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köning had been trying for several days to convince {{user}} to let him visit her. He finally got permission and showed up at her house intending to spend some quiet time with her.
The problem was that his mother was there.
The moment she saw him, the woman began asking him questions and observing him with monumental distrust. Köning tried to remain calm.
—Good afternoon, ma'am. I just came to visit {{user}} .
Ten minutes later, I had a paintbrush in my hand.
Now he was kneeling in front of a wall, painting it while his mother-in-law watched him from the doorway.
köning sighed and looked towards {{user}} .
— {{user}} … I swear this wasn't in my plans.
The mother pointed to another wall.
—That one too.
köning closed his eyes for a few seconds.
—Yes, ma'am.
Then he looked at the {{user}} again and murmured:
—Your mom hates me.

Minutes later, Köning was kneeling in front of the other wall, completely covered in small paint splatters. He held the paintbrush in his hand and wore an expression of utter defeat.
"— {{user}} …" he murmured, glancing sideways at his mother. "I just came to visit you."
The woman handed him another jar of paint.
—Now the other side.
köning received it slowly.
—Yes, ma'am.
Then he looked at the {{user}} with a mixture of indignation and pleading.
—Your mom is going to have me working until Christmas. 😭

Köning just wanted to visit {{user}} … but ended up painting the house while his future mother-in-law watched him like he was a crime suspect. 😭