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Sleeping with the expectation of a trip is real crap.In the morning, exactly on the day scheduled for my wedding trip, I am tired of a sleepless night in evidence by the lethargy in my movements. I hardly pay attention to traffic while I'm on my way to the airport, ignoring shops and people in order to rush the step that can make all the difference in my future.As soon as I embark, I greet the crew of my private jet, and sink into the leather armchair, letting the beautiful flight attendant take care of my luggage."Didn't you sleep well last night? "Hunter's voice sounds with unknown care to my ears.With a heavy sigh, I open one of my eyes, lazy. He stares at me with green eyes weakly shaded by dark circles, a countenance bordering on wear and tear.“No.”"I think the armchairs can serve as a bed" he points to the empty seat next to him. I'm facing him. "There's a button that makes them drag.”I can't help my smile. It's funny to see your effort to maintain a pleasant conversation
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The plane does not suffer from shakes, and as soon as the route starts pleasantly, the commissioner approaches to find out if we need anything. Penelope asks for a dose of whiskey, Hunter settles with a coke, and I refuse the offer. I stand with my body a little unstable by fatigue, and stagger through the narrow corridor between the armchairs, passing from cabin to cabin until I find the bedroom door.I don't see anything wrong until I'm already throwing myself in my bed. The sheets smell like flowers, although there are none on the quilt. My desk holds a bucket with ice and a bottle of champagne, next to a large, round tray of fresh Oysters. The wooden cabinet attached to the wall is decorated with three bands of colored light wires, similar to Christmas ornaments, and yet delicate and beautiful.Everything seems to have been prepared with special care, as if they were welcoming a couple, and, indistinctly, I feel desolate. I'm on my way to a wedding that has nothing sincere, nor yo
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“Hey, wake up!”The sound of the voice that calls me sounds distant, lost in the twilight of my sweet dreams. I don't allow myself to wake up. On the contrary, I lazily curl up in a soft and warm support point within reach of my arms, nesting over what seems to be a calm breath, resonating in my right ear.Suddenly something inflexible collides and painfully presses my foot, and I force myself to open my eyes, ready to roar.It takes me a while to get used to the light, and even more seconds to understand that I'm on a plane. I raise a hand to my eyes, rubbing them carefully so as not to trigger the pain I feel in the back. My head seems to serve as a stage for an orchestra, throbbing at every sound of the outside world. I moan softly."Yeah, you managed to hang out on the day you should be as sober as possible! "Exclaims that same voice.I move my head with as few movements as possible, seeking to find Penelope. She is looking at me from above, smiling so much that her face looks fro
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The first thing I notice at the time of disembarkation is how heavy the desert climate is for those who are not used to it. My nose immediately clogs and an itch spreads at the tip. Once outside the airport, a rented Bentley awaits us under the direction of a driver with a friendly smile and dark hair cut close. I almost thank your feet for the air conditioning on at most.The route along the highway is tortuously long, and I spend most of my time watering my eyes with eye drops. Penelope grumbles from her dry lips, and I have to agree that mine are increasingly cracked. Hunter remains looking at every inch of road we travel, attentive and mesmerized with the buildings that rise in the distance.When the driver starts chatting with Penelope, saying he has been visiting the city since he was ten years old, I realize that we are approaching the region known as The Strip and I poke Hunter with his elbow."This is practically the center of all the best hotels and nightclubs in the city,"
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Tall and clumsy, Christian Johnson, the cousin that the whole family is ashamed to assume as a relative, has just cooled the plan that had everything to be perfect with his stupid question.All heads turn to me, and I get mute. The lie we told my mother was so lame that I don't have the courage to repeat it out loud. In my defense, I wasn't expecting a party. If I had known that I would find half of my family gathered to crucify me, I wouldn't even have dared to open my mouth."Dean is Hunter's best friend," I joke a little. "When Hunter had problems with his cell phone number, he passed his friend's contact, and my mother got confused between the two. My fiancé has always been Hunter!”I don't even convince the elderly lady sitting in the corner of the couch. My grandmother analyzes Hunter's physiognomy, squeezing her eyes enlarged by the immense prescription glasses."Did you change your fiancé, dear? "She asks."If it's ever been difficult to get one, imagine two," says Christian,
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"Cliché" mocks Christian. My mother watches the scene with a little more attention."The cliché gave me a wonderful woman. "Hunter doesn't look away from Christian. "What did your pride bring you?”Christian opens his mouth, I don't know if he's shocked or ready to let out another mess, but my mother is faster and hits his ear with a strong slap."Don't be ridiculous in front of people who are not in your family, Christian. We can't put up with you anymore, imagine someone from outside!”My family scream in a collective laugh, Hunter also manages to laugh a little. I'm so nervous that I don't even risk moving my lips. I can always say some nonsense or give myself up in the laugh.“Man, I liked you! "Exclaims my older brother, giving Hunter his place on the couch. "Sit down, tell me how you managed to endure my sister's paranoia for so long.”Hunter settles down, looking so big on the small couch, that my relatives around him are just aged children. He rests his cane on the wall and st
