Lesya, you know, I’m flying to a warm country next week. My mom has already bought the tickets. Maybe you could join me?” Roman said uncertainly. “You know perfectly well that I work, and no one will let me take time off next week,” I replied irritably. ”
I only have vacation in July. Such things should be discussed together!” “But my mom already bought the tickets. I don’t want to disappoint her. I’ll probably go,” Roman told me. “Sure, have a safe trip!” I replied sarcastically. I was annoyed with the situation. Roman wasn’t working; he was still a university student. We could have waited until my vacation and gone together. However, his mom intervened, bought him the ticket, and he couldn’t refuse. As always, a mama’s boy.
We lived in the apartment his mother bought for him – a two-room one. I also had my own apartment, a modest one-bedroom in a not-so-good neighborhood, so it was more convenient for him to live in his place. Two days after Roman left, I had a day off. I was peacefully sleeping, recovering from early wake-ups. The sound of a key in the lock woke me up.
I barely opened my eyes, not understanding who it could be. But then Roman’s mom peeked into the room, all happy and full of energy. “Lyusya, get up! How long can you sleep? I bought wallpapers
; let’s do some renovation while Roman is in Egypt! We’ll put up the wallpapers, paint the ceiling, tidy up a bit! We’ll
