Wedding dress, white with little faults E-Book

Gudrun Leyendecker

• Herausgeber: Books on Demand
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020

Seitenzahl: 265

Beschreibung

Wedding Dress, white with small mistakes A romance novel combined with a crime story in Bonn und Dresden Autor Gudrun Leyendecker

Leseprobe

The plot of the story is fictitious, resemblance to living people is not intended, but purely coincidental. No liability is accepted for any similarities in the story with real events or with living people. It's a story the author took from her imagination.

A big thankyou toBirte Micheelsfor the proofreading and the great help to translate

Table of Contents

1 st chapter

2 nd chapter

3 rd chapter

4 th chapter

5 th chapter

6 th chapter

7 . chapter

8 th Chapter

9 th chapter

10. Chapter

11 th chapter

12 th chapter

13 th chapter

14 th chapter

15 th chapter

16 th chapter

17 th chapter

18 th chapter

19 th chapter

20 th chapter

21. Chapter

22 nd chapter

23 rd chapter

24 th chapter

1 st chapter

Stella pushes the yeast plaited jeast leaf into the preheated kitchen stove, closes the door with a satisfied smile on her face and sets the kitchen alarm for the baking time to 30 min.

The bell rings with a melodic gong from the front door. Moni, the little black poodle, hurries into the hallway with her tail wagging happily .

The young woman briefly holds her hands under the running water and dry her hands with the kitchen towel which is hanging next to the sink.

She thinks for a moment and raises her eyebrows. Is that already Silvia, who she invited to an sustantial Sunday breakfast? And if it she is there, Stella i calms down quickly. Otherwise everything is prepared: cold cuts and cheese are nicely arranged on serving sats, the small grilled sausages and the scrambled egg are in the hot boxes and the table is lovingly set with a colorful spring bouquet, decoratively folded napkins and chocolate ladybugs adorned .

Stella opens the door and a young man with a large cardboard box gives her a pen so that she can receive the gift. She writes her name in a hurry on the display. Is he expecting a tip? She remembers that she only has secures one banknote left in her purse, but before she finished her consideration, if the can change the money, he already turned around and trudges down the stairs .

Moni runs excitedly besides her when she brings the box into the living room and opens it curiously. Wrapped in cardboard and lots of paper, it reveals a large, colorful bouquet of roses, which blooms are intensely scented. At the bottom she finds a letter which she opens full of expectation . There is only one sentence in machine block letters. "Because I still love you, love Mario".

Oh no! Not that old story! Stella groans. She rather wants to forget the time with Mario. Still, the poor flowers can't help it! She takes a vase out of the broom cupboard, fills it with water, cuts the roses and sorts them into the bulbous glass vessel. The doorbell rings again. Who is that? Hopefully not Mario.

She carefully opens the front door a crack. She breathes a sigh of relief. Silvia stands in front of her with a cake package in her hand.

Pleased, Stella opens the door pleased. “It's good that you are here! I already feared someone else. "

The girlfriend pushes the cake packet into her hand. "And I thought that we are having an appointment?!"

“Oh of course! But I have just received a package with a large bouquet of roses from the flower service, from Mario, and when the doorbell rang, I was afraid for a moment that he would come after personally. Now I'm reassured and relieved . Everything is ready, and I was looking forward to see you. "

The two young women are going to the small dining area where the hostess has set up the breakfast buffet. After Stella put the cake in the refrigerator and Silvia has washed her hands , the two help themselves to the delicacies.