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"How do you say "beautiful boobies" in Turkish? "Lawrence asks Hunter, studying him as if he were a kind of God of perversion.I said more than once that it would be a bad idea to come to the Hooters Hotel and Casino, but, having as company three people who do not make the slightest point of hiding the obsession with the female sex, I was forced to agree to make our first stop at the place where the waitresses parade in short and tight clothes to earn the night's commission.An undeniable fact about Las Vegas is that it is always very easy to be dazzled. Hotels and casinos may seem to tourist eyes like large shopping malls, whose specialty is to sell limited objects and souvenirs. But the more comfortable the environment becomes, the more you spend on slots spread over almost every floor.The Hooters lobby is entirely reserved for games. Slot machines, poker tables, automatic roulette, among others. It is always very easy to feel stimulated by the celebration of others and the loud mu
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The subject is no longer important when the waitress walks to us with the tray full. Just as she did while writing down our order, she details about each sauce and accompaniment of the fried wings, breaded seafood, and cheese balls. When she is about to return to no matter what hell a woman like this can come from, my brother thanks her in the Turkish dialect and ends with the blessed words that Hunter taught.To my joy, the silicone blonde closes her face and moves away quickly. Either she doesn't have the same cold blood as her colleagues in putting up with the cheeky flirtations of customers, or Hunter may have taught an unforgivable swearing. Anyway, it's wonderful to know that such a woman has an advanced intellect."Well done" cantarolo with satisfaction. Next to me, Hunter doesn't even move, pretending total innocence.Lawrence makes a vulgar gesture with his hand."Maybe she's a lesbian.”Penelope doesn't seem to find it too funny in the comparison, but she is pleased not to h
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I listen to her steps before she appears on the door frame, balancing herself in high heels that highlight the entire length of her naked thighs.Leaning with one hand on the wall, she watches me for a long time, from where I am kneeling waiting for her, venerating her.She's in no hurry. You know that I am, more than ever, willing to drown in any delight that your newly discovered sexual hunger is inclined to offer me.Therefore, I take this as an invitation to record every inch of her body in underwear made of leather and latex. She is wearing a black bodice with braided buckles that settles around her breasts as the perfect design of a heart, leaving her lap raised and more inviting than she has ever been. Black hair is hidden for some reason under a blonde wig that barely reaches your jaw, but that matches perfectly with your idea of innovation.I'm pretty sure I have my eyes shining when I notice the garter belt that connects in her tiny panties, considering that she worries about
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“Listen, Mika. I want you to calm down. This is nothing but drama and emotional blackmail, it's soon over. And Grandma hit you for believing she's not strong. Have you ever thought how many times she and our mother fought and kept talking?”"This is not about mom," she sighs, calming down. "Our grandmother is dying, Suzy. She doesn't have any more time. She can't worry anymore. You can no longer have to stay away from your grandchildren because they are contrary to what her daughter wanted. She always wanted us to have someone to take care of us, but she also believes that this someone has to be a man, and all I want is to offer her some comfort before it's too late and that this guilt tear me apart inside.”That's what it is.Guilt made me make hasty decisions, but if I had had another choice... If I could have prevented the worst things in my life from happening... I understand what my sister means, but I can't help but shudder.My family is too conservative for a woman who succeeds
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TWO MONTHS LATER“Something tells me that there are two very hungry people, Suzy... "sing Gabby when she appears through the door with two dormant packets in her arms.Gabby invades the office of my apartment without worrying about the cardboard boxes that guard my future move, and that lined up in the four corners of the walls, smiling openly even with the uncomfortable crying of two children at the same time. They are wrapped in wraps of the same color, because I didn't want to prematurely define the color my children should use "like blue for Adam and pink for Eylem; both are in red.I ask Gabby about Hunter's whereabouts, in which she gestures with her shoulders, going around the table so I can carry the babies. She says that my husband may be in the bath, or in the room he has been using as a studio for his photos, or simply resting. She cheerfully nods to Colton and Penelope sitting in front of me, both with expressions of pure charm when seeing the babies.Penelope sighs passio
