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Chapter 4. Blessed is the woman
Two days passed, but John did everything not to communicate with her, but at the same time not to let her go: he sent her messages at night, when he knew that she was asleep. Just a few words to let her know he remembers her. But at the same time she could not answer him, could not ask any question.
She:
The woman picked up the phone and, not including her, put it back. She thought: the evil of civilization that makes you wait for something, hope for something. As if it was the phone that caused all her troubles.
She sank into a chair and thought, " the game." Just a game. Nothing but play. Now she was sure: first, he sent her a photos belonging to another person, then he reduces to reduce communication with her. A young voice completed the picture of what was really going on. In front of her again was a fraud, and again, apparently from Africa.
The woman smiled, introducing himself in the company of a young black man, and better if than several. And that they will be all in European costume... Beautiful picture…
She could not resist and again picked up the phone, deciding to write to him. She already did so when she really wanted to talk to him, to hear him: "you are my sweetie".
- Hello, my good men. You don't text me again. And I don't know if it's good or bad. Sometimes it seems to me that I'm not talking to you, and with the usual auto bot, working on a pre-planned program: "Hello, honey", " how are you?", "how was your day?"it's late and it's time for you to sleep." Same questions every time.
She sent a message, and was extremely surprised to receive an immediate response.
From correspondence:
- Hello, sweetheart. How are you?
- It is strange that you showed up, - she wrote, chuckling bitterly, did you read my message? What I just sent you? Sometimes I think you just play with me, tease me all the time. You're always hurting me, and it's like you don't notice it.
- Honey, I'm sorry about that. I didn't mean to hurt you. I will never do that. I was just really busy with work. And I couldn't write to you. I'm sorry sweetheart.
- John, I want to see you. I want you by my side.
Patience, honey. I can get out of here in a few weeks. And then I'll come to you.
- You always call me sweetheart. How do you even feel about me?
- I love you because you are who you are. You're very gentle and caring. But you don't believe me. But without trust, love is impossible, he said, and immediately regretted it.
- But how can I believe you? I don't even know what you look like, do I?
- Really?
- Yeah. And you know you sent me pictures of other people.
- My appearance is so important for you?
"It matters, but it is not the most important thing in a man," she said, pausing for a moment: has he decided to confess to forgery? But it didn't happen again.
- I'll prove to you that I sent you my pictures when you see me.
- Are you still want coming to see me?
- Yeah.
- And you really love me?
- Yes! And I dream to press you to my chest, to kiss your soft lips…
- Do you really think I can get married to you and be happy?
- You'll be happy, honey. I promise you this... but I have to go now. My break is over. And I have work to do. Promise me one thing.
- What?
- Take care to you. For me. OK?
He:
He cut off communication and has loudly exhaled air. Day by day this game was given to him more and more difficult. It was not funny, but very sad. This woman... she was either crazy or Holy to him! After all, she had already caught him in a lie! And it would be logical if she asked him not to call her anymore, but she didn't let him go. Does she really love him? Head went round. The woman was very beautiful. With soft facial features. One day he asked her whether she smiles always or just for photos? And was surprised by her answer: always. Especially when the on soul is bad.
Hank shivered, as if he had been given cold air. But the room was stuffy. Weather is fully consistent with the October. He looked around his room. Sighed: if not a dire need, he will not began to deceive anyone, for anything. Especially her.
Hank leaned back on his pillow and closed his eyes, imagining that the woman was with him. It seemed to him that if he held out his hand, he would be able to touch her white skin. So matte and soft, despite her age. Yes, she was older than him, but it did not bother. On the contrary, attracted. Few of his friends could boast of that he was having an affair with a white woman. He winced and opened his eyes: it seems crazy started it. He is so clearly presented that it seemed to him that to whom he is so attached, do is near.
He sighed again and got out of bed: the bottom of the mother called for dinner.
