Adeline: The right-wrong one

By ANNA TELEKI

Welcome to Paris...

The damned city of colors for so many people... Just like Adeline, who finds herself fighting her own instincts after a heartbreak, suddenly placed as a heir at the Cordon company.  Only 3 months changeing her life forever...

What happens when a mechanical engineer meets a marketing responsabile, lovely girl? When not hiding the reality, and beeing aware of every moment leads to the sweetest kisses, why is so... Wrong?

Find out in this short unique story about happiness...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Unique Stories
• Release date: Aug 16, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201107314

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Author:

ANNA TELEKI––––––––Edited, proofread by...

Kneaded, twisted, worked on...

The healer of words:

Annamária Fekete

Translate:A.SIL

The story is fiction.

Except for the characters and scenes, which are: not.

Prologue

One life is given to human beings. A journey, long or short, from the first heartbeat to the last. An encounter with a million eyes, endless words, and many dreams to be fulfilled. Yet the goal remains always the same. Vital, like breathing. To release a kite on the beach... Nay, it is not this. Merely the childlike joy that comes with it. A single moment we want forever... Bliss. That's the goal. So we wait for the day when we can go to the seaside so that the wind will rise and hoist our rainbow kite.

The higher the better!

We aren't alone. Oh, no... Cause... Everyone wishes to be happy.

Dear Reader! This story may outrage you, or disgust you. Disappointment may come if you are not in the spirit of acceptance of the characters in this story. However, everyone wants to be happy, and that is everyone's right. Live. Happily. This must always be kept in mind before taking shots at others.

Paris

Always in a hurry. Everyone is running. Everybody is late. With a white veil over her head, Rosa looks in the mirror. Her shapely breasts rise in this lace Princess dress, giving her a doll's figure. It makes her shapely, slender figure look prettier. For today at least. It was the happiest day of her life. In minutes, she'll pronounce her big, happy yes to a man with whom she's lived for five years and proposed to just a few weeks ago. The question she had thought would never be spoken out loud ever since. Still, her smile is forced. She tries, but it doesn't come easy for her. Her heart cramps in her stomach and shakes. Unfortunately, this is not the excitement. No, it's not. 

''Well, Rosa! My beautiful!" her father starts to smile broadly, and she also smiles looking at her happy father.

*

The Notre Dame bells ring out. Rosa walks out smiling broadly, cuddling the blond man who is the same height as her. Great pageantry, great event, with many people showering them with rice. 

''HAIL THE NEWLYWEDS!''

The white doves take flight.

*

And the door closes. Lock clicks.

*

Arcachon

''How about that'' the bald man stumbles into the second-hand car and motorbike shop and points to the small motorbike.

The woman across from him, dressed in jean shorts and a brown top, simply gazes at the fiery red Kawasaki.

''200, with a new seat, newly imported. The lady that owned it just sold it to me for lack of money, so the condition is immaculate, the man grips the steering wheel. ''It's hot, just like its former owner. It would suit you. Fair price too, only 2,550, he glances at her, but she's paying attention to something as she quickly ruffles her long brown hair.

''What about this one?" she wonders, walking over to the fence and taking the torn plastic sheeting off the dusty, muddy wreck.

''You're kidding me, young lady! he laughs. A year ago, an idiot hit a truck with it at 200 km/h! That's not even good for spare parts! No one's fixing it up in a million years!''

But the woman keeps looking down at the wreck.

''How much do you want for it?'' She turns to the man, and he looks at her in amazement.

''100 euros."

''I'll give you 200 if you bring it to me!'' she reaches into her back pocket for her wallet, smiles and pays.

''Well... It won't make a motorbike...", the bald man takes the 200 euros offered to him.

I.

Arcachón

The golf paradise

2nd of June 22:35

The light is on in the garage of the tiny house by the sea. The woman dabs her oily hands on the rag and contemplates the disjointed components. She has spent hours on this operation, yet she smiles. 

''Now, my little wasp,'' she says sweetly, ''what's missing to make you buzz for me?''

''A lot!'' says the man in the leather jacket at the door. 

''Hi!" she shakes his hand firmly, while the long-haired, burly man stares at the ground.

''When you said bike, I thought it was a Davidson or a Charlie... This is a pile of junk!''

''Darling, it's a Honda! 'CB 150R little wasp,'' she smiles.

''This?!'' he waves his head towards the pile and laughs. ''I'll swallow my bike if that's it!''

''Fantasy, fantasy!" she nudges Philip's head. 

''You are not a hundred.''

''When was I!?'' she laughs, hearing the door open.

''Sweetheart...'' A nice, soft voice.

