"Don't you like comforting your ex?"
"Now you can move in with him and comfort him day and night. Isn't that more convenient?"
My shouting scared Natalya and made her cry.
She cried and shook off my hand, saying, "It's not like that..."
"Then what is it like?"
I, who had lost patience, yelled at her.
She turned pale with fright.
Seeing how fierce I was, she cried, opened the door, and ran away.
It was around seven or eight p.m.
My mom called me, saying, "Kendall, why are you bullying Natalya again? You are about to get married. What are you doing?”
I wanted to explain, but my mom didn't give me the chance. She shouted on the phone, "You come to my place now to apologize to Natalya. Take her back then! You are so unreasonable!"
"Beep, beep, beep..."
The call was hung up.
I didn't know what Natalya had told my mom or complained about again.
I could tell that my mom was angry.
But this time, even if my mom stepped in, it wouldn't work.
I didn't go pick up Natalya. Instead, I went to work quietly every day.
It wasn't until three days later that a college classmate of mine called me, asking me to attend his birthday party.
Having a work project to catch up on, so I arrived there a bit late.