"I'm afraid that one day I'll wake up and not see you, that I'll desperately miss your body, your smile, that fixed stare you make when you're angry, or how you sweat when you lie or are nervous. There are many things I know about you, maybe they're not enough, but they're the ones I'll miss when I open my eyes." His words leave me stunned, breathless. "I'm not a child. Ever since you appeared in my life, and I don't mean that day you came to my office - it was that late-almost evening when we collided. At that moment, I was worried about seeing you lost, on the verge of falling into the abyss. The last thing I expected was that you were the same girl who would agree to be my wife. Do you know what that means? It wasn't some planned thing, nor do I think it's just a coincidence of fate. It's nothing less than my damn karma giving me a lesson in life, all because I was an arrogant man, full of darkness in my heart, despising that love that wants to forcefully take over my heart." "Ada
+LUCERO+ Finished! The topic tonight is how my years-long relationship ended in a matter of seconds, simply because everything vanished. I'm not nervous about the wedding, nor am I being paranoid, none of that. My supposed boyfriend has stopped showing the interest he once had, all of which happened since our wedding was approaching or since I've been spending more time with Gisela than with him. He doesn't understand that being with Gisela is because I want to be by her side and that it's my job, that there's nothing abnormal about it for him to get stressed and angry. It's not that I'm in love with her, nooo... I'm not a lesbian, and I've shown him that in bed and in every part where we are alone to take advantage of what I feel. I love him, but I can't marry him when he insists that we live with his parents and that I quit my job at Müller Enterprises. We've discussed our love and relationship tirelessly until we reached the point of shouting that the wedding is cancelled, tha
+GISELA+ + How is it that they say... "Time heals everything." To hell with that thought, it's been several hours, and he hasn't bothered to show up, it worries me, of course it puts me in a bad mood because it makes me think he doesn't want to see me! The dog is currently on the first floor, it's better for her to stay there because Adal couldn't handle the barks of the little Fifí. "Gisela, I can come in," alerted me. I opened my eyes and got out of bed as if there were hot coals beneath me.I went straight to the door and for some reason asked, this is his room, correction, "our room". "What happened?" I furrowed my brows and crossed my arms. "Babe," he whispered, took me in his arms, I stood still with no expression, he approached me with his lips and I reacted. I grabbed his head firmly and put my mouth on his lips. His hands slowly moved to my hips. He gently nibbled my lips, caressed them, licked them, until he stopped with his tongue and kissed me deeply, in silence. H
"How nice that he remembers his childhood because I also remember mine, not the same, but I remember it. [Flashback] "The devil take me! I overslept, the sheets are stuck to me, my mother and teacher will kill me since I don't have time to have breakfast, and I'll be late for class. My mother came to wake me up as she does every day, but this time I asked her for five minutes, and those five minutes unintentionally turned into thirty minutes. She didn't even give me time to take a bath, I just did what they call a 'Russian bath'. I quickly dried myself off, and all I could do was my sad face. Ready, I ran out of the room and with fear I appeared before my parents. Their bewildered expression and the redness of their faces surprised me, they looked at me like they wanted to kill me. "Don't move," my father stopped me from turning around, "it's not our fault that you overslept, no one asked you to stay up late reading this book, 'Ardent Romance'. What does this mean?" "My book!" I
"Why? I'm very interested to know why giving everything for your loved ones is possible, don't you have the right to live your own life?" As I wish to convey that words can be as heavy as their meaning, and that not everything is easy. My parents gave everything for their loved ones, but I didn't want to remember the sad past when my father started getting sick; he wasn't just sick in his heart, but his spine and nerves were also betraying him. "It's okay, you can listen, and I don't expect any pity or sympathy... My eyes and ears could appreciate the immense pain that his back was causing him. At first, they thought it was just temporary pain that came from overuse, but nothing they thought was the true cause of his pain." At first, the doctors told him it was a lumbar problem and that three days of rest would alleviate the annoying pain, but the days passed, and the pain continued, even to the point where it was more persistent. His groans were a testament to the suffering he felt
In a matter of minutes, he was already lying on a bed with an IV and medication to help with the lower back pain that wouldn't let him rest. After three hours of the medication ending, a doctor appeared and told him that an opening could be seen on the X-ray and that he would need to see an orthopedist in seven days. The doctor reassured him not to worry, as an eight-day medical certificate would justify his absence. The medical certificate would end on the same day as the consultation with the bone specialist, who would provide another certificate if needed to continue justifying his absence. My father was speechless, and seeing that the doctor was waiting for a response, he could only nod in agreement. After everything was said, he left the clinic with the certificate that he would have to take to the company and prescriptions for medication that would help alleviate the pain, not all of it, but enough to allow him to sleep. "What happened next? You can't leave me hanging like tha
No, I don't want to tell him about my book right now. I point to the entrance of the house and tell him that we can finish the story over a cup of coffee, and that if he gets bored at any point, he should let me know because once I start remembering the pain my father went through, I don't stop. Even though there were also happy moments, like the ones I'm sharing now, they deserve everything and more. There were both sad and glorious moments, and Adal needed to know that I was willing to do anything for them, not just marry for a contract. I was willing to give my life for them. + I was convinced by him, and we entered the house. For a moment, we put aside the guilt of going after Lucero following her breakup with her fiancé, and stayed in the kitchen to talk a little about my father's condition. He insisted that I tell him about the stage my father went through to know his final health state. We stayed with our father, and the days passed with four to six injections that needed t
My father kept his eyes closed and after receiving the electroshock, the doctor asked him if he felt any discomfort. My father's unexpected response was, "I don't feel anything." What? How could he not feel anything? The doctor just inserted very thin needles through the skin into the muscle. According to the doctor, the needles detect the electrical activity released by the muscles. Yes, as far as my eyes can see, the activity appears on the monitor and can be heard clearly through a speaker. The exam lasted an hour, and in the end, my father did not feel any of the electroshock given by the doctor. Again, we returned to the room where my father was, and we were not given the results at that time. The doctor said that the results would be available in a couple of hours. So, we continued to wait. "No, please, I want to know the results already. Don't make me suffer. Hey, can I know what you ate while you were there?" "My father shared the food they gave him with me, you know, sick
+ 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