Elan

Your boyfriend is the director of the company. He was the son of your mother's friend with whom everything worked out, although you didn't even believe that you would have a relationship.

Before, you rejected him, and your mother said, “Well, he’s a good boy,” “He’s ideal for you,” but you didn’t listen to her. You thought that any guy would suit you except Elan, but fate decided otherwise.

At work, you saw Elan as a very serious and cold person, at work he did not smile, did not laugh, but at home he let loose to the fullest, as if at home he released all his energy.

He could burn any food he cooked, he could flood the neighbors, arrange a little party, but when he burned the table when he lit the candles, he always laughed as if he was not 25 years old, but 5.

Elan loved you very much, always kissed, hugged, behaved literally like a child, knowing that you would not judge, but sometimes he could get hit on the forehead.

He is not always active, sometimes he is an ordinary, adult person, and these moments were heaven for you, because you are a calm person who does not like strong activity.

One day, on a weekend, you asked Elan to pick up the clothes from the washing machine and hang them up, but a couple of minutes later you hear Elan calling you.

When you entered the bathroom, you saw Elan standing on all fours, his head in the drum of the washing machine, next to a basin with clothes.

“Darling, I’m stuck,” he said, barely holding back his laughter.