VISITING HOURSClara stood still, like everyone else in the waiting room. Patrícia had entered the emergency room with the doctors, and it was only after twenty agonising minutes that she came out to deliver the news that Lara was stable but still in intensive care.Lara had been admitted to the ICU and would remain there until she improved."Thank you for bringing her to the hospital, Patrícia," Megan expressed her gratitude."She is in an excellent hospital and well taken care of. There is nothing we can do for her now, folks. I suggest everyone goes home and waits for news," the psychologist advised, and everyone nodded in agreement.Only Lipe and Murilo stayed behind, refusing to leave until Lara was out of the ICU.The friends departed, and Murilo and Lipe were left alone. They sat side by side, not exchanging a word for over an hour. Other people also awaited news about their loved ones and sat in the waiting room, speaking quietly to each other or on their phones. An elderly wo
DRINK A LOT OF WATER!Dália arrived at the hospital, and Lipe and Murilo were sitting in the same chairs where she had left them the previous night. They stood up when they saw her, and Sandro and she insisted that they go to the cafeteria for breakfast while she stayed there in case the doctor came with any news. After quickly swallowing their coffee, they returned to their positions in the chairs. Dália crossed the hospital to the opposite side and was able to visit Márcia, who was already in the ward after a successful surgery."Thank you for visiting, Dália," Márcia seemed small in the hospital bed. "The nurses are wonderful and keep me updated on Lara all the time.""That's good, my friend, but take care of yourself too.""Well, you should tell her that because this little devil doesn't want to stay still!" A kind nurse said to Dália."I can't believe that, Márcia!" Dália sat in a chair near her friend and took her hands in hers. "Is she giving you trouble?""I hate being in the
Jacqueline was accompanied by a guy. Clara and Dalia knew he was her husband from the photos they had seen, and because they were holding hands. She seemed nervous and hurried, her low-heeled shoes tapping on the smooth hospital floor. She was wearing a grey linen outfit, with pleated pants and a three-quarter-sleeve blazer.Dalia and Clara stood up together and followed her and her husband as they walked past without noticing them."Hello, are you Jacqueline?" Dalia asked, with a wide smile, reaching out her hand to greet her. Jacqueline looked at her for a few seconds but didn't shake her hand. She seemed frightened and looked around. "I'm Dalia, and this is my friend Clara. We're the ones who contacted you on Messenger.""Your hand is fine, you'll be discharged today, and we haven't visited you yet. We were waiting for you," Clara also spoke with a smile, but she didn't extend her hand since Dalia's hand was still outstretched.They were almost at the reception desk, and the recept
DON'T KILL THE MESSENGER!"Is her mother doing well?" Cilmo asked her friends after Jaqueline left."She is, she's doing fine," Dalia answered sadly.The three friends hurried to Márcia's room. They only had fifteen minutes left to visit her as visiting hours were coming to an end. They ran down the hallway to the elevator and arrived at the room where Márcia was lying, facing the wall quietly."Hello, dear, feeling a bit sad?" Cilmo approached the raised bed and kissed her cheek."Hey, girls!" Márcia seemed to brighten up and sat up in bed. "I'm fine now, eager to leave. Lipe just came by and told me about Lara. My nurse friend hasn't come in to work today, so I don't have any news about Lara.""But are you doing well?" Clara asked her."Oh, yes, ready to go, can't stand any more poking and prodding," Márcia smiled, and the friends took their seats in the chairs arranged by the bed. Cilmo pulled out an expensive and fancy apple and a magazine from her purse and handed them to Márcia.
