Phone Call
This is google translation of original on serbian

Among the many days at work that were full of the dynamics between field work and office were the most boring phone calls. All have something to ask, demand, regarding the terms, people, materials and so on. At this point I had enough all staff over my head and I caught my head with hand. What a hassle. Why does not let me alone!

As god listened to me. There was a silence so rare. Through the office window only heard distant sounds of traffic. I was sitting back in the chair with the intention to relax a little.

Driiing. Surprised me the sound of the phone as the first time I hear it. It took me a few seconds to figure out where. On the face I began to create a grimace. I started to want crush that phone with hand. In the last time I changed my mind and raised up headphone with resignation.

- Yes, please?

- Good day, is it domatrios? (All names herein are fictitious)

Newtalo - Requiem For A Broken Heart (instrumental)

Pause. In my work anything can surprise me. The experience taught me to be ready on everything. Many business partners and clients call me by name. Other say the name of company.

Phone on the table is the official and only few people - some friends and family - know about it.

As an electricity went through my head. In a sense, unconsciousness and consciousness simultaneously. Maybe it's because I have a constant low pressure and then the sudden movement caused such a reaction. No, however, on the other side of the phone, or to be precise, the handset itself a resonant female voice heard - but what kind!?

As if the heavens opened and a good female angel spoke to me to talk to me. Voice so friendly, lively, cheerful, full of optimism, full of confidence. As if we are old and good friend after a long time there was to ask me - how am I.

And voice asked me the same. And I asked her. I asked her whatever felt on my head. And she asked me of course. What kind of book we read and what movies we watch. Do we remember our first kiss. How could we forget. Were we happy than, and were we ever afterwards. As we have our lives and his most intimate secrets exposed in pijeastal offering each other to choose what any wants. I felt such a closeness, trust and relationship the soul as I did not feel long ago.

So we are about half an hour - not talking - but coo-coo speaking, when the gang abominable business partners broke into the office and prevented me to continue my phone call. I told something in the headset, as I can not speak, welcomed and hung up. And while this gang mumbled something, I remembered that I completely forgot to ask for the name of the owner of that voice. I did not even know who or where or how she looks... When we talked all of that were unimportant. But what do I do now?

The next day I had a date with Elena. Elena is my girlfriend. (As of this writing is not) She was not only ordinary, but she was exceptional, one might - and I am sure - just could to wish such. Tall, elegant, original blue, with large blue eyes. Intelligent, educated, caring, friendly. Inspirational in making love. Hours to talk about everything. All for us were interesting. We knew when she was a little kid. The roads split us so we started to have affair after a few years.

Like this time, we usually met at the entrance to the park. Walk through flower alleys and shady paths of the park is always looked at us as refreshing tablet romance. Pleasant smell and sight of a pleasant environment outflow the love and respect that we had toward each other. Walk lasted sometimes longer sometimes shorter depending on what we had plans for later. Sometimes the movies or coffee shop, most often with car in nature.

We kissed and hold hands while we walked on the path, the shadow of trees become increasingly longer, and the clouds were getting redder. I noticed that something is wrong. I will not ask Elena anything. I know as well, she will tell me when she is ready.

What followed though I was surprised. She asked me how it was at work. How could it be? I was climbing on some buildings, arguing with the workers, I was covered with dust - that's how it was. And how I was yesterday? My God, in life more stupid question I have not heard of her. What has today, yesterday, two days ago, it is always a fuss mess, what is there to talk.

There were a few more for me out of mind questions that I did not see any sense, but what I could do, it will be as follows. So I was asked if I had a lot of telephone calls. Of course, whenever I'm in the office. And then, like a bolt from the blue sky came the question - do you remember the first kiss. Do I remember the first k... I looked toward her face, and there are two Rentgen X-ray penetrated through me.

You may guess what is still there and maybe not. So on this way.

matt pokora - through the eyes

Sophie was one of the friend whom often associated Elena. I never found out whose idea it was and who was the initiator of the phone called me. Neither know what the two of them wanted to achieve. In any case, I had to admit that I allowed myself too much freedom in the calls. On the other hand, I focused all my energy to proving that my feelings toward Elena did not even barely changed. Comment of Elena surprised me - she said not to worry. And on my face continued questioning - I'm worried about what I noticed big changes in Sophia and also changes its behavior towards me - I was left thunderstruck.

After more time Elena met me with Sopfia. Voice was the same but with less enthusiasm. The girl was naturally gifted actress. She was not stripped her sight from me. She was pretty nice and cute redhead. A few days after that meeting, Elena told me that Sophia confessed to her and told that during our meeting she was the most watched in my pants. God, what a world. If I met Sofia and there was not my Ellen, do you know when I would be entertained with Sofia? Never!

domatrios 28 jun 2010th