"So Mario still wants something from you," the friend ponders. “It was a while ago. How long? Two years? "

“Two years and a month. And I can still remember everything very well. Especially the meeting back then, in the little café, when I was waiting so impatiently for him. "

“Right, Stella. I remember that you told me the exact day. It must have been very bad for you. "

“ I remember those moments exactly. The sun was shining outside , but inside it was freezing cold: I'm sitting in the corner of the little café and spooning the milk foam out of the coffee cup. What a day! I breathe deeply . Maybe the air can expand my tight chest and free it from the indefinite pressure? Will he come today? He made a firm promise, but can I still believe him? I haven't heard from him for three weeks , not a word. I try to remember his voice to remember, when he whispered in my ear that he still loves me. But there is nothing left in the deep caves of memory. My silent tears washed away everything in the sad, lonely nights, in endless hours of burning pain. Pain that killed my feelings . There is only emptiness and desolation . And now? What will he say? Why does he want to speak to me so badly? May be he just want to say that it is completely over? That he realized after careful consideration he realized that we didn't together go? Will he stammer flimsy explanations or try to appease me with excuses? Will he come up with a lie to justify his sudden disappearance? Something like this: I had an accident, was in a comatose state?

Without foam, the brown broth in the cup tempts you to have profound, gloomy premonitions. He won't have a plausible explanation for his behavior, I guess. None that I can excuse, and none that enables a new beginning. The chest contracts even tighter. Just at this moment he stands before me , a timid smile flies in my counter . I am staying on my seat, without greeting, look at him questioningly. He sits down, looks at me, takes my hand. I quickly pull my arms back and clench my hands in my lap. Now the big story is sure to come! “There is no excuse,” he begins. “But it was only a short adventure and it means nothing. I am very sorry that I hurt you. But i know i love you. Can you still love me? "

I cross my arms. Has he just opened a lock? Tons of earthening emotions are trying to carry me away: disappointment mixes with sadness, hurt pride with anger, jealousy with hurt vanity, hatred with love.

My voice trembles, whispers hoarsely: "I don't know yet."

"And him?" Silvia looks expectantly in the eyes of Stella. "What did he say?"

“He said that he would give me the time until I was clear with my feelings. After that I got up very quickly and walked out of the café . You know everything else. After a while I moved here to the Venusberg, to this pretty little apartment, and of course I didn't give him my new address. Three months ago I quit my job at the film company in Hürth, and instead I continued working as a costume designer, I found a pleasant job here in Bad Godesberg in the fashionable hat shop “La Parisienne”. I'm very happy with these decisions at the moment, I am feeling good . Only in my free time, there is still something missing . I'm still looking for that. "

Silvia helps herself with fragrant coffee. “We could go dancing together once again. We haven't done that such a while. What do you think about that?"

“Not a bad idea, basically. But somehow something else haunts me in my head. You know that dancing is a relaxing pastime, but I'm still looking for something meaningful, something that I'm passionate about. "

The girlfriend smiles and takes a sip of her coffee. “Do you want to take a pottery class? Clay is burned there. Or something with enamel in a hot kiln? No, kidding aside, I already know what you mean. At my work in the kindergarten, I feel it again and how much I can be there with body and soul. It is always fascinating when I can watch the little boys and girls discover the world. When they come to me and tell something in their children's language with shining eyes, then I know that I am in the right place. "

“I can imagine that, Silvia. You have chosen a job where you can feel the joy you gave the kids. I'll have a look around here to see if I can find a part-time job where I can do something helpful. "

Silvia is nibbling on the quark dish. “I think you'll find something. Now you've settled in in your new apartment, and now you can look around and maybe get to know a few people. But, now back to Mario, how do you want to act now? You will surely thank him for the wonderful bouquet, won't you? "

Outside, the signal of an ambulance sounds . “That's the only disadvantage up here on the Venusberg: the proximity of the university clinic. I hear the sirens of the ambulance all the time. But at least it's good to know that you can get help quickly here . What I do with Mario? He surely still lives in Röttgen, in his aunt's house. I dont know. Actually, I don't have to say thank you. I neither ordered nor expected the flowers. That I just disappeared should have told him enough. That means I don't want to have anything to do with him anymore. You think that I have to thank him for the flowers? "She fills also several spoons of the strawberry junket in a small bowl.

