I want to tell my story to those who believe in fortune telling. Although, for those who do not believe - it will also be interesting. About two years ago, I went with my girlfriend to a fortuneteller. Granny was reputed to be clairvoyant in our area, and many said that her predictions came true. She dealt with the love experiences of my girlfriend āone at a timeā, prophesying her a new relationship and happiness.
She fiddled with me for a long time: she scattered pebbles, and examined the coffee grounds in a cup, and scattered cards. Finally she announced that I will move to another city, meet the man of my dreams, who will be the only one in my destiny, but there will be obstacles on the path to our boundless happiness that I must overcome in spite of everything. With a laugh of dismissing the predictions, I plunged into ordinary life - work, home.
Predictions Come True
Six months later, I was unexpectedly asked to take a position at one of the enterprises of our holding, for which I had to move to another region. I donāt have a family, they appreciate work, and I went. I remembered, of course, about the predictions, but decided to consider this a coincidence.
She rented an apartment, got comfortable in a new place, and a month later met Igor. Well-groomed, beautiful, with education, wealth. Fell in love immediately to the ears, and mutually! Then I completely believed in the fortune-telling of that granny, and was determined to turn the mountains on the way to our happiness. Obstacles, according to the prediction, were not long in coming.
Once it turned out that Igor was a gambler. Moreover, he owes a decent amount of money, which he urgently needs to give. Having gathered all my savings as soon as possible, I rushed to him at the other end of the district. Now I understand how stupid - a taxi would be safer.
In general, in a dark alley I was hit on the head and grabbed my purse from my hands with all the money. When I fell, I severely injured my cheek about something sharp. I donāt remember what happened next, but woke up already in the hospital. I spent two weeks there - without money, and even Igor never once visited me. It was painful and insulting. In addition, it turned out that through my cheek I now have an ugly scar. After discharge, I came to Igor, but he told me that such a one - with a scar on his face - he did not need me. My grief knew no bounds!
On the way to happiness
Remembering the words of the old woman that Igor was the only man of my fate, I resolutely went to the plastic surgery clinic. They agreed to help me for 25 thousand. But where do I get the money now when the last robber took it? In a foreign city, I have not even managed to make friends to ask them to borrow this amount. And after the sick leave, I got a penny - just to live on to a normal salary.
Having decided to look for cheaper plastic surgery options, I began to wool the Internet. I didnāt find anything sensible, but the Robot Seimer online loan service caught my eye: he offered to lend me the amount I needed. There was no need for collateral, no sureties, not a whole folder of documents, or even a personal meeting with the manager of Zaymer - they give out money for a month, transferring it to a bank card. Deciding not to anger the fate, which itself suggested the way to solving obstacles, I issued a loan. I expected 25 thousand to be transferred to me as a last resort the next day, but the money arrived in my account after a few minutes, and after lunch I signed an agreement with the clinic for the treatment of the ill-fated scar. Only three weeks - and I will be beautiful again!
Dr. Yurochka
Needless to say, Igor did not appear with me for these three weeks? But the young beautiful doctor who was doing the operation, practically did not leave me all this time. Every day he brought flowers, referring to the āspecial serviceā of paid customers, but I found out that bouquets are not included in the package of services of the clinic. Maybe from a good treatment, or maybe from his endless attention, I recovered very quickly, and Dr. Jura - as I jokingly called him - invited me after discharge for a real date. Of course, the first thing I paid was " ": I do not like to be due. And I went on a date with Dr. Yura, and did not regret it: I have never really met such a courteous and reliable man. I didnāt remember Igor anymore - I only heard that heās not doing very well. Iām not interested in him anymore. I just confused the men, believing in the fortuneteller's predictions. I will never guess anymore. After all, next to me is already the man of my dreams - Yurochka.
Ilona Savitskaya,
Based on materials https://www.zaymer.ru