?”

“No, of course not ... I just said that. But now I need to go. I’ll see you tomorrow night.”

“Tomorrow,” I called after him, but he hurried away as he arrived. On my way home, he was on my mind and what he said. I didn’t know of Alexandra having another boyfriend. Could she have found someone more special than Zlatan? I found that hard to believe because Zlatan is a handsome man and very special. Of course, not as extreme as Stephan but the style of his behaviour wins by a lot. As I was cooking at home, time flew by. Stephan was still not home so he wasn’t bothering. He came home around eight and we dined, and we watched the TV by the glistening lights of the Christmas tree. On the last day of the year I bought my dress for the night and went over to Helena’s. She did my hair again and repaired my nails as well. I stayed to help prepare for the night.

“Tell me, is Alexandra coming?”

“Yes, of course. Why wouldn’t she?” She asked, and I told her what happened yesterday and all she responded was that we’ll see what the night brings. Around nine the house was full already. The music was on, the drinks were pouring the food was disappearing and everybody was enjoying themselves. At midnight we were admiring the fireworks and greeted the new year with champagne. We were well after midnight when I stepped out on the balcony. The cool air hit my face, but it felt nice to get some air. Next to me were Alexandra and Zlatan. When they spotted me, they fell silent then Zlatan went into the house, almost knocking me over so I was left with Alexandra. Strangely I noticed as if she was crying. I walked over and asked what was wrong.

“I think he doesn’t love me anymore.” The break in her voice told me this wasn’t a simple argument.

“Why do you think that?”

“I feel that something’s different and he is not acting the usual nice way as he used to, and he haven’t touched me for weeks.” Her tears were rolling down her cheeks. I gave her a tissue. “I don’t know what I did wrong because I try to change. I don’t throw tantrums and I’m not that pretentious anymore. In fact, I even go out to his idiotic matches just so he’s happy. I wish I’d knew who that girl is.”

“That might not be for sure. Maybe you are misunderstanding it.”

“I don’t think so. I can’t lose him. He is the love of my life!”

“Listen, come in and get yourself together. Don’t be this sad about a man.”

“You say that, but you have Stephan. You look so sweet and it’s good to look at you. But we are slowly becoming like two strangers. He doesn’t hold my hand on the street. I don’t know where he is and when.”

“If this is any comfort, I don’t always know where Stephan is, but I don’t think things into it.” I hugged her and ushered her towards the door.

“Come in, okay? One’s supposed to ba happy today.” Luckily, I could drag her in and help her touch up her makeup. Since she was sad, she decided to head home. She asked me not to tell Zlatan that she left, but when she drove away I couldn’t hold it anymore. I felt sad for Alexandra, but I had to tell Zlatan about this. He was currently in a big group. I waved to him and he understood, and we went into Helena’s room.

“What is it now? What does Helena want?” I head on his voice that he had a few drinks.

“It’s not her who wants to talk to you, it’s me.” I closed the door.

“Really?” He stepped closer and I smelt his fantastic scent. “I thought you’d never–”

“Stop it!” I pushed him away. “I wanted to talk about Alexandra.”

“Leave me alone with that hysterical bitch.”

“I don’t get why you talk about her this way.” I growled.

“I had enough of her.”

“If you want to–”

“Well, I don’t!” He cut in and reached for the door, but I stopped him.

“Well, I’ll tell you either way!” I stood in front of the door.

“Are you deaf?”

“Listen, she thinks you don’t love her anymore and–”

“She noticed it finally. At least I don’t have to explain.”

“Why don’t you love her?” I asked, and it was as if he’d calmed down a bit and looked into my eyes.

“I like someone else and ... that’s it. I don’t want to be with her anymore. I wanted to tell her this outside too, but she kept crying and interrupting me. And I can’t deal with a crying woman because I get embarrassed and annoyed.”

“You’re a heartless jerk!”

“I think not, but you don’t know me too well yet.”

“I had enough of you. You better call her tomorrow and make up.” I closed the topic and left him alone in the room. I looked for Stephan and as I saw him, I stepped up to him and whispered that I’d be happy to go home now.