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Long before I met Jonathan, I tried to deal with my problems with oblivion, with ignorance. Because I thought that not admitting something could make it less true. So I didn't admit my mistakes, and I didn't see the mistakes in others, because that way it was easier to continue acting naturally even with the chaos in my head.This caused me problems in the future, made me sick and weakened. I filled my head with unnecessary occupations. On the other hand, I learned several languages, traveled the world to graduate as many courses as I could, I got a chance to show everyone who blamed me that I could be better than that. But inside, there has always been the shadow of a child hidden in my tangle of memories. There has always been instability.I open the door that takes me to the leisure area of the roof, where the water in my pool is motionless and apparently very cold. The large window that allows me to see the sky is open, blowing a cold breeze against my loose hair, pushing it to my
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No one dares to even give a peep while watching, stunned, the long and intense kiss that Mikaela steals from Penelope.Not even Colton, whose act is limited only to taking a step back, looking away and leaving. He takes the glass of some drink in his hand in a hurry to go out the door, without caring about the looks that move to accompany him. I can't see her face, because he passes through the door with his head down, but the strength with which he hits her says a lot about what Penelope's inertia before the kiss may have meant to him.Penelope, however, is the first to recover from the shock, and what she does next almost allows us all to hear Mikaela's heart breaking.She is reluctant for a second, but ends up pushing Mikaela away, pushing her with a touch of delicacy on her shoulder, just before looking for Colton. When she realizes that he is not, Penelope curses some profanity and passes by Mikaela as if she were just a stone on the way. In a single second of impetus, my friend
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"You only live once," rehe rehetes Nicole, another friend of ancient times. "It was always this phrase that Glenda used for us to agree to do something stupid.”“Nothing has changed! "Exclaims Samantha in a muffled scream, putting her shell-shaped hands in her mouth.Only three of my best friends at school could be here right now. I made the invitation to everyone because I remember that they made my wedding one of the best brands of my life. And the best part about this is that they are all already married, or with children, and offered to take care of me in the postpartum period."How are you feeling about waiting for the babies, Hunter? “My father asks.“Nervous”Glenda laughs."If Suzy hadn't been so exaggerated, she would have had one baby at a time," she scolds in a mocking tone."I just need to know the formula to get far away from a twin pregnancy. It's my husband's dream, "laments Samantha."Stay away from the Turks," I warn.Hunter slides an arm around my body, wrapping me e
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"It's great to have all of you here tonight," I say when I raise a glass of juice. "It's not a Thanksgiving day, but it's a meeting with the most important people in my life, and the last time I'll see you for a while.”My pregnancy will not reach the thirty-seventh week, like the pregnancy of a single baby, and that is why I had the choice to prepare for hospitalization in the maternity hospital with almost eight months of gestation. Recognizing this left me panicked at first, but I already knew that I could not rule out a cesarean section since my exams became more frequent each new month.The babies are big and heavy, my stress "no matter how small it has been in recent weeks" has increased the chances of a premature birth, and my anxiety has not helped in much to ensure my rest. I'm leaving tonight for the maternity hospital, and I chose to have a dinner with friends and family members "the only family that really matters" so that they can give all the positive vibes I need for th
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I observe the funeral silence that seems to observe us as a living form. Nothing but dust and silence, it's all we become after we were dead. How many of these souls will ever find peace?"One day they will cease to exist, dear. They will never be forgotten. We will still be fighting for them. Remember what you told me on our honeymoon?”Hunter gently denies it with his head.“I knew a lot of secrets for you that night.”I give a soothing smile with the memory."And one of them was that if at some point I thought about giving up, I should remember that I still had a world to save. We still have a world to save, Hunt. The world that will be the home of our babies. Don't give it up. Not now.”Hunter retreats slowly, looking at my face as if he were seeing him for the first time. Maybe you are writing down the details and remembering others that may have been forgotten in your period in prison. The anklet deliberately hidden under his jeans shows no sign that he may have problems for bei
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We are in front of one of the cemeteries where unidentified people are buried. Hunter's uncle brought us here this morning, with the intention that I thought was a way to get closer to the family ties they lost over thirty years. It is the worst day anyone could have chosen to visit a cemetery without gates or any privacy, in an open field with a lot of dust and dead trees around.Path hand in hand with Hunter, while his uncle makes his way on the ground and talks about having visited each of the nameless tombs over the years so that he could bring peace even to those who have never had a family to cry about in their graves.It's a windy and terribly humid day, like the prelude to a storm.It's autumn, we are about to enter winter, and even the sun is misleading at this time of year. I'm wearing a scarf and above all, my body temperature has dropped faster than usual, and I'm always thinking of a way to protect my babies at all costs; even if the evil to be fought are the strong winds
