I don't understand how we can be like this with each other, first, I close myself to any possibility of conversation and now it is he who closes any form of discussion.
“Wonder I think we should,” my sun enters and Kahin immediately intervenes by standing in front of me.
"Aren't you seeing that it's a family moment?"
My sun smiles, I hate that it's too good, “in that case, I will join, I am also his family,” knowing what will come next, I stopped feeding my son and get up to interpose myself between the two.
“Come on, bitter Moon, take the gases out of our son,” I look at my sun with warning, he's good, but he's also a ball hitter. He smiles at me like a little angel and I can't help but smile too, “should we go where?” I ask once Kahin takes his mini copy in his arms.
“With the girls, go out for a while so you can clear yourself, I know you need it,” he caress my cheek, “today was a pretty difficult day for you, besides that Carla and Fatima are conspiring against you, they are willing to dress you by force and take you away crawling,” he laughs.
“Come on, I'll be there with you so you don't drink alcohol, you can't do it,” I turn and smile looking at that brunette who just made the comment.
“My sun can take care of me, after all, he has been doing so for 10 months,” Kahin's gesture hardens, that was a low blow on my part, I sigh and look at my sun, “go and tell the girls I'll go,” my sun nods and leaves the room, looking at Kahin a bit guilty, I approach him, “I'm sorry to say that, it was stupid,” his gratitude scares me.
“If it was stupid, are you thinking of forgiving me for what I did? Understand that I did it for your sake, for your happiness,” he begins to stir.
"I know, I know why you did it, but would you forgive me for what I answered to my sun while I was with you?"
His eyes fill with fury, “I will never forgive you, Marilí.”
“Not even when I explain it to you?” He remains silent just looking at me, I know him very well and I know that its a no-hate when he is so impossible ... you know that I will...
“Come on, come on,” my friends enter my room screaming.
I curse frustrated, “don't screw me,” I shout now pissed, “can't you wait outside? You already know I’m going damn it,” my friends stop short and look at me confused, my reaction was exaggerated.
“Mia's mother,” shouts Fatima, “and this? Are you missing a shit?”
Glaring at her, I throw them out, “in half an hour, I will be ready and meanwhile stay away from me,” my incredulous friends stand in front of the door.
“Skinny, you have thrown me out,” Carla looks at me with her mouth open.
“Well, now I did,” I shout, closing the door on her face.
“What's wrong with you?” Kahin asks, looking at me like my son.
“Nothing, it’s just that I was talking to you,” he looks at me and I let out a deep breath, I approach him again, but I see him move away.
“Well, you don't have to, I'll wait for you outside.”
Puzzled, I watch him leave, “fuck Kahin, I was about to explain everything,” he ignores me, he just leaves my room and closes the door behind him, “shit, shit, shit,” I curse under my breath.
Once I have milked to leave the bottles ready for my son, I take a shower and get ready, I choose to wear a short black dress fitted with long sleeves and in the same openings from the shoulders to the wrist where it closes with a button, some boots short-waist and high-heeled the same in black, my hair down.
“Bitch,” whispers the fool, “what one does when they are no longer with one,” I roll my eyes, he's an idiot.
“Beauty,” applauds my sun, “you are beautiful and you shine like the sun,” smiling happily at his compliments, I wink at him.
“I keep saying, that if he is a man,” my friend looks reproachfully at her boyfriend, “that's how they should all be. Always flatter us not only when we are in bed with legs spread.”
"Daughter!" My aunt Lourdes shouts, we all laugh.
“What? Its true mom, I bet a tit Malcolm always talks nice to you, what?” My aunt looks at her man and without being able to help it, she nods smiling.
“Well, my Zazo or the brunette do it, but now that the precious Italian is here and he always fills us with attention. How can one reproach him?” Carla while Kahin and Loan glares at her.
“She's very right, that man has made me feel unique even thoughh I'm pregnant,” Lucy supports “I'm sorry, but things have to be said as it is,” she shrugs.
