Mag-log inThese were things that would be an absolute thorn in his mother's side if she knew about them. So in order not to get him into a mess of being ostracized by Dorothea and part of society, he and Sabine simply pretended to be a couple if the circumstances required it. As it seems again today.
“I'm sure Willi would have liked to have kept you there for breakfast, but it would be rather suboptimal if his mother saw you here in the apartment. So ... “, she deliberately didn't finish the sentence in order not to have to throw it out too brutally.
"I understand," said Rafael with a clear disappointment in his voice, holding the duvet around his body as he stood up and gathering his clothes that were scattered on the floor.
Sabine politely turned her back on him and pulled up the roller shutter while he dressed.
"I'll just have a look to see if the air is clean."
She opened the door a crack and peeked around the corner. A low murmur of voices came from the direction of the kitchen. She waved to Raphael and tried to quietly open the front door for him. He turned again on the doormat.
"Tell him that he can contact me if he ... well ..." he pressed.
"I'll tell him", Sabine promised with a benevolent smile and closed the door.
Before joining the kitchen, she made a quick detour to the bathroom to brush her teeth and brush her hair. Dorothea was always peeled from the egg. In her presence she felt automatically incited to make a well-groomed impression as well.
No sooner had she entered the kitchen than Wilhelm, sitting at the small kitchen table, pulled her down by the wrist as he passed and pressed a quick kiss on her cheek, which was followed by a loving look from his light blue eyes.
"Thanks for the wake-up call, my dear."
"Sure," she replied sweetly and stroked his hairy cheek before she got a cup from the cupboard and poured the rest of the coffee out of the glass jug. "What have you brought us delicious?", She then asked Dorothea curiously and pointed with the cup at the souvenir from the baker on the table.
“Wilhelm's favorite cake, of course.” Dorothea cracked open the paper packaging. "Black Forest cake."
"And what a splendid specimen," said Sabine appreciatively, considering the size of the cake. A piece for everyone would have done it after all.
Wilhelm's facial features had slipped a little at first, but now he was struggling with a fake smile for the sake of his mother. As a child, he had eaten Black Forest cake at every opportunity and then always in abundance. But he had deliberately not touched her for several years.
"That wouldn't have been necessary," he thanked her and patted her upper arm.
His stomach would surely be happy if, after plenty of alcohol the night before, there was a thick cream cake for breakfast.
"Only the best for my boy," she whispered contentedly while stroking his cheek.
"Then I'd better get a plate and a cake knife," decided Sabine and set the table.
Too many pieces of cake and several suppressed gag reflexes on the part of Wilhelm later, he had finally politely complimented his mother from the apartment after a full hour.
“Excuse me briefly. I'd rather have breakfast go through my head again ”, he told Sabine with a pale complexion and disappeared into the bathroom.
Meanwhile, she cleared the table and put the remains of the cake in the refrigerator before turning on the kettle.
At the beginning of the evening she had thought exactly the same thing. But as it turned out, for the most part it had been nice to chat with her old companions."W-do we want to sit down at one of the pools over there?", Suggested Sanjay as a substitute and pointed to one of the paddling pools a little further on the edge of the area, where a small group of guests was in the mood for optimism."Gladly," agreed Sabine and made her way through the crowd on Sanjay's back.In doing so, she suddenly realized how surreal this situation was that she was in right now.She and Sanjay had been neighbors and thus more or less sandpit friends. Zoe and Elvira had had a very good relationship with the Patel family from the start. Nothing was more obvious than sharing the burdens of being a parent and always having breakfast together for the expenses of the children of the same age. Because suffering shared was still suffering half. So it happened that Sanjay and Sabin
What are you two standing around here so apart?", Wilhelm suddenly approached out of nowhere and cast a scrutinizing look at his roommate before he and Erik greeted each other with a manly handshake.It had not escaped him that Sabine made an uncomfortable impression. So he stood next to her and put an arm around her middle."Are you okay?" He asked quietly and looked at her waiting with warm eyes. She nodded and gave him a small, grateful smile.Erik had not escaped this familiarity, of course, and drew his own conclusions from it."Didn't even know that you were dipping your stick in Maja's honey pot," he commented on the scene and took another sip, amused.Sabine's features slipped easily and she was glad that she could hold on to her glass.Wilhelm froze next to her for a second, before he deliberately pulled her very close to his side and kissed her on the temple."Envious?" He smiled provocatively.A mocking sound escaped
She had secretly raved about Erik Seibert all her school days. He, on the other hand, had mocked and teased her over the years for her bulky body, for her braces, for breasts that were too small and, last but not least, for her acne. Despite all his meanness and insults, she thought he was great. Apparently she had a slightly masochistic streak even then.Erik had just been terribly cool, how he was always casually cruising around with his skateboard in the schoolyard during the breaks and performing small stunts and jumps with the part. As a real rebel, he had provocatively chewed chewing gum during class despite the prohibition, started smoking in the seventh grade, had argued with the teachers several times and disrupted the class and was therefore regularly shown outside the door. His grades were mostly bad because it was not cool to study and nerds like Sabine were ostracized for their hard work. A bad boy like he was in the book. He had also looked good on top of that.
had been a long time since she had been so painstakingly dressed up. Wilhelm had suggested to her, just like him, to show everyone impressively that they were no longer the ridiculed children of that time.But she didn't feel as adult and self-confident as she outwardly appeared today. Sabine possessed the ability, which she did not appreciate very much, to adapt her mental age to the respective situation and her human environment. For example, when she filled out her tax return, she felt right at home and as if she knew where the hare was. She was at least forty years old then. If she was talking to clients at work and had to appear competent, she was definitely thirty. In the presence of her parents, she automatically became a minor child with an open age limit, who had to be protected and instructed. She usually kept her biological age among friends, but occasionally slipped back into puberty.Tonight she was as insecure and overwhelmed as she was at school an
That will be really nice. You'll see, ”Wilhelm was sure.“For you maybe. You got on well with pretty much everyone. I have absolutely nothing positive about these idiots and I don't know any good reason why I shouldn't just let the past rest. That's why I won't go there either. Sorry. "Wilhelm scratched his beard.“This is a little inconvenient now. I've already promised Bianca that we will both come. ""Are you crazy ?!", Sabine briefly indigned, "You can't just decide that over my head!"“There's nothing to it”, Wilhelm didn't understand the vortex and shrugged his shoulders, “I thought you were happy. That will be fun. I'll take care of you. In addition, these Honks are all older and some may even have become more mature. "He gave a short laugh. Sabine, on the other hand, exhaled very clearly audibly.“When is this unnecessary gathering of the insane actually going to take place? Certainl
She thought back to the conversation about her non-existent boyfriend and, like every time this topic came up, immediately felt a little depressed again. What could she do that nobody wanted her? Well, she didn't do much to get noticed, of course, but still it was an absolute mystery to her how other people did that. Or how a Wilhelm could tow away a new bed companion every evening if he wanted. No matter where you looked, it looked so incredibly easy and natural to love and to be loved too. As if it wasn't scary and difficult to let another person get so close, emotionally as well as physically. So if it just wasn't working for her, she must be the problem herself, willy-nilly. She had no other explanation.There were always moments when she wanted a partner by her side from the bottom of her heart. Someone she could lean on and let go of. But when she then noticed all the relationship drama of her friends, the good feeling sprang up again very quickly in her, not to see her