THE HOSPITAL EVASIONCilmo returned to the room, feeling a bit dazed and smiling like a clown."What's with that strange smile, girl?" Dália asked her."Guys, I think Cupid has struck me!" she exclaimed, sitting down in the chair in front of Márcia's bed."You mean that shy nurse?" Márcia asked."He is really timid, isn't he?" Cilmo asked."Very much so. I've never seen anything like it. He's one of those people who, when they're embarrassed, tend to keep talking without being able to stop," Márcia recounted."I once watched a show where they matched people up, you know, the guys would come on the show and the girls too. It was a show that was really popular in the 80s and 90s," Dália began to share. "There was this guy, I'll never forget, Rômulo. My husband used to watch it with me every Sunday. Well, there was this guy, and he stayed on the show, unlike those who were eliminated on the first day because they were rejected by the girls. But this guy, he lasted four weeks, appearing a
EXTREMELY SHYCilmo didn't react. She didn't reciprocate the kiss, nor did she even close her eyes. His mouth was warm, and he simply kept his lips on hers without demanding anything more. With closed eyes, he maintained contact.When the elevator beeped, signalling that they had reached their floor, he opened his eyes and stepped away, taking a step to the side.Cilmo pressed the elevator button to keep it closed on the same floor."What are you doing?" she asked."I don't know, I'm sorry. I've been thinking about you all day. Well, even before that.""Are you a stalker?""No!""How could you think about me without even seeing me? It was my first time coming to visit my friends.""I... it feels like I've always been waiting for you, my whole life.""Damn, man, you work in a hospital! It's not possible that you don't have access to psychologists!" Cilmo was starting to get scared of the guy. She opened the elevator door and before leaving, she gave him a warning. "I'm a lawyer, don't
BASIC SECURITY!His mouth was velvety, his lips were plump. Cilmo laughed inside his mouth when their teeth accidentally clashed, and he stumbled when she sought his tongue.Fael moved away from her, leaving her momentarily puzzled."What's wrong?" she asked when she noticed he was uncomfortable and had moved to the other side of the elevator, his head bowed."I'm sorry... I...""It's okay, Fael. We're in your workplace," she said, trying to convey calmness. She released the elevator button. "Give me your contact information, and we can arrange to meet outside of here, talk a bit, get to know each other better."He dictated his number, and she wrote it down. She smiled at him before letting him off the elevator when it reached the ground floor.She celebrated with Murilo and Lipe in the waiting room when they told her that Lara would be transferred to observation in the late afternoon, moving out of the ICU. This was more than enough reason to celebrate, and the group was buzzing with
RELAXCilmo received a confirmation message from her friends, who assured her that they would call her in an hour and if she didn't answer, they would come knocking down the door. She laughed and set off on her way. She arrived at Fael's neighbourhood an hour and ten minutes later, and at the entrance of the neighbourhood, on a busy avenue, she stopped at a convenience store to buy a bottle of wine.His house had a gate and low walls, and she soon spotted him in front of the house, sitting on the sidewalk. Oh my goodness, he was shirtless and wearing shorts! This was making it difficult for her, he was really going all out!He stood up from the ground, and she almost drove onto the sidewalk when she saw the abs on his stomach. He had a serious expression but smiled when he saw her parking."I thought you wouldn't come," he greeted her."Took a while, didn't it? I was at Barcaça!" she replied."Wow, I didn't realise you were in such a distant neighbourhood." It wasn't her imagination,
TWO YEARS LATER"It may seem like many people say that, but I'm being completely sincere when I say you are the most beautiful pregnant woman I have ever seen!" Clara exclaimed as Megan entered her apartment."I hope she believes you, Clara, because I tell her the same thing every day and she doesn't believe me," Gregory said, entering behind his eight-month pregnant wife, who waddled with her pregnant swagger."I believe you, Greg, but when his godmother says it, I'm happy too," Megan said, sitting down with some effort and with Gregory's help. The two had been married for a year and seemed to be in a constant honeymoon phase. "Friend, I also never tire of saying that your apartment is the most beautiful I have ever seen.""I'm obliged to agree, and Dália helped me furnish it.""Dália has incredible taste, doesn't she?""Yes, look at this painting!" Clara pointed to the wall where a beautiful landscape canvas was hanging. It was exactly the painting of Paradise – she says it's for me
SO MUCH OLDER.When they left, Dália and Linda were buzzing with excitement, practically ready to take flight. Linda made calls to catering services, wanting everything to be perfect, and sent messages in the group, warning everyone and threatening anyone who thought about leaving tonight, as she wanted everyone present.Lara sent an audio message, saying she was heading to Márcia's house right now and promised to drag her along by her hair if she had to. Everyone responded with laughing and laughing emojis.Clara was practically dragged to the main house by Linda and Dália. Priscilla was already there with her boyfriend and their daughters, busy cleaning and organizing the house for the party later.Frank tried to help as much as he could, Jânio had left work to assist everyone, and Megan pulled Clara aside to tell her that this party would be good to get them out of the slump they were in. It was Clara's father's call that reminded her that she was supposed to be on her way to his h
RESCUEShe locked the living room door, trembling at the thought of him showing up, knowing she would hit him if he appeared there now. She paced around the room like a caged lioness. Hurt, devastated, and feeling dirty. She felt like the dirtiest woman on the face of the earth.Dália must have seen the lights on in her living room because minutes later she knocked on her door. And she only opened it because she recognized her friend's voice."Why was your door locked?" Dália asked as soon as she entered. "I couldn't sleep thinking about Jaqueline and Márcia, can you believe it? I'm going to make some coffee."Her friend didn't look at her and didn't notice how bad she was feeling. Clara thought it was better that way and shouted from the living room."Okay, I'll get ready and take a shower, and then I'll come to the kitchen."She really needed a shower and took a long one, hoping that the water would wash away some of her pain and anguish down the drain, and that her eyes wouldn't be