''Good evening, Mrs. René," Philip says, but she doesn't look at him.

''Aren't you tired yet?'' asks the sleepy woman, and Adeline smiles. 

''I'm just getting a few things together.

''Okay. But quietly, because I'll be up in a couple of hours.''

''Good night, Mum," she says, smiling.

Silence.

Adeline moves to the table, while Philip stares at the pile of iron.

''Does your mother know you broke up with Vanda?''

''Of course, she does.''Adeline waves the list at him, looking at the pile of wreckage. ''She picked it up from the front of the house.''

''Why?''

''I was drunk as a skunk. It was dark, I thought I'd be asleep in my room by the time the sun came up. But I lay in the doorway.''

Philip is silent, smiling a little. 

''Bothering you, is it?'' Adeline mutters.

''What?''

''That my mother treats you like air. Relax, she does it to every guy.''

Philip grumbles.

''She'll get over it.'' 

''When? asks Philip, She should greet me.''

''I know... '' sighs Adeline ''But she's in her asexual period. She doesn't care about anyone or anything.

Philip sighs.

''By the way! ''Adeline turns to him ''when do you have time for art?''

''Art?''

Adeline shows her left arm.

''Whatever you want!''

Philip smiles and crouches down by a piece of metal. 

''Aren't you in a hurry, little girl?''

''No.''

''I think you are. It isn't a week since Vanda left and you're jumping into things. You should think a little more calmly.''

Adeline is pulling her lip.

''I'm trying, Phi.''

''I can see...''

''When I have it together, I'm going to Paris.

''Wha, he laughs. Where to?''

''Paris!" smiles Adeline sweetly.

''To the metropolis?''

''There are a lot of fucking Parises in the world! ''Adeline opens her arms. She laughs. 

''What for?''

''I'm just going to pop up, have a look around and come back.''

Philip wonders.

''What will happen to your mother in the meantime?''

''She'll survive a weekend! ''Adeline goes back to the list. There's a tensioner by your leg. Just give me the code.''

Philip bends down to the broken little part.

''I hope it's only three days because the workshop will die without you,' he mutters.

''I didn't know I was vital! Code?''

''AlSiCu30009256 TR-1125.''

''Thanks!" says Adeline.

''Regarding your mother..." begins Philip.

''Don't mind me! I'd be happy if she finally had someone, but this is it. Besides, Adeline looks at him, she won't be interested in you. She's never been into cool men. Short hair, suit, shirt, average guy. Big romantic, Adeline says, pursing her lips. That's how he twisted women's heads, and then got the hell out of here! ''she turns back to the page.

''You're going up to Paris for him?'' Philip asks.

''I'm going to the march.''

''The pride march? In August?''

''Yes.''

''Girl, do I have a sign on my forehead that says 'idiot'?" Philip leans against the wardrobe and Adeline smiles. ''Baby, one thing: your bike won't be ready by then! Two: you and the fuss... I'm laughing my ass off! What do you want from your father? You don't even know where he lives

''Phi, nods Adeline, my wasp will be ready by August, and my tattoo too. If you won't do it, someone else will! My father's... Only.''

''Only?'' asks Philip, and Adeline sighs. ''Listen, girl. He's been gone for over ten years, why are you making a fuss when everything's finally calmed down?''

''I just want to see him, that's all.''

Philip purses his lips.

''You're a grown person, you can do what you want.'' He turns to Adeline.

''Of course,' she says, moving towards him with the list.

Philip takes the paper, looks it over, and sighs.

''You could buy a whole motorbike for the price of these! What's the big deal?''

''That I build it myself!''Adeline smiles. ''It's all mine.''

Paris

22:47

––––––––

Silently, the door opens. The woman enters slowly into the darkness and sets down her bag.

''Where have you been? ''comes the question in a low voice from the door opposite her.

''In a meeting, Alessio,'' goes into the kitchen.

''In a meeting? You can't answer the phone? I called you!''

''It was on mute '' she reaches into the fridge.

''With whom have you been? ''Alessio starts towards her.

''What?'' Rosa turns back.

''With whom have you been?''Alessio asks louder.

''With no one, I had a meeting! I have a meeting every Monday!" says Rosa seriously, but her heart is beating faster.

''A meeting? Every Monday?'' comes the threatening question. Alessio's jaw tightens.

''I'm sorry, I'm sorry it took so long," she starts to go towards him, but her hand trembles as she prepares to embrace him. Alessio grumbles, but after a quick hug, he heads for the living room.

Rosa sighs heavily and leans against the counter.

That's it.

It's just a bad day. Everyone has them. Isn't it? When