love has many names part 10

As she had arranged with Jerzy, she waited for him at 5 p.m. at a café near her apartment. She arrived a little early because she wanted to be first. She didn't know how the conversation would go or what its final outcome would be. What's worse, she didn't even know how to start it. She didn't know whether to casually mention her suspicions or ask him honestly right away. When she called her uncle, he was surprised; she could hear it in his voice, and he expressed even more surprise when she expressed a desire to meet. After a while, her uncle approached her. She stood up and greeted him. He was a man of about 50, and his figure didn't indicate at all that he had given birth to a man as tall as Wiktor. On the contrary, he was petite, like Amelia. He was dressed in beige Lewis jeans and a brown The sweater. He looked great, happiness radiated from him and infected everyone around him.

- It's nice to see you again, Amelka . -

You too, uncle. -

I'm glad, how's Filip doing? You were going to see him then, right?

- Yes, but we're not together anymore, I broke up with him

. - I'm so sorry, I always thought you were such a good couple...

- No need, I met Wiktor on the train...

- Really? What a coincidence, he said, smiling at her.

- Hmm, didn't you know we met? Didn't Wiktor mention it to you?

"No, he didn't say anything," he said, "but that's because he hadn't returned from Łódź yet," he added hastily, seeing the girl's surprise.

"He's very nice, I liked him immediately... but that's not actually why I wanted to meet you...

" "Exactly, I was really looking forward to this meeting, although honestly, I have no idea why you wanted to meet me!!

"I didn't say anything, but I didn't want to talk about it on the phone, I preferred to meet you in person," she said, breathing deeply as if preparing to attack. "I don't know if you know, but I wasn't my mother's husband's daughter. Just before she died, she revealed this to me and managed to tell me that my father's name was Jerzy

—was that all?"

-She managed to say the first two letters of her surname,

too. -Namely? -Jerzy asked a bit feverishly.

-Ad...

-That's not much...

-Yes, I know, and I know it's stupid what I'm saying now, but when I was talking to Wiktor and we couldn't agree on what kind of family we are because apparently you don't have any siblings, just like your wife...

-Yes, it's true, we are only children

. -You know, I...I thought you might be my father...Please don't be angry, I know it sounds stupid, especially if you're not the father, but I have to know the truth...Please...I have to.

-And would you like me to be? -He laughed artificially, looking deeply into her eyes.

"I don't know... you know you're close to me, you also know that I loved Wojciech very much because he was my father all this time... I don't know... but please tell me, is it possible that I'm your... your child?" she said, crying gently

. "Mhm." He looked at her so tenderly that she almost melted in his eyes. "It's quite possible, I mean, is it really true

?" "Are you my father ?

" "Yes, I think I am, at least that's what your mother said ." "Did you

have an affair?

" "Can you call it that

?" "Can you call it that? Uncle, I mean... Jerzy, how can you call it that... after all, that's why I was born... I don't believe it." She sat stunned in the chair and didn't know what to say, speechless. "Have you known for a long time that I'm your child?"

"And is that important?" "It won't change anything now!"

"Yes, it means a lot to me, so please answer me..."

"I know from the beginning, your mother told me about it when she was one month

pregnant." "I don't believe it." She cried louder and louder, as if trying to drown out her own thoughts, screaming. "I don't believe what you're saying. For all these damn 23 years, you knew I was your daughter and you never told me? I just don't believe it's so normal for you." She moved away from the table a little and noticed that all the heads of the café's customers were now turned to her, probably staring at the whole incident. She didn't care, though, she was too concerned about what she'd heard. "Were you never tempted to come up to me, kiss me on the cheek, and say, 'I love you, daughter?' Or maybe you just hated me, just like my mother did? Maybe." You considered me a damn bastard, which I undoubtedly am, because I wasn't wanted. Now I know. My mother gave birth to me because Wojciech certainly wanted it, otherwise I would have been aborted. And like a fool, I thought my father's mother loved me, but you simply fathered me and immediately returned to your families as if nothing had happened! You can't even imagine how much I hate you, I despise you just like you did for 23 years of my short life. I don't want to know you, I'll never understand you. Let me go, don't you understand? She screamed, trying to free her arm from his grip. "That doesn't change the fact that I want to meet my brothers," she added, and ran out of the building. The only sound was the screeching of tires...