Silvia thinks for a moment. “That's what you do when you get flowers, right? After all, that doesn't mean that you forgive him for everything or that you want to start a relationship with him again. "

“I have to take a little break, at breakfast, I mean. Do you want to come out on the balcony right now? It smells so intensely of spring now. And yesterday the caretaker mowed the lawn. I particularly like this smell of hay. "

Stella leads Silvia to the balcony , watches a swallow circling and continues: “Yes, what you said is not so stupid at all. I will answer and thank him. After all, he has my new address now anyway . What the hell?! That does not mean that I will open the door for him if he ever stands in front of it. You're lucky with Jens! You two don't have such problems. "

Silvia leans over the railing and looks at the colorful flower beds that enclose the terrace in the basement. “A true artist, your gardener here! He understands it, put a colorful picture of a flowering plant that looks like a fancy carpet. Jens and I? Maybe it only works so well because he's working all week. I look forward to him when he comes home on Friday afternoons and he says exactly the same to me. Then of course we've seen us a lot and can tell each other everything. But unlike me, he's a cozy guy. If he had stress all week, then he is happy when we both can spend the weekend together in harmony. Of course, that has to do with the fact that his ex-wife used to cause him a lot of stress. So he appreciates me and I respect him. Yes, everything is perfect with him. Almost everything. The only thing that bothers me is that his first unhappy marriage has made him such a grouch. I don't even speak to him about marriage. But when others ask him about it, he quickly looks for the distance. "

Stella rolls her eyes. “Maybe he has a marriage phobia. But every phobia is treatable. As a rule, a confrontation therapy is used. ”Her laughter turns brightly into the garden, mingling with the singing of the birds in the nearby birch.

Silvia answers shaking her head. "Oh, how do you imagine that? Should I put him a ring on his finger when he is asleep or drag him with handcuffs to the altar? "

The two women are laughing together. Stella looks after the moving clouds. “Since moving here, I feel like a whole new life is beginning . I have a good feeling, I think I'll make something out of it."

"A cool wind comes up, let's go back inside!" suggests Silvia. “You also have to try the cake I brought with me. “He's from the café, up here on Venusberg. The cakes in the displays are always very tempting, I noticed that last time. So , if you ask me to come back again to the subject of Mario, I think he has sent on the flowers to announce himself. One day he will be at your door in person , you have to expect that now. "

They are going into the kitchen , unpack the cake and decorate it on a large glass cake plate.

"It looks nice!" says Stella and nibbles a bit of cream that has stuck to the paper . "Then I will have to prepare myself mentally from now on, if that actually means that after the flowers the sender will knock on my door at some point. Can I actually slam the door in his face when he’s there? "

Silvia puts the cake platter in the kitchen. “You can always think about that. You probably still have some time. But there is nothing to prevent you from letting him in and exchanging a few words with him. You can suggest him friendship that’s what men do if they leave a woman. "

Stella fills the coffee cups again. "If he understands that?"

The friend puts the pieces of cake on the dessert plate. “ You never know. I don't think men and women get along on principle. Especially not with verbal communication . We are always speaking about very specific topics that contain a lot of factual information, where Jens and I get along. But wherever feelings are involved, it is going to be difficult. It's often better to look each other in the eye instead, smile at each other, hug or kiss. Men and women both understand that equally. "

The two women are trying the cream pie and a piece of the decorated Sachertorte.

"But now I ate enough for three days," says Silvia for herself. “It's actually strange that you always eat a lot more when you're in good company. Do you remember before? After school or sometimes before, we always bought sweets at the stall where the tram went around the corner. What was the name of this street again? "

"At that time it was called Kaiserstraße, but it was renamed several years ago because there is a second Kaiserstraße in Bad Godesberg and this district has now been incorporated into the city of Bonn."

