+GISELA+ "Thank you, everything was delicious," I moaned. "Now everything is in its place, the only thing I need to do is bring the feathers, so they can be put in good celestial covers. I promise I'll get them back." Puff... I finished cleaning up the mess that Lucero and the cursed devil dog had caused in the apartment. Cleaning the living room and kitchen took me forty-five minutes, then I attended to the young man who came to deliver the Chinese food. It was more than obvious that I wasn't going to miss out on such a meal, so I took the packaged food that the women from the house had given me and put it in the refrigerator. I took the food service to Lucero's room, where I decided to stay because she didn't want to get out of bed. I can even assure you that the hangover is taking its toll on her. "No, I should be thanking you for everything you've done for me. You didn't have to come, you could have waited for me to come to your house, and I'm not saying that because of that da
"I don't know, apparently memories were what kept our relationship alive. I can say that we should never have taken the step towards marriage. Maybe that's what ruined us. He didn't look at me with the same eyes anymore. His concern was his parents. Everything made him grumpy, and he seemed unsatisfied with the wedding preparations. He wasn't the same person anymore and without hesitation, he agreed to cancel the wedding. I could hear the pain in her words, how she wished to disappear. "He won't look for me and call me because I left him a good message with the post I made. I also made sure to block him everywhere and change the locks on the apartment. I'm not selling the apartment because of him. I need to change many things. I don't want this to affect me, but it does. Selling the apartment is a step I must take because the next step is overcoming the past that you miss so much. Gisela, I can't force anyone to love me. This is who I am, and there's no turning back." "He's a coward.
“Don't forget to use a condom, I don't want you getting sick. The neighbor may have a very good face, but we don't know what's inside.” “That's enough, you're a party pooper and that's what you need. You have to come to one of the parties I'll be attending, but I warn you now that that devil bitch is not invited. You can hire a babysitter.” + “Gisela, I'm going out for a moment, don't take it the wrong way, but it seems like your beloved is coming for you," he says as he moves away from the window. "Don't be bothered by what my eyes just saw.” I run to the window, not because I'm looking for gossip, but because I'm interested in everything related to him. No, I can't believe what my persistent eyes are seeing. He's arguing with the same woman who came to Adal's house to demand what belongs to her, "his love." My question is, what is he doing with her? He assured me that they would have nothing to do with her or any other woman because we're supposed to keep up appearances, but f
"I never meant to..." "It doesn't matter! Your intention doesn't change the outcome. Apparently, you didn't anticipate that I'm not the kind of woman who stays quiet when she sees you screwing whoever your damn and freaking penis wants. I'm tired. I'm standing here now, telling you how I feel about how you humiliate and make fun of me. So, please, enough." "Things aren't as you imagine," he covers his mouth with a hand, lowering it forcefully and letting out a loud sigh. "I was being polite. A greeting isn't a sin for which I should be judged. Your intentions will shine through and get what they want. Since you got mad for nothing, because I have nothing with her, I assure you and confirm it!" Wow, he really looks puzzled. No... I shouldn't fall for it. It could all be a coincidence, but I won't allow him to speak to me. To hell with manners! "I want you to understand that I'm not your toy, and I won't play that game." "Gisela..." "What?" I roll my eyes, trying to stop staring
Those words are completely sincere, I don't want to let the lady down, despite the disaster I've caused. "Not feeding her" is my first mistake as a caregiver. The employees are the ones who help me take care of her, even though it's not their job, and for that, I will always be grateful to them for their help. Could it be that they realized I can't take care of a small animal? "Sir, you can sit down, we can all sit down," ending the topic of the little dog, Lucero comes up with a great idea for us to sit down. "No, Gisela and I wanted to tell you to come with us, and if you accept, you can live with us. It's clear that we will have separate rooms. You can come now or whenever you want." Like the owl itself, I turn to look at Adal, approach him, and ask him when he asked me. "My intention is for Gisela to spend more time with me. She's having a hard time adapting to the house and the apartment." Damn liar! Awwww... He has a good heart, he wants to invite her to the house because he
လ It's been a nice week in the company of Lucero, even though it will end soon because she has asked Adal to give her job back since there's no marriage holding her back. Just when things were going well, she decides to go back to work. For once, I'm being selfish, but unfortunately, there's nothing I can do to stop her. Things are what they are, and to keep myself from getting bored, I should start doing what I enjoy: watching movies, series, or even writing. Writing? I can't be serious, that's complete madness. I can't write, that's insane. Besides, what would I even write about? My life? No, this may all be crazy, but I have no right to reveal something that shouldn't be revealed. A few days ago, I called my mother, and thanks to Adal's money and my contract, I was able to send her money each month. And... I want to take the liberty of asking Adal to let me go to my parents' house, but I can't seem to find the right moment to do it. It's better if I wait. Oh, I just remembered, I
