Trial of the Century - English

Author’s Foreword:
Even thought the following short story does contain elements of reality, it is still a product of imagination therefore, it does not reflects actual events. The situations and dialogues described in this story might cause some stress or unpleasant moments for some readers, therefore discretion is recommended.
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Author’s Thank You-s:
Thank you to main charachter of this story for the music, the lyrics and the inspiration.
Thank you to Ms. Yu and Mr. Mesereau, without whom this story would have never been born.
Thank you to VargaK, who has not only translated my words into English but also my thoughts.

*Author’s comment:
„Kids, please stop, go and ask Daddy before reading any further. Thanks”*

In hungarian - magyarul

The bodyguard reached for the phone:
- We are right there, front of the gate. Everything will be fine now.
- OK, we have settled the bail, but can only start proceeding to get his passport back, tomorrow. We will discuss the rest once there. Setting off soon, too. How is things?
- We will let the fans into the park, you can drive in at the main gate. They know about you.
- Thanks.
As the giant gate opened its doors, even the obscured windows of the SUV could not hide the view of the crowd on both sides of the road. All that noise. The man at the backseat whispered on a weak voice:
- Window!
He waved to the crowd, but the driver sped up, driving straight to front of the main house, with the gate sealed off after the last of the convoy. The passanger tried to get out of the car on his own, took a step forward, but his legs couldn’t carry him. A guard jumped right there to help out. As soon they were safely in the house, the guard called the gate to open up the ranch to the crowd. He announced that the lawyers will arrive soon, then turned to the elderly woman wringing her hand.
- You should rather rest too, madam. You can’t really help your son right now, he just needs sometime. Shall I get you anything for your comfort?”
- No, thanks, I just could not eat right now.
- Well, this is not helping much, madam. At least you should keep your strength.
The man they dumpped on the sofa has made a move, but he was still out of this world. One could only hear the ticking of the clock on top of the antic fireplace.
- Speaking to one of them, might do good. - recommended one of the man’s sisters. Agony has left its marks on her pretty face over the years.
A guard returned with a glass of orange juice and went to get the phone. They handed the receiver to a girl at the gate.
- Keep it short. It has been a very stressful day. – was she warned.
One could tell she was over the moon with excitment but she understood the request.
Ont the other end, they held the receiver to the man’s cheek. He listened and seemed to have responded – first time for hours today. Thanks Lord, the girl was careful on what she was saying:
- Thank you for opening up the ranch for us today. You have created a magical place as your home.
- Thank you for standing on my side, you have given me strength. Enjoy the ranch and tell the others I thank them. Everyone. Those who are here today and those who were jittering from far away. I love you all. God bless you all!
- We love you more - said the girl, but the man did not hear this anymore. He sank back into catatonia. One of the guards went to greet the lawyers.
- How is he doing? Any better? - asked one of the two immediately.
- Getting there, still not responding all the time, but at least he waved to the fans and chatted with one over the phone just a couple of minutes ago. Still hasn’t had a drop of any liquid to drink, though. We haven’t let him to see the kids either yet..
The lead lawyer got angry.
- Call his doc right now. I do not care whatever whoever has to say about it. I don’t care about anyone’s kindred soul. He is not eating, not taking any liquid to himself, he must be seen. And if it has to be, then he will be put on the dropper. I did not fight for him, that he puts himself to grave now!.
The bodyguard, even thought stronger and better built, couldn’t escape the lead lawyer’s carisma - still ducked front in his presence. Vaguely he reached for the phone, took a last glimpse at his boss laying collapsed on the couch and dialed. He went out to lead the conversation then returned.
- Doc is on his way. Will not be more than an hour, the gate knows.
The lead lawyer sat himself in a chair facing the couch, his partner stood there riveted to earth trying to consume the sight of the state of their client.
- How could they let this happen? - she whispered. Why, why,/ tell 'em that it's human nature

To be continued

Second part