Stella smiles. “And do you still remember those lick clams that we always secretly ate during class? That was a mess! "

“But it was even worse with the free sweets in the little sachet. But sometimes we put it in our hands and licked it. Or the little licorice bombs, which we glued to the back of our hands like a star, with spit and then licked off. Dear me, what little piglets we were! "

They laugh together and remember some sweets, which you could buy at the small kiosks.

“It's good that we lived through that time together,” says Silvia. “So we can't forget anything. And if we meet again in 40 years, we will always remind one another. "

“In 40 years? I'm curious to see what will become of us by then. Would you like to take me another walk through the forest to Waldau? It's time for a walk with Moni. At the weekend I always go for a long round with her at noon, that's good for her. Fortunately, I don't have a full-time job! I couldn't leave my dog alone for so many hours without a guilty conscience. "

Silvia makes a face. “Oh, today isn’t good. Jens wants to go hiking with me in the Siebengebirge today, possibly on the Drachenfels. Then I can work off the cake. He already looked a little disappointed this morning because I met you at the weekend. He said that otherwise he wouldn’t have too little time with me today because he has to leave early tomorrow. "

“Yes, of course I can understand that. The next time we prefer to meet on a day when Jens is not at home. What do you think if you get him some of the delicacies here and bring them back? Maybe from the salads and a piece of Sachertorte? "

“A great idea, I'll do it. But first I'll help you clean up."

Stella fights back, packs a few parcels with delicious groceries and leads her friend to the door, where the two say goodbye warmly and with a big hug.

***

2nd chapter

Stella wanders through the forest with Moni and keeps the lead brid., Between the old leaves from last year the birds hop around on the ground looking for food. The first wood anemone showed their white heads in the light of the afternoon.

sitting In the pine branches is sitting a pair of pigeons, whose melancholy calls penetrate Stella's ear. She feels addressed by the loud cooing, it sounds like wake-up calls to her.

The young woman let her mind wander into the past. What was it like meeting Mario? Of course, it was also a mild spring evening, and she and Silvia met on the little mini golf course, which next to the Casselsruhe excursion restaurant invites guests to play. The two young women liked this idyllic place, which attracted the guests between the tall pines and played the first ten lanes with enthusiasm, whereby they only had to write dawn a few points full of mutual appreciation. At the alley with the number 11, where the hole for the golf ball is in a slope with a a maze of small metal fences, the accident happened. Stella swung back hard and shot the ball high into the air with the rocket. Unfortunately, there was a handsome, dark-haired young man on the route who was picking up some pinecones from the last runway that were lying in the way.

It happened as it had to, the ball hit the hardworking young man on the head. Stella and Silvia rushed over to him, asked if he is fine while they could see how a little bump developed on his forehead.

“Sorry!” Stamms Stella, embarrassed. "Shall we take you to a doctor?"

The young man refused. "That's not that bad," he assured her. “I'll put an ice cube on it right away, then it 'll be better soon. That was a good punch, quite spirited. ”He held out his hand. “I'm Mario and my uncle owns this mini golf course. Sometimes I help him here. He did not choose this place very favorably under the trees. The needles fall here in autumn, and even in spring there are still a few old cones, as you can see here. Now we just have to look for your ball. "

“Don't worry about that!” Silvia interfered. "We'll find it, you better sit down on a bench in your injured state and rest!"

But he didn’t let himself be disturbed, instead he searched the lost mini golf ball with the two young women. Stella spotted him first, Mario only a second later, both of them bent down and bumped their heads together.

The young man groaned slightly, both laughed and apologized to each other.

Mario raised his eyebrows. “I think you're targeting my forehead. I've already had a bump, do you think I'm a devil and should mark myself with two horns? "

Stella was enjoying herself. “I don't know if you are an angel or a devil or something between. I mean, I don't know you. "

Mario looked the young woman deep in the eyes. “Then we absolutely have to make up for that. May I invite you both to an ice cream? "

The two young women looked at each other, nodded with a wink, and accepted his suggestion.