"Can I know what's causing you so much laughter?" I hear a familiar voice and turn around, my mood skyrocketing. "I got distracted, I was coming for you and if you'll excuse me, I can leave fifi to her bed and take a shower now." ++Adal++ လ Accepting the truth is complicated, I don't feel ready to admit what I feel and what I want. Lucero and my friend Alfonso are telling me that I can end the marriage, that it's no longer necessary for us to pretend, given that the money and power of the inheritance have been handed over to me and I can end the contract without any problem. That hit me like a bucket of cold water, I wasn't ready, and I don't feel prepared to let her go. Why now? Hmm? I don't understand why both of them insist that I end my marriage with Gisela, why can't I wait for the year I had stipulated? I don't see it as necessary, not when we're more united than ever. I'm trying to understand this damn sign. A moment ago, I had come from work, I was in the room with Gisel
These two believe I am capable of such a thing, I don't want to admit it, but I'm also afraid of the separation that we might have. Darkness deep within me tells me that separation is better at this moment before it's too late, however, there's another side that tells me to live day by day, not to dwell on fears and insecurities. "I don't even consider it. I'm sure things will end badly, and not for you." Am I really that bad? Well, that's their thinking, and I can't do anything about it. I'll try to be a good person to her, and I believe I have been, but now that Lucero and my friend have been insisting on how bad I am and the suffering I can cause Gisela's heart. I'm going to talk to Gisela, I want her to tell me herself that she's afraid I'll hurt her, that I'll be a fucking bastard. "I'm leaving, don't worry, and don't forget to pack your bags," I say with a playful tone, heading towards the exit. "Don't forget the suitcases, don't forget them." "No, I don't want her to die,
+ Five months later... "My love, we will soon reach our destination and I want you to do something for me. I want you to put on this blindfold and not ask why," the car comes to a stop, my eyes open wide, and a crazy smile appears on my face. I was expecting something like this, but not so soon. I had no choice but to agree, so I grabbed the cloth and obediently covered my eyes like a little girl. Ha ha ha, suddenly it made me laugh. Why is my beloved not so mysterious or someone who can pretend? I can detect his nervousness from here and his desire to surprise me. "Okay, but I warn you that sometimes things don't go as planned." Aaaah, inside, I want to scream with joy. I am a happy woman who just wants to enjoy all the wonderful things her husband is giving her. After I put on the blindfold, Adal keeps driving. I'm nervous, lots of things are going through my head, and I don't know which one of them will come true. After a few minutes, Adal tells me that we have arrived at ou
+ This must be a headache! For the first time, I saw my son cry in pain. As I was leaving work, I received a call informing me that my son had been admitted to the hospital and was being attended to by a pediatrician. I demanded to know what was going on and if Gisela was aware. My mother, crying, responded, "She's asleep. We didn't want to worry her, especially after seeing that he couldn't walk." I didn't say a word about the issue when I asked for the address; I just knew I had to be with my son. Within minutes, I arrived at the clinic, my breathing rapid and my heart racing. Seeing my little one only made me more desperate, as my mother's statement about his fever was still true. My child was suffering, and they weren't doing anything about it. All we could do was wait. Eventually, I picked up my baby and left the place. They weren't attending to him as they should have been. My mother screamed after me as I left, but I couldn't take it anymore. I told her that my son wouldn't
+ADAL+ I am disappointed. Last night was an unforgettable moment. We even promised to try again, but when I woke up, she wasn't by my side. She had left. I panicked and tried to contact her, but I couldn't find my phone anywhere. I remember locking myself in the shower for half an hour, thinking about what to do, or what was going through Gisela's mind. She had given me the opportunity I had been waiting for, and now my fear is that she will regret it. I decided to get out of the shower, get ready, and leave my room. I had to get out of those four walls before I went crazy. Part of me knew I had to find her and seize the opportunity I had been given. Just as I was about to leave the house, I ran into my mother. She told me that my phone had been taken by the person I was desperately trying to reach, and if I intended to find her, I should call my number or look for Lucero, the person who had been helping me without any commitment. My mother said, "run," and I flew. It wasn't long b
