"Girls," Steve yells, "come on, everything is ready," he urges us.
"Brenda please take care of my child, do not separate from him for a second, whatever happens with my son, do not hesitate to call me, he is my life and ..."
"Quiet," she interrupts me with her sweet voice, "you know that I will always take good care of him, you don't have to worry, I will send you photos and videos every 20 minutes."
Trying to put my nerves aside, I smile, "that would make me very happy, thank you very much for everything Brenda," the woman who may be 50 years old smiles at me, I kiss my son again and leave to meet my friends, when I get into the car I look in the direction of the house.
"Quiet," Mica hugs me, "he'll be fine, it would also do you good to go out," she smiles.
"At last she thinks good things," Fatima mocks, "I don't know what happened to you, but keep it up."
Mica, as always, growls in anger, "it's just because she is a mother, she shouldn't be at home all the time," she answers somehow annoyingly, "it's not that she's going to be in the clubs and out there like crazy, but if she can take a break, she should also pamper herself from time to time, Francesco always tells her.”
Fatima narrows her eyes, "you're right, since you've given Luz, you don't even go out to Don Genaro's restaurant."
I shrug, "I have better things to do, I like to be at home with my son and my sun whenever I can, and also with you. But at home, I don't feel like going out, but I promise that once I feel like it, you will be the first to know." I smile cheerfully at them.
"Aaiiss Olethea, we've lost you," Roderick sighs, laughing at the sentiment he used to say that.
When we arrived at the Reina Sofía museum, we went with the group, each with paintings in hands, we positioned ourselves where they indicated us.
"Ok students, welcome," Professor Pausini greets us, "it is the moment to demonstrate what you are capable of, the paintings have already been evaluated, now you must defend yourselves with the public and sell your art," applauding, he indicates that everything begins. Being surrounded by such famous painters is awesome.
"Easy, everything will be fine," Mica reassures me. When looking at that portrait that will be the one for exhibition and not for sale, I close my eyes for a moment, why should I think about him? Why should I bring that damn drawing wherever I go? I shake off all those questions that only hurt me more, stopping myself from looking at the drawing of that dark-haired man who once had my soul, I focused on my friend.
"Yes, it's just that that painting brings me good luck," I smile, "maybe it's because of the tool that was used."
My friend blushes, "I still can't believe that a man like him exists.After that day, did you talk to him again?"
I shrug, although my friends know everything about Kahin, they don't know him and they don't know that he is the one that was immortalized in that painting. And also in my most precious memories.
"No, I never saw him again," I turn my back to accommodate my work, something is really wrong, the sensation of my chest does not let me breathe, the tremors of my body are trying to tell me something, but I can't understand it. Scared, I take out my cell phone from my jeans and dialed a number, in two rings she answers, "Brenda, please excuse my intensity, but the truth is, something worries me. Is my brown okay?" I can feel her smile.
"So good you're worried but he's perfect miss, don't worry, I'll send you a video."
I sigh still with that feeling, "okay Brenda, give my son a kiss for me," I hear the kiss she gives him and that makes me smile. Immediately after hanging up, I call my sun but he does not respond, I try as many times as I can and it is the same result. I give up when the video of my baby who is moving arrives, I'm filled with love every time I see him.
"You should calm down," I hear Steve from behind me, when I turn I look at him confused, "Olethea, I can see in your face how bad you are, the child is fine, stay calm, remember that in this you have to show security and transmit it."
Swallowing what I feel, I try to smile but I really don't know what the feeling is, "I'm sorry, it's just that I have a horrible feeling and my stomach is starting to pay for it." I try to breathe to calm myself.
"Everything is fine," he takes my cheeks between his hands "everything is fine" he repeats to convince me that it is so, giving him a smile I reassure him.
"Okay ... It's true my son is well cared for, I know my sun is fine, otherwise I would already know it and I have no reason to feel like that, it must be my nerves from being surrounded by great artists." My voice is more animated, the opposite of what I feel. Steve kisses me on the forehead and goes to his place.
"Isn't he a love?" I hear Mica say, I look at her and she's following him with her eyes.
"Yes, the truth is, I wonder how he is still single," I look at my friend smiling at the woman who has traveled to the beyond, "he has everything, he's perfect and look at him, he's alone," I shrug, "maybe he's the one who isn't interested in having a partner." Leaving the conversation aside, we get down to work, smiles, explanations, giving details of our work and saying what it was based on or inspired by, we enjoy what we do.
The hours pass and the sensation worries me every second more, my stomach is getting more and more upset, I still cannot contact my sun and that makes me sick, it is horrible to feel like I'm feeling. I was able to sell my painting which leads me to have a perfect grade, a little more and I would have sell Kahin's drawing, but I did not have the courage to do so.
"Nice painting," upon hearing that voice, a chill runs down my spine, my breathing disappears, my heartbeat becomes frantic and a horrible confusion is created in me, "I didn't think you still had that drawing, gulping, I slowly get myself to turn, it cannot be possible, there are no coincidences as great as these, "you have changed," when I turn totally and we are face to face my face of astonishment is priceless, "will you leave me talking alone?"