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2020-12-01 01:35:06There are very rare moments in my life when I have truly felt lucky. I remember the day when I got an envelope with my name on it. It was the first time I received a letter, and that happened to be my scholarship invitation. I was so happy that day. I felt very lucky when I met Liza who helped me to get out of that shag where I used to live after I left home.
I guess it's the third time I truly felt lucky when my phone started ringing.
I excused myself from the dinner table, picked up my phone, and went to my room. Ivan was not bothered by the interruption, but my teacher on the other side of the table narrowed his eyes.
"Rose! Guess what? Max's parents are not returning home for the weekend! We've got the whole house to ourselves! So Max asked me to stay back for the weekend...You know I can't say no to him, and it's my golden opportunity to get closer to him. We've also decided to throw a party, but we are not sure yet. So I was thinking-" Liza just kept on rambling, but I had to stop her.
"Liza! Will you please listen to me? I have something important to tell you!!" But the only answer I got was her squeals and moans.
They had already started their lovemaking session.
"Never mind"
I understood that it's useless to try to contact Liza anytime soon, as I disconnected the phone and sighed quietly when suddenly I heard a soft knock on the door, so I opened it.
I thought it was Ivan, but turns out it wasn't.
"Rose thank you for the dinner, it was very delicious" He put both of his hands on either side of the door frame as if to stop himself from entering my room. "Was it your boyfriend who called you?" He gritted his teeth, and the way he said "Boyfriend" made it sound like a curse.
"N-no. I-I mean, I d-don't have a boyfriend"
There was no reaction at all on his face that made it hard to read him until he replied a monosyllabic answer.
"Good"
My gulp didn't go unnoticed as he smirked, satisfied with the reaction he was receiving. His lips parted to say something but were interrupted by Ivan who slapped a hand on his shoulder and started rambling.
"Rose, I am feeling very exhausted, can you please show me the bedroom? This seems like the longest day ever!" To support his alibi, he yawned.
"Um...yeah, it's on the extreme left, but there is only one guest bedroom, so you'll have to share..." I was not sure how they would react to this, but they didn't have a choice either.
"Okay. I'm calling it a night. Come on, buddy, tuck me to bed." Ivan pulled the not too happy Russian towards the guest room as he looked at me one last time and turned away.
I sighed and closed the door behind me and got ready to go into the deep abyss of sleep.
****
Roza, you don't know how long I've waited for you. I don't mind waiting if I know I'll be waiting for you. You are my turning page, Rosa and I can't believe I've found you. I am never going to let you go, Roza, never...you are mine and only mine.
****
The alarm clock on my bedside table woke me up at seven in the morning. I sat up on my bed and stretched my arms and stifled a yawn. It was a very strange dream that I had, and it didn't even make any sense. I shrugged and swung my legs on the left side of the bed to get off my comfy bubble.
On my way to the bathroom, I noticed something strange. My bedroom door was wide open.
And I was very sure I closed it before I went to sleep.
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