"No, I hope I didn't interrupt your sleep," my words are sincere, but his reaction is nothing - no emotion on his face, he's furious. Years may have passed, but I remember perfectly when his serious face means he's ready to kill, not to think. "I'll just have this little coffee, and then I'll leave, I have a few things to do at home." "I think we should talk first before you go," he says after sitting next to me. "Since it seems you're having trouble remembering, I want to tell you that I didn't like that you drank and let yourself get careless. Do you know what would have happened if I hadn't arrived on time?" I gulp, panic takes over me, I don't know what to say, and I have no arguments to refuse. Where were the girls? I'm sure he's lying, he just wants to scare me into submission. No, he's wrong if he thinks I'll reward him. "To be honest, I don't remember anything, and if we're going to talk about what happened yesterday, it's better if Lucero and Dolores are present. They kno
+ "Wait for me, don't go alone," I hear Dolores shout behind me. She wants to dance with me, and I hope the waiter doesn't bring the margaritas right now. God, I need those margaritas! "Baby, don't leave me alone," and boom, Lucero joins us. This is good because now we're really enjoying the night. We're the three friends, not rivals that everyone expects. Never ever forget this moment. Lucero and Dolores are two important pieces for my heart and mind. "Please wait for me here, I'll be quick in the restroom, you know, so the others can get in," I leave them there. I want to dance with them, but my bladder is the most important thing right now. I walked down a narrow hallway and reached the restroom, which was so bright that a pulse of pain shot from my eyes to the back of my head. When I arrived at the stall, I fixed my hair and shouted to the sky because it's empty and all the stalls are available for me. Ha, how funny, I just need one. After a couple of minutes of relieving my
"Hey, you're not supposed to drink it like that," shouted Lucero, trying to snatch the margarita glass from me. As she made the attempt, I tilted the glass further, taking advantage of its chilliness. "You have no remedy, dude. Please bring three margaritas. She needs more than two. Oops, sorry. She's already on her second one, and it's all because she wants to act tough and drink vodka when she can't handle it." "Lucero!" I complained, finishing the last drop of margarita, and placing the glass aside to pick up the next one. "You're right. I'm not a drinker, and if you know me well, you know my throat is burning." And I went for the second margarita, I'm sorry for Dolores, but my throat is on fire. No! This can't be happening. My tongue is... "You're already lost, woman. Nobody understands what you were talking about." That's it. I'm already feeling dizzy, but it's all because I took the two margarita glasses from Lucero. I thought things would be different this time, that becaus
+ The night bears witness to our madness, and it wasn't long before Lucero showed up. The three of us decided to leave the house together, of course, only if the babysitter stays with my baby. And since Lucero is one of those who swears that everything will be fine, Dolores and I came to accompany her to the first bar we found, not those shady ones as Lucero would say. She has that touch of superiority, which is normal, that's how she was raised. For me, it's the third time I've been to this kind of place, and I think it will be the first time I take any drink with alcohol. At this moment, each of us will share our story; what troubles and saddens us. We've come here to drown our sorrows. The music in the bar is completely soft, not the kind where you have to shout to be heard. The club has low lighting, deafening and full of contorted bodies: on the dance floor, in the hallways, against the bar. A DJ mixed music on a small stage, and posters plastered all over the front promised t
+ In the end, Adal got his way. The spoiled son of his father took us home because he said I was nervous and not in condition to drive. At first, I objected, but Dolores jumped on board to become friends with Adal. After Adal realized there was nothing he could do, he blackmailed me with the words, "Our son is waiting for you at home." He was being sly, as he brought my baby into our fight. I don't want him involved in my life anymore. I don't need him. Now that I'm home, I bite my tongue with the intention of staying quiet. I watch as my son plays with that man, because Gerald ate all the dinner the nanny prepared. Dolores approaches me and tells me I need to change my attitude. Whatever that man did in the past, it's better to leave it behind because time keeps moving forward, it doesn't stop or go back. Now she's becoming Adal's savior and defender. No, that man doesn't need anyone to intervene, he can defend himself just fine. "Mrs. Gisela, the child needs to shower, but..."
"No, I need them to leave," I replied angrily, "understand for once that I need to be alone." "Damn..." he muttered, and I felt like opening the door, "I don't know what happened to make you shut yourself in, but let me tell you one thing, woman, if you don't come out now, we're not leaving and neither are the employees because it's not fair for you to stay and for them to go to sleep." That man is insane, I had no choice but to open the door. I stumbled and half said that both of them were insane. "Hey, what happened to you?" Dolores comes to me with open arms, "why didn't you call me?" I stopped, a lump formed in my throat, and I burst into tears as I felt her arms around me. Between sobs, I told her that I was to blame for other people making bad decisions. "No, that's not true. We are all responsible for our actions, and you didn't put a knife to that person's throat to make them mess up, like we do with butter on bread." I didn't do it with a knife, but in a way, I pushed h