A little later they sat on the garden terrace of the Casselsruhe and ate the sundae with relish, while Stella's gaze roamed the panorama of the Rhine, which was presented to them with the Siebengebirge and the many churches and innumerable houses of the city of Bonn from high up in the valley .

Silvia watched Mario out of the eye corner, he looked steadfastly at Stella and seemed to have his own thoughts .

“You can take it here,” said Silvia. "This muffled background noise of the urban hustle and bustle still penetrates up here, but it almost sounds like music from this distance."

Mario startled. "I beg your pardon? Oh, yes, it's really nice here. My uncle chose the place very well for tourism. There are many guests here in summer. Are you up here often? "

Silvia looked at him carefully. "Not so often. We both live in the Endenich district, in a house with almost all student apartments. But the Venusberg is very beautiful, especially the forests with their excursion possibilities and the garden restaurants. We also love the Waldau, with the animals in the fenced-in forest, the roe deer, the goats and the petting zoo. "

"I like animals too, I would also like to have a dog, but pets are not allowed where I live."

"Neither here in Endnich," interjected Stella. “One day I'll move to an apartment where dogs are allowed. I really want to get one. "

Now she also noticed how intensely Mario was looking at her, she dared to look into his eyes as well and lost herself in his deep gaze.

Silvia noticed that something indescribable was happening to both of them, which was happening in front of her eyes at the moment. An invisible ribbon stretched like a bridge from Mario to Stella. The eyes of the two sank into one another.

Deep inside Stella heard a voice which told her that she had known Mario for ages. She was drawn to him by a magical bond.

"Hello Mrs. Brinkmann! Are you enjoying this spring day too? ” A female voice tears Stella from her thoughts back to reality.

The young woman is startled. In front of her stands the parish nurse from the parish of Venusberg. "Hello Mrs. Lemke! Yes, the dog likes to walk through the forest here, here he has a lot to sniff out. And look at weather you just have to take advantage of it. "

“I've wanted to ask you something for a long time, Ms. Brinkmann. Perhaps you have some time left outside of your normal work. I heard that you are not busy all day. "

"That's true. And I was just talking to my friend this morning about looking for a second job or an interesting hobby. Do you have any ideas? "

“I saw you in church the other day. You are quite new to the church, but I still have the feeling that going to church means a lot to you. Is that right, Ms. Brinkmann? "

“Yes, I feel safe in the belief of my religion. I've always been like that. Would you like to hire me as a coastal artist? "

Frau Lemke smiles. “No, we have a nice elderly lady for this position who does her job with love. I can well imagine that you can deal well with children. We are still looking for a supervisor for the children's church service group for six to eight year olds . Would you like to join our team? "

Stella thinks for a moment. “This is a whole new consideration for me. I've never done anything like this before. Do you think I'm suitable for it? "

“I already trust you to do it. In your job you have always dealt with people, the pastor told me. Your job would be to tell the children the relevant Bible stories on Sunday mornings, and then talk a little about their meanings with them.After that the pastor takes care of the rest in the subsequent community part of the service. "

“I'll think about it sometime, Ms. Lemke. I can imagine that it is also fun to talk to children about faith. I think about it, and then maybe we'll just try it out to see if I'm suitable for it. "

“I think you are. You have to be a friend and a person of respect for the children at the same time, then it will work out. Will you contact me? "

"Gladly. As soon as I am sure that this is the right job for me, I will let you know. "

The two women say goodbye to each other, wish each other a good day and part in order to continue on their way in different directions.

Stella's thoughts start moving. This offer would be perfect. A new task that brings her together with people, with hopefully still impartial children who may have an open ear. Children who can be shown the way to faith. She briefly remembers her own youth. How was it in the children's church service? Sometimes a bit boring, but depending on the pastor or supervisor, there were also very intense hours that felt like a guide . Why shouldn't she try that too? It would turn out whether the children were listening to her or were bored.