She:
The woman turned off the phone, and again thought: how she wanted to believe that this is not a fairy tale, but reality. But she knew that miracles do not happen. Humility has long been an integral part of its existence. Or maybe it's not humility? And despair? Understanding that everything around is a game, did not leave it, becoming more and more tangible.
To unwind, she sat down to the computer and decided to check mail, view pages of favorites, among whom was the website of the Valkyries. She chuckled: how many adventurers in the network that they are given so much attention. So that's who she was named John, too, glowed here many time. But her john didn't ask her for anything. She could not understand why. Why doesn't he ask for anything? It broke all logic of events. Or maybe it's just not the time yet?
She began to read more attentively: everything is correct. It is on the second or third week and beginning to work all fraud schemes. But here it's been five weeks. Something's wrong.
Deciding to switch, checked my email and laughed. This has not happened: just three wanted to meet her under the same photo! Different names, different ages, but the same person in the pictures. Is it really a coincidence? Or outright mockery? She sighed, and simply congratulated all three figures with the end of the game. It was getting boring.
However, John, too, he began to bother her. She had long understood the rules of the game, but this communication was addictive. There was the excitement of the hunter.
Suddenly she saw that she got a letter again. Its contents struck her:
« Expensive. You're a very happy and successful woman. You'll be surprised, but what you just wrote has made you truly famous. You are the most blessed of all women. I am grateful to God that I was able to communicate with you. I wish I could be the one chosen by women like you.
Men from Nigeria, Philippines and other countries, seeing you, want to win your love in every way... it means that you are special. Women of this type are extremely rare. Be careful when you marry. Make sure first that your chosen one is rich, hardworking and understands you.You really deserve a lot of respect, love and happiness…»
She thought for a moment, rereading the message several times. It was written in her native language, very clumsy, as happens when you use the program – translator. But Something had alerted her. Finally, she realized that: the enumeration of countries. That's how John listed them when he asked her to leave the network. May be Is he the one who wrote to her under one of the three pictures? However, and why would and there is no?
With a sigh, she deleted all three contacts, but retained the text letters.
He:
When he turned on the phone, as usual, found there a message from her. But, strange: it was written not on English. Scrolling through the text of the message, he saw her comments. The woman sent him a letter that she had received from his compatriot. Does anyone of his friends also decided to start her game? But he warned that she understands perfectly well that everything that happens around her is a game!
Hank took a deep breath, realizing that the text of the letter she had sent was familiar to him. All this he said to his friend the other day when they spent the evening with him. It was his thoughts, his words. And he realized that the woman that was so tight in his head, too, understood it, but said nothing. Or maybe she didn't understand it? However, what the difference.
He knew only one thing: he doesn't want to break her life, but was very afraid that it will happen. After promising her to come, he tricked her. However, they both knew that this would never happen. And both continued to play... And if she's not playing? If she's really so naive, she still loves him?
He felt very uncomfortable. He didn't write to her for a few days, but when he picked up the phone, every time he saw that she wished him a good morning, good day, sweet dreams…
From correspondence:
- Hello, sweetheart. How're you?
- As usual - immediately he received the answer, - you know I'm always connected.
- I know. But that's not very good. I already told you to leave the network and live a real life.
- I bore you?
- No. But I don't want to limit you. Do you already have someone in your real life?
- No. I'm still surrounded by scammers. You were right about the Nigerian scams. Now they have a new game to garner my sympathy and love, - he felt how she smiled.
- So, you can forget about me, times have you someone emerged.
- I speak English so badly? I said something different than you heard. I'm surrounded by crooks who want money. And only you never asked for anything. Your only deception is the photos you sent me.
- Thank You. You know I'm not a fraud.
- Show me your face. Your true self.
- You know I can't do that.
- You want me to let you go?
- Yes, honey.
- Good. I'll let you go. When I see.
- Okay, sweetie. But not today.
To be continued:http://www.stihi.ru/2019/01/25/6710