THERE ARE OTHER PLEASURES IN LIFE.And that's exactly how it went. Clara had a sleepless night. It was past midnight, and she was still stressed, thinking about how casually he had mentioned talking to her father, solving the problem, just like that. But by one in the morning, her feelings had changed, and she felt like a fool for getting upset and kicking him out of her house simply because he had said he would never have sex with her, ever! What kind of woman was she, getting rid of a man just because he said he would never sleep with her?But at two in the morning, she reconsidered. No, it wasn't about sex! The harsh reality of her situation with Otavio was that it was messy and strange. Perhaps deep down, she knew that it would have to come to an end someday. It wasn't about sex, it wasn't a relationship, it wasn't what they had. She knew that one day it would have to end, and now seemed just as good a time as any. A breaking point could come at any moment, even now.Reality final
I AM AT MY LIMITDália messaged her shortly after, and she thought it was Dália who was turning the doorknob."Hi, my dear. Is something wrong?""Was it you at my bedroom door?" she asked."No, I'm already in bed, but I was there about twenty minutes ago, and Otávio was mopping the living room. Is everything okay?""No. We had an argument, Dália.""I understand.""I don't want him in my house anymore. Please let him know that he needs to go back to his own house.""I will, don't worry."After a sleepless night, she left her room and saw that the living room was sterile clean, but he wasn't there. Thank goodness for that. But his mother was there because the smell of fresh coffee was coming from the kitchen."Good morning," she greeted her friend, who along with Linda, was sitting at the table having breakfast."Good morning. Are you feeling better?" Dália asked, concerned."Yes. I'm feeling better now.""Was it one of his quirks?" Linda asked."No, Linda. I got upset when I joked with
YOU DON'T SLEEP HERE ANYMORE!"I still can't believe it," she said, lying on his chest in the morning. "I don't even feel the urge to drink.""God, that's the best thing I've heard in centuries," Lipe said, his voice husky and smiling."I didn't sleep with Murilo, Lipe. I know I've said it already, but I want to emphasize it.""It's okay, love. I believe you, okay?""Especially because I could only think of you since I left the hospital, and my mind was filled with thoughts of you all the time.""Lara, I'm so happy, and it's so unbelievable to me that I feel like I might be dreaming, you here with me, telling me that you love me." He propped himself up on his elbows and looked at her with shining eyes."I don't understand why it's so hard to believe. I'd be crazy not to love you, love. I may be dependent, but I'm not insane. You're the most incredible guy who has come into my life, and it would be me not believing that you could love me. I just have to be grateful to the universe for
I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO SURE IN MY LIFE"Are you not going to visit her at the farmhouse?" Clara probed."I'm not that evolved," he replied, smiling to the side."I don't understand," she said."She stayed at my house the day she was discharged from the hospital, Clara, and left in the morning without saying goodbye, just leaving me a note on the fridge saying she would spend a few days at the farmhouse. I could have taken her there, but she called Murilo. They're together at the farmhouse now, and my concern is that he and she, well... they degrade themselves sexually. I'm sorry for telling you this, but you've gone out with her to Jânio's parties and you've seen how she uses sex to vent," he explained."Oh my God, Lipe. I'm so sorry," Clara wanted to cry upon hearing that, imagining how much the young man was suffering."I guess deep down, I worry that she will resort to old habits that will lead her to relapse, you know, and she has struggled so much to get clean," he confided."You a
LIGHTNING STORMMegan was thinking about Gregory even more now. She had stopped stalking him on social media a long time ago. It was too much suffering, why continue to do that, to hurt herself even more?Talking to Clara was always wonderful. It brought her relief and made her feel calm. But when she was alone, the thoughts assaulted her again. No matter how much she tried to convince herself that it might be her ego screaming, that her longing for him was because she couldn't have him, that it was the desire for the forbidden, deep down she knew it wasn't just that. It wasn't a matter of ego; it was love in its most painful and absurd form. It was the love for someone who was already committed, and if he were single, they would be together, end of story. She wouldn't be the mistress for quick encounters, the other woman who patiently or anxiously waits for the married and committed man. She had self-respect and wouldn't lower herself to be the lover who regrets being with the husban
YOU DID THE RIGHT THING!When his plump, warm lips touched hers, the sound of the door being opened concealed her moan. Finally, a woman who valued her bladder!"Let's go to my place," Gregory whispered in her ear, intertwining his finger with hers, and she followed him outside. The woman who entered didn't even notice them there, nor did she notice that there was a man present. Megan walked with him, their fingers still entwined. It was only when they were going down the escalator that it hit her. One: she was walking hand in hand with a married man in the middle of a shopping mall. Two: he said they were going to his house?But she didn't want to ask anything. She feared that if she asked any questions, the enchantment would break, he would change his mind, see reason, and by God, the self-proclaimed moralist feared that. She mentally kicked herself. Rolled her eyes internally at knowing that she was falling for it as well, and this time, fully aware! She was aware that she was acco