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If our chick hits another woman ...


Ildikó was surprised by the incident. But she was guessing something ...

If our chick hits another woman ...

Twenty-thirds of June 2010. We have been living happily ever after for eight years with my brother and I. Then something that happened was a defining point in our relationship. To do so, you can capture both before and after this day. It happened on this hot summer day, while my medical team was making a great effort to sew an incision on my abdominal wall in a hospital in Miskolc, my husband fell down with another woman.Well, yes, the couple who, I think, were completely there for me, thoughtlessly left me to choose the other one. The other ones I've seen so far only once, but I can say for sure that they are a very shapely little person and, at the same time, much younger than me. Perhaps the first and most important question at the time is just how a woman processes it. A woman who is physically persuasive, with strange sensations in her head lying on the desk and thinking about something. And then how? My thoughts circled at light speed.
However, this whole situation was not unexpected. I could also say I was ready. As much as possible to prepare for this. We talked about this for the good of a couple of times. In recent years, we have hardly talked about it. But then it's only in such a conditional way, at the "what if" level. Then in January 2010 the shroud fell. What we had only suspected so far was fully proven. Another photo came in my hand. Yeah, roula, arrl the other women.
From that moment on, the couple changed completely. No matter how sweet it was in the workplace, it could have been the size of a plug, no matter how hot the beer… well, it cracked with happiness. How did I react? I have to admit, the strange sensation came with a kind of forgotten happiness. Then on June 21st, I went to the hospital where my chief medical officer was checking in, we can't wait until Wednesday to get admitted to the department today!
When the couple reported the horror, he ran into me with great excitement, and by the time I could bring myself to the hospital horror, he was holding my hand. It felt very good, even if I knew exactly that if she said goodbye, she would return to our common home because she would be busy. Just the one that has always been for a long time. She takes the photo of the woman and just loves it, mesmerized.
My husband, another doctor, stood awkwardly at the operating table and, breathlessly, watched the little comer. I stretched my neck impatiently, and I wanted to see him right away! Jesus, you're beautiful! - I told the bubbly girl. Then I put that tiny, warm body on my chest. Then you stopped talking! I've never felt happiness for this! And while the medical team was still working on my abdominal wall, my son was swollen with confidence, surmounting the happiness he had with this other woman.
And I wholeheartedly wonder why I was surprised at the disappearance of my son. In fact, the signs of this love appeared several months before birth. Well, you beat me to it!
Kyle Ildikou