“Girls, just don't go to cause an uncomfortable situation for my sun,” I approach Kahin and take away our son, “my precious brown,” I kiss his cheeks over and over again, it causes him to smile, he is so precious and adorable that I cannot help die of tenderness, “you behave well heaven, okay? Do not be as impossible as your father,” my son gives me a smile, he is the same as his father, “ma, aunt take care of my son, Malcolm take care of the three,” I bring the baby to Kahin to say goodbye, he takes him away from my hands and pampers him, we all look at him almost incredulous, Kahin Hamann as a father is the best.
“Take care of my son, if he coughs even once, call me, you have to call me for anything, Got it?” He looks at my mother, aunt and Malcolm.
“Quiet, son of a bitch, he'll be fine. I'll take care of him,” Kahin smiles, trusting blindly in that man he has known all his life.
“Beast, don't be overprotective,” says giggles, “children must create defenses and if you take him to the hospital for just a cough you are going to raise him weak, stop being that way,” Kahin snorts and gives my son to my aunt, the whole situation with my mother still makes me somewhat uncomfortable.
“Well, it's time to go, you girls and my wonder are coming with me,” my friend gets up and I take my sun by the hand, everyone leaves the house after saying goodbye and we divide into the cars, Loan and Carla go in his car, Kahin and giggles together, my friend and I go in my sun's car.
Upon arriving at the karaoke, where Lenin is surprised to see me after so long, we glued two tables together to be all together, the dark-haired man and my sun never stop crossing murderous glances, I just pray that this doesn't end badly.
“For your return, I welcome you with two buckets of Miller Draft beer, I hope you enjoy it,” my friend who serves here smiles at me.
“I thank you a thousand, but I can't drink alcohol,” my friend looks at me questioningly, “I'm a mother,” I laugh, “I have a beautiful son of 2 months and a week,” my friend looks surprised at Kahin.
“Fuck, you didn't waste time,” Kahin, satisfied because my friend knows who is the father of my son, nods without hesitation.
“It was my best work of art,” Kahin raises a beer and drinks from it.
“Congratulations to you both, I just hope I can meet him soon,” my friend apologizes and goes to attend the other tables.
“What do you say skinny? Shall we have a roll at karaoke?”
Smiling mischievously, I looks at my friend and I move my eyebrows up and down, “yes, yes,” I order a non-alcoholic piña colada to enjoy this outing that is filling me with good memories. The first time Kahin came to this place, he wanted to die, it was nothing of his kind, instead my sunshine is too happy, he always enjoys little things no matter how much money he has.
“Oh no, no, no,” Lenin stops Carla and I “things around here have changed a bit,” she hands me the microphone, “now we put on the music and the others sing, unfortunately for you this is individual, Italian come upstairs,” she pushes me and separates me from my friend, on the stage I look at her incredulously, “the song that you played is ‘The love we lost’ by Prince Royce,” I look at her with my mouth to the floor.
“No, I'm not going to sing that,” I flatly refuse, it's a fucking joke. Why did that fucking song have to be? “No, no and no,” I sentenced, trying to get off the stage, but she refused.
“Come on baby cheer up,” shouts someone from the corner, “I want to hear your sexy voice,” he laughs with hsi friends, looking at him with distaste, I smile too.
“If you don't shut up, the last thing you'll hear is your pride as a man breaking down,” the man is silent, waiting for him to say another word, I look at him threateningly, but he doesn't, looking back at my friend, “I will sing it, but you will pay me dearly,” without realizing, I am already looking at Kahin who looks at me seriously, if it were other circumstances, that guy would be swollen from so many blows. The track starts and I sing, this song is almost what Kahin and I are living, of course it is as if the song were his for me, that's how I feel. When the part that says ‘That fruit of your womb that I love the most’ arrives, I start laughing and so I end the song with my cheeks burning for no reason.
“You sing horribly,” Fatima mocks as always.
"I know, I can't be good at everything," I wink.
“For me, you have sang like a heavenly angel,” my sun is against her.
“This one is in love,” laughs giggles, “have you really heard her right?” She asks incredulously.
“Yes, I listened very well and I was fascinated,” he kisses my head.
"Shit," Kahin growls in a bad mood. In order not to put the atmosphere in more tense, I leave the pampering with my sun, we always talk affectionately.