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I was still gently slumbering when the phone rang. I woke up with a start and looked tired and annoyed at the ringing nerve box.
Actually, I didn't want to answer the phone, but somehow it didn't stop and I finally answered with a short “Hello”.
It was my boyfriend calling from his skiing holiday with his three friends. He didn't want to take me with him.
I replied, aghast: “It's 8 o'clock in the morning! It's Sunday! What does that tell you???
What are you so irritable about? We just came from the party and I thought of you and wanted to hear your voice.?
And you remembered that at 8 o'clock in the morning? You haven't gotten in touch with me for three days and this morning you had to call?
Well, maybe I'm still a little tipsy.
He laughed.
Yes, but that's not my problem. I had a hard week at school. And on Friday I messed up with the grades again!
You're so sweet, my little one!
I knew he wasn't interested. He never listened to me. I was glad when he finally hung up and I could go back to sleep.
Hello? Why aren't you answering? I'd like you with me right now!
Tell me, do you actually care how I am? I've messed up again and you don't care at all?
I was really annoyed now. And no longer tired of sheer anger: “Why did you call?”
“I love you!”
“Bad conscience, huh?”
I knew he was cheating on me. I just sense these things.
No, really, you're so sweet!
You're repeating yourself.
In the background, at the other end of the line, I suddenly realized something that amazed me.
“Say, aren't you alone?”
“Yes, why do you ask?”
“You can't be kidding me, I can hear a voice in the background and you're a little out of breath, too.”
I realized that I wasn't getting more angry, but rather calmer, and that amazed me.
“Timo came up to the room for a moment and we wanted to have a quick nightcap, and I just ran up the stairs because I wanted to hear your voice.”
Maybe my voice and my pulse slowed down because maybe I was finally getting out of the relationship. I just wanted a reason. Maybe that was the reason. The end. I just didn't dare to complain.
Actually, he could do whatever he wanted. I felt like I was in a “fake open relationship”.
“Nice ass,” said a strange voice.
I swallowed briefly and asked, ”What? Who was that?”
It went quiet on the other end of the line and I only heard Kevin, my friend, say quietly, “Shh, not so loud!”
“What shouldn't be said so loudly?” I asked in a very calm voice. I realized that I had really closed myself off from Kevin. I didn't want any more and was determined to end it now.
“Kevin, what's wrong?” I asked.
I felt so strong. It was weird. Did I really wait a whole year just to end this relationship for a reason? I must be crazy. Anyway.
Kevin: ”He's drunk. He's groping all over the place. The old pig. Now he's quiet!?
“Why just now??
He's got something to do now!?
I could imagine what kind of employment it was and I heard how Kevin's voice became more and more agitated. Smugly, I just asked: “Oh? What kind of employment is that?”
Kevin didn't react immediately and I could tell that he was preoccupied.
“Hmm, it tastes so good.”
Now I was shocked again. My suspicion was apparently true. I couldn't believe it, even though I was prepared for it. Is my boyfriend cheating on me while he's on the phone with me?
That would be the crowning glory of his insolence, which he had already displayed on many occasions.
“You see, he's busy!”
How, though? I replied.
How?
What has he got in his mouth that tastes so good?
My friend was quiet for a moment, then answered with a question: How, in his mouth?
What does he like the taste of? I repeated slowly, so that any idiot would understand.
He drinks schnapps! You remember? Nightcap? I gave it to him.
I rolled my eyes.