I didn't know if I did the right thing, but the feeling never left me. I simply felt some danger from Marko. I didn't like that. what danger could threaten me from him. or because of the fact that he humiliated me so far, I felt that he might do it again. the sentence that he said when he came to my parents, that he had to talk to me about something, went through my head again. and now he told me the same thing. what is it that he has to say to me and that I should think about it afterwards. now I was a bit curious. hmmm, should I still listen to him and find out what it is about. I stopped thinking about it and went to take a bath and get ready for bed. I still felt some relief, as if I had washed off 10 kg of weight. some peace entered my soul. I fell asleep for the first time since I moved here with a feeling of anticipation and mild trepidation and some happiness. it's probably from hiking. I thought so. I was woken up by the doorbell in the morning. I got up and opened the door as wildly as I could, Marko was standing at the door with two coffees to take away. God, he's so persistent.