An elderly couple, hooked to support each other when walking , comes towards her and greets her in a friendly manner. Involuntarily she thinks of her own age. How would she be? Would she also be able to spend Sunday afternoons with a partner?

A young man crosses their path, but before he moves away , will he jerks and turns his face to her . “You have a good dog,” he praises Moni. “I once had a dog that just wanted to chase the birds in the forest. He was from the animal shelter and so uneducated that he cost me a lot of nerves, especially when he wanted to chase other animals. "

"That must have been really annoying," Stella agrees. “I have no problems with Moni. At least not when she's on a leash. Maybe it's a bit of the breed. She is a poodle, they are usually calm dogs. "

“ I'm Benno,” introduces the young man with blue eyes and dark blonde hair .

"I'm Stella, and you already know my dog ," replies the young woman and looks him in the expectantly smiling face.

He nods and extends his hand to her. “Is he always so well? Or does he plays as wildly as some other dogs? "

“Moni is never really wild. Even when she plays at home, with her little plush toys, her ball and her rubber bone, her romp is limited. I met completely different dogs there. Don't you want to get a new dog now? "

“I don't want to expect that from a dog at the moment. I work many hours a day in the office, the poor creature would be alone for too many hours. Otherwise, this part of the city is very suitable for keeping dogs. Here you can go straight into the green from everywhere. I assume you also live up here on the Venusberg? "

"Correct. For a few weeks in the settlement that was built after the war for the officials of the former federal capital. I like it very much here. "

"Me too. I live there too. On the Kiefernweg, quite far back at the bus stop. "

Stella smiles . "And I live right at the beginning, right in the second row behind the apple alley."

Benno is amazed. “Thats crazy, what a coincidence! However, I've been living there a little longer, about two years. And how do you do that with the dog? How do you manage to go for a walk and your work? "

“At the moment I only have a part-time job. That works great, of course. During the hours in which I am in Godesberg in the morning, Moni sleeps well in her basket. She is quiet, not even the neighborhood is disturbed by barking or yowling. " He looks at his watch. "Oh my godness! Now I actually didn't pay any attention to the clock. I have to finish a business letter quickly and bring it to the mailbox. It will be taught at 6:00 p.m. and you will certainly know that this is the last time our mailbox is emptied. I would have liked to talk a little bit more about your dog with you. But now I have to hurry, I'm sorry! "

"No problem! I think Moni will be bored anyway if I stay here any longer. Go on, I wanted to go a little deeper into the forest to hear whether there is a cuckoo at the moment. "

He grins, gives her a knowing look and brushes a strand of hair from his face. “I don't have my wallet with me, otherwise I would have looked for the cuckoo with you. And don't forget: if he calls, taps the wallet three times, you'll be rich in a few months. Have a nice Sunday, Stella! "

“You too, Benno! And good luck with the letter! "

They wave to each other again and continue on their way in opposite directions.

While Moni is constantly sniffing and every now and then excitedly wagging her tail, Stella listens attentively to the birdsong. Every now and then she stops and listens while her head rises expectantly to the treetops. But nothing happens, the cuckoo remains hidden for the rest of the walk.

***

3rd chapter

On the evening of the same day, Stella phoned Ms. Lemke, who gave her all the information about the children's service. "We will meet on Wednesday evening at 20:00 pm in the parish hall , to discuss the theme for the coming Sunday. It is about the solution from the letter of the Colossians, 3 verse 13. You can think about how you would like to convey this to the children. Just take an example from the everyday life of the children. You will surely come up with something, and if you don't, it doesn't matter. We'll all talk about it on Wednesday and help each other to develop good ideas. "

“And what is the name of the verse that goes with it?” Asks the young woman.

“Letter of the Colossi r 3 verse 13? I wouldn't have known that by heart either. But I've just looked it up. It called: "As the Lord has forgiven you, so you also must forgive." I think , it can do pretty good stories. "