As soon as I walk through the door, the homely air of the house embraces me, making me believe that maybe I'm not as lost as I thought. The farmer's wife, who happens to be kind like her husband, serves us breakfast. I remember the "You have to come if or if for dinner" that Mom mentioned in the message and, although being obedient is not the trait that most identifies my personality, I feel that this time it is the best option to look good to that man so feared by my family.
After having eaten and managed to convince them not to be able to stay longer, I go out to the porch of the house, leaning on one of the wooden columns that support the roof, while I wait for the others to leave as well. The door jerks open, forcing me to stare at it. Samuel comes out, his shirt slightly unbuttoned and his jacket hanging from his arm. His tie is missing, which appears to have disappeared. He closes the door behind him, smiles when he sees me and walks over. His gaze reflects tiredness, which must be the result of how uncomfortable it was to sleep the night before.
Samuel: What are you doing? (Asks standing in front of me).
May: I wait for you.
Samuel (lets out a little laugh): How nice that sounded.
I smile, looking down at his lips and he doesn't hesitate to kiss me, bringing his hands to my waist, while mine surrounds his neck, bringing him closer to me. This time our lips do not move like the previous one, but rather have a slow and relaxed rhythm. The way he treats me, every gesture of his ... you could say everything that relates to him generates tenderness in me, making me smile in the middle of the kiss and causing him to do it too.
May: What if you can't repair it?
I ask after parting. Samuel is still in the same position and his fingertips gently caress my cheeks.
Samuel: Are you talking about the car?
Seat.
Samuel: It will.
May: Yes, but ... what if he can't? We have to get there today or they'll kill me, I don't know if ...
Samuel (interrupts me): He will be able and we will make it to the night.
May (raised eyebrows): You sound very confident.
Samuel: I'm sure. You trust me.
He says giving me a brief smile and I hug him, hiding my face on his shoulder. The curtain on the window I am facing moves and the face of Daniel's daughter appears on the other side. He smiles looking at us.
Samuel: This area is safe right?
She asks looking at Daniel, as the three of us walk through those fields that already seem familiar to me, crossing the cemetery.
Daniel: Sure ... in what way?
Samuel: I don't know ... how I left the car on the road.
The man sighs and I bite my lip nervously. The only thing missing at this time is to get to the road and that the vehicle is not there. But to my luck, that doesn't happen and I see him as soon as I step on the asphalt, letting out a sigh of relief. Samuel opens the hood so that our companion can try to find the problem. I take the passenger seat, imagining it will take a long time. Samuel sits in his place and opens the window.
Daniel: TRY NOW!
He screams from outside, squinting due to the sun's rays falling on his face. Samuel inserts the key and turns it. A very familiar sound reaches my ears and I see him smile. Daniel moves closer to leaning on the door.
Samuel: Thank you genius (looks at me). give me that
He says, getting out of the car and taking my backpack to put it in the trunk. I abandon the vehicle, approaching Daniel, who just closes the hood. He smiles when he sees me and reaches into his shirt pocket.
Daniel: I almost forgot (he takes something out and hands it to me). Take.
I take what appears to be a piece of paper folded several times.
May: What is this? (I ask opening it).
Daniel: My daughter told me to give it to you.
I spread out the white sheet, revealing a striking colored drawing.
Daniel (laughs): It seems that he loved you and your boyfriend. He even drew them.
May: Thank you, but ... we are not dating.
Daniel: They seem.
I blush at his comment and tuck the small gift in the back pocket of my pants.
May: Thank you for everything, especially for this (I say, pointing to the vehicle parked behind me).
Daniel: You're welcome, but ... the truth is that I didn't do anything.
May: What?
Daniel: I had nothing. It was just parked.
Although his words leave me somewhat confused, anyway, I thank him and hug him goodbye, returning to my seat.
...
May: Can you turn the volume down for a second?
I say half an hour later. Samuel says nothing, but just extends his arm to turn the small wheel on the stereo.
Samuel: Is something wrong?
May: Did you stop the car on purpose yesterday?
I ask seriously and, for the first time since accelerating, his gaze leaves the road, fixing on me.