Bernardo

The three women my brothers brought to the countryside were different.

The girls there were always thin and very reserved. Those three women flaunted bulky and very attractive bodies, in addition to always laughing and talking nonsense they thought I didn't understand. Of course I understood. Of course, they were looking at me like that because they expected to be received by the old people with the smell of smoke, but for a long time that was no longer a reality. The old men had children, and it was these children who commanded the region. I would soon stop being a novelty.

However, the only single girl my brothers brought was a little less bulky than the other two. She had a firm abdomen, which appeared below the small blouse she wore, and her waist was very thin and tight on the belt of her pants. A huge tear was on both knees of her pants, showing remnants of the white skin underneath.

She didn't wear as many jewels as one of the sisters, and her hair wasn't golden like the other. She had brown-aju hair, which matched the sardines on her nose and cheeks, which seemed scattered like a breath of the wind. Her lips were full and painted dark pink, in addition to her eyelashes full of makeup. She was beautiful, very young, and very beautiful.

"Oh, I wasn't talking about horses," she said, laughing. I had insinuated that I would like to ride with her. With those wide hips and that ass that would probably be very big, I also didn't expect her to sit only on my horse, but I just apologized with a weak laugh, caressing my horse's hair. "But I think they're beautiful.

"If you know how to tame, they can all look like mere domestic animals," I spoke in a low tone, watching when my horse lowered his head. "If you don't know, they can be very risky.

"Since when do you know how to tame them?

"Since I understand myself by people.

The girl gave a wide smile.

"It's funny her accent," she said, with a really charming expression. "I used to go to places with our father when he was alive. I don't remember very well what it was like, but I think this place brings it back to the fore.

"Has he never taken you to visit the countryside again? "I asked how the good slow I was.

The girl suddenly made a sad expression.

"No, he died too early for that.

The other sisters looked at each other, sharing the same expression of sadness. They moved away minimally, because one of them really seemed bothered by the subject. The blonde consoled her, but it was visible and very ridiculous how much I had said nonsense in a single sentence. But I had no way of guessing. My brothers appeared overnight, without even telling them where their girlfriends came from, and I was an idiot from the countryside, without feelings or frills.

"Mom, I didn't mean it" I tried to apologize, and I even thought that the woman would make me shut up or smile and say that she didn't need excuses, only that she was watching me, really waiting for the blessed excuses. But I was a door on the subject of feelings, and I didn't know how to console anyone. I stuttered more than I said. "It's just that... Oh, I'm not used to it, no. I barely talk to the others who live here on the farm, so I barely remember that some go through difficult problems too, although different.

"Don't worry," she said, trying to smile. "I think I got so used to people wanting to make me feel better exactly because I know everything about my life, that it is shocking to realize that someone in this country does not know what happened to my family.

I furrowed my face, tilting my head slightly. At that point, even my horse seemed curious in the conversation, even though he didn't understand anything and cared little about the death of an unknown man.

"Why do people know so much about your life?

"Because I work with it.

“Telling your life? “I asked.

"It's "she shrugged, so she pulled her cell phone out of her pocket and showed it to me. It was one of those newer devices full of frufru. I didn't have a cell phone, not even a phone in the socket, because the conversations inside were face-to-face. "I basically keep talking to others about my day-to-day life. I keep giving tips on clothes. I'm always connected. So it's kind of inevitable that people don't know the worst part of our lives.

"There's no signal here, okay? "I immediately said it, because I found a lot of freshness in a single profession. I just worked hard in the countryside and already thought it was too difficult to have patience to sell the products at the grocery store, I couldn't imagine myself with a cell phone on my face and recording my difficult life. "And it's not good to be walking with this cell phone out of my pocket. There are bandits here too.

The woman quickly put away her cell phone and looked around with her eyes.

“Really? Bandits in the countryside?

I giggled.

"Yeah, lady, where do you think you are? Everything here is worse than in the city.

"Oh, that's it," she said, angry. So he turned to the sisters. "Did you bring me to a place without the slightest conditions for my work, without any kind of apparent relaxation, and still full of flip-on bandits who can't even know that I have an expensive cell phone?

The two sisters, already recovered from the previous subject, made a face.

"Giulia, please," said the blonde, in a kind tone, but very tired. The younger girl was less than a pain in the ass. Beautiful, but worse than a mule. "Can we just enjoy the trip, distract ourselves with what the interior has to offer, and forget this story of social networks and everything else?

Giulia crossed her arms and arched her eyebrows, that seemed to be her pose as a spoiled child who knew she could have whatever she wanted with an easy cry. The sisters looked at each other almost with despair, already wondering what was coming.

"Seriously, guys, I swear I won't throw a tantrum," she said, gesturing with her hands. "I'm just making it very clear that I don't agree with this trip and that I'm going to make you hell as much as I have the opportunity. You need to pay for what you did to me.

"We didn't do anything," said the brunette.

Giulia mocked with a giggle.

"They just forced me to come to this end of the world.

