me?” She looked at him, not knowing how to extricate herself. “What a shame… Go away, for god’s sake, I beg you…” “I’ll call you later…” “No… no! Listen… They can see everything from our windows. Listen… I have to get going now, all the best to you.” “Let’s step aside…” “You… if you don’t want to offend me, then leave now…” “I won’t leave until you promise to spend next Sunday with me. I’m tired of waiting and being patient.” “Oh my god, how do I get away from him! What do I do?” She thought. “Fine…” “Are you saying it like that just to get rid of me?” “Lord, what is the matter with you today…! I said fine, got it!” “Thank you,” Serbota blurted out. “You can go, and I’ll just…” Bagila quickly ran into the entrance, loudly slam- ming the door. She was finally left alone; she leaned her shoulder against the wall and closed her eyes. “One thing to another,” Bagila whispered. When she entered the apartment, Malika screamed in fear at the top of her voice, “What happened?” Bagila sank wearily into the chair by the door. “I saw.” “Who?” “Both of them. “Wh-what?” “I said both. One in a taxi, the other at the entrance.” Oh lord, seeing how ridiculous it all way, Bagila managed to form somewhat of a smile. “Goodness, you won’t rest until you drive me completely crazy. Speak more clearly!” “Like, let me undress first,” said Bagila, pulling off her wet clothes. “Sur, you’re… not drunk? Are you?” “Lika, he can’t stand me. Me and all of us…” Everything that happened today, she laid out like a spirit. “Lika,” asked Bagila, looking at the ceiling, “Is all this nonsense really necessary in a woman’s life?” “This is just the beginning darling.” “Really?! In this case, all this must be endured, en- dured. Lika, I don’t want to love anyone.” “It’s not in your power, Sur… Love comes in without permission, it won’t even consider how you feel.” “Did you love anyone?” “I used to love…” “I’m asking you seriously.” “Why should I lie, I’m telling the truth.” “And how did it all end?” “You know with what… my marriage to your fa- ther’s brother.” Bagila saw an undisguised bitter smile on her face. “You… why did you marry Sar? After all, no one pulled you on a lasso. Well,
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