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​​"My inside memoir" I was talking with my friends from the Training course, in the classroom, after lunchtime, we were waiting when our 3rd class would begin, it may begin at any time, we waited for a coach. Someone had a phone call to my mobile, unknown numbers. It was my husband, with fierce he began to talk " It is your err! I told you, I warned you! -he said. " What is happened, I did not get you? Can you clarify? " - I asked. Your friend Salima did not repay her debts to the bank. You are bail on it Do you remember? He asked me. I swallowed, I knew what he meant. The debts were purchased from my account. It was hard for me, my daughter asked for a new pair of shoes from my salary. My debts also must be paid. No words to reply to my husband. I glanced to the window the sun was setting. It was the third time. Salima Husen would never pay back my money, I infer it. She had large debt and it was my mistake to be a guarantor for her. In a few seconds, I became deaf, then I heard that my husband was saying that I should have gone to her home and make a scandal, I replied with my agreement. At that time my coach entered the classroom with a smile. The audience stopped talking, Nellie was one of our coaches, her nationality looks like Russian but she is German. So she is so punctual and dependable to her work. I attempted to listen to the lesson, I strived to understand what was going on around me however I looked into Nellie's eyes and I thought about my problem what happened last time when I purchased all Salima's debts. On that day, my husband came to my workstation and we had some dispute with him, I tried to explain to find out a solution but he didn't want to listen to me and slapped my face, I looked at the ground and didn't want to raise my head if raise my head I would see his savage face. At that moment Salima called to my husband, I recognized her voice, her cheerful voice my husband began to talk about debts, and walked slowly away from me. He was standing in the far distance and he unknowingly raised his legs and was known to be in a good mood, smiled a little bit by holding the phone to his ear. Then he ended his conversation, started walking towards me. It was a mystery for me, I had a lot of questions in my head but 'why he went away, did he have a secret, why he smiled what did they talk about?' I felt some jealousy he came back and said he had some work to do urgently he needed to go. I didn't ask anything even didn't say a word. I turned back tried not to look back at the same time holding back my tears. That day was the day my husband slapped me for the first time. I remember that pain. I touched my left cheek and my tears were wiping my face. Nellie shook her head at me and discussed something with the whole class. My mind stopped working and I started to cry. The classroom was silent I heard my voice, only my crying voice, I realized that everyone was silent and glanced at me. Nellie my coach looking at me with a questioning look. Written by -> U.P It's my first memoir happy to share it. I wanted to impart it Any mistake or question? Any feedback 😺