"Don't talk like that, no, girl," I asked in an offended tone, but in a low voice. She turned to look at me and sketched surprise. All right, I didn't want to get involved in that story and that tantrum anymore, and my brothers should settle down with that crazy family they arranged. "It's just that we are humble, but we like it a lot here, you know?

"Sorry, I didn't want to be a scrotum.

But she was being.

"Just don't talk like that, I didn't ask again. "If you want, I'll take you to know the places with good people and good food.

“Rango? "She furrowed her face.

"Good food, on firewood," I spoke with a smile, even though I knew that my accent should be amusing that woman. "And when you try it, I think you'll like it.

Not even the dondocas of the big city could resist the spices of the interior. Free-range chicken and okra, along with angu and beans was the most requested dish for all of them. That one would not take long to end up liking it too.

"Are you the one who takes care of the entire property? "The girl asked. I nodded. She turned to her sisters, not before showing me a malicious smile. "Would you kill me if I bribed him to take me to the tower every day?

The sisters grumbled, rolling their eyes. The gestures were so equal that they almost seemed rehearsed. I just watched in silence. I was used to a lonely life, only with my parents and the animals, because my brothers left very early. So, being in front of three female hurricanes, who began to chatter while fighting, was slightly scary.

"What the fuck do you have so much to do on the internet on your vacation? "Mumbled the woman I saw hugging Pablo, the blonde. “Giulia from heaven! Over it, girl.

"Gabriella, I'm a digital influencer! "The young girl mumbled, tapping her feet, like a spoiled child. "I need to show up. Every day. Do you think it's easy to always keep your followers on my tail? No. Of course you should find it, since you work all ironed in an office. I need that. Who will pay for my nail extensions and my expensive shoes? Respect my breadwinner.

I arched an eyebrow. How old was she or thought she was? Although I knew that money had this thing of making people spoiled even after they were old. The clothes, jewelry, and postures of those women told me that my brothers had gone too far to find them.

“So what? "Said Gabriella, turning red. "Gina owns a company, and here she is, even with her employees depending on her orders. Giulia, you are getting sick because of this internet. Turn it off a little.

"I'm going to have you arrested on a sleeve foot," Gina shot, putting one of her hands on her hips. The tail of her red dress flew gently when a cold wind passed us. "And if you complain a lot, I still tell them to gag you.

"If I'm going to be without my internet, you also need to lose something valuable," said Giulia, crossing her arms.

"And we've already lost," said Gabriella, making an expression full of disdain. "Did you forget that all of us are only here on mom's orders?

"She didn't necessarily say we had to come to the end of the world," said Giulia, so she turned around and issued a low muxoxo when she looked at me. "Sorry, it's just that really for me, this is an end of the world.

I shrugged, laughing. I really wouldn't get involved.

"Seriously, that's enough," said Gina, tired. "I don't deserve this stress.

"Oh, know that it's just the beginning," guaranteed Giulia, stubborn.

The woman was more indomitable than an angry horse, I thought it was funny, but I stayed in my corner. It didn't take long for them to argue and speak loudly again. In my head, they looked like the kind of uncivilized people, but I kept quiet, just watching.

I had a low laugh, which camouflaged perfectly with the light wheezing that my horse emitted. Even he couldn't stand those whinings of rich girls. I just expected my brothers to finish receiving their curses by our parents, so I would get rid of them and could go back to the village, in order to continue negotiating with the cheesemaker who wanted to pay me a piece of money for the liters of milk that month.

In the distance, I heard the cows moulting, and a rooster singing. I turned my gaze to the women just in time to see that this Giulia, who acted like a child, had frowned her face in the direction of the sound. Had she ever been on a farm at some point in her life? It was impossible, I thought. A woman with money could go anywhere and at any time. Unless she considered us so unworthy that she didn't even take the trouble to consider visiting the interior.

I didn't care.

Women from the capital were not for my beak. She should get involved with the children of the barons who still existed in that region. I had my own love problems to deal with, with the daughters of close farmers who thought they would get more from me than riding lessons.

"What is there to do here? “Asked Giulia suddenly.

I hadn't even noticed that they were silent and watching me. I blinked.

"Oh, you can come to the village, if you want to know about the parties and the rodeos," I explained vaguely.

“Is there a rodeo here? "Idated Giulia, turning to the sisters. "And who does the shows?

"Shows of what, Giulia? "Retorted one of the sisters, laughing. "Maninha, forget everything you know about the capital, the interior is another world. When he says rodeo, he means only the show with the oxen, no music with live singers.

"We have music, but from the sounds of the cars," I argued, shrugging.

Giulia widened her eyes, then put a hand on her chest, as if she was going to faint. She leaned against the car, inert, and spent a long time watching the grass, as if asking herself what she was doing there.

I had a low laugh, noticing that my brothers were already returning with new frownings on their faces, and my parents were also going out to say their regards. I climbed on my horse again, in a movement so fluid that it was natural.

I said a few words of farewell, but Giulia remained in shock, distracted. I watched her one more moment, noticing how beautiful she was, but spoiled. And again, I forced my eyes and mind to move away, because that beautiful woman was not someone who would fit into my world. So it was better to give up as soon as possible.