"Don't think you're going to drive me crazy,” he almost screams, “what do you want giggles?" He asks his sister, now more cuddly, after hearing what she says, he smiles, “okay, okay, I'll send it to you once the national holidays are over." I see him smile with more tenderness and I accidentally hear his sister tell him that she loves him and a million adores him, I can't help falling in love with him more, his heart is truly the sweetest thing he can have, "I love you a million too, now I have to hang up, I'm driving, I'll call you later." Giving me his cell phone, he smiles at me.
"Did I already tell you that you are everything I want?" His smile becomes more tender.
"I would never tire of hearing it," he's a sweetheart and an arrogant one! When we get to my house, everyone is in the front yard of it.
“When are you planning to move or build a new house?" He looks at me half annoyed.
"Mom doesn't want to, she likes her house and to be honest I like it."
He takes me by the hand, “one day it's going to fall on you,” he stops and looks at me, "remember that today we will tell her that you are mine, and in a month we will tell her that you are coming to live with me, okay?" I let out a groan.
"Kahin ...”
"Nothing," he interrupts, "I've been doing things your way and I'm not willing to wait another day." Begging him with my eyes, I try to make him give in.
"Why are you like this?" I ask when he doesn't change his countenance.
"Because I can do everything," with his words, he begins to walk.
"Mani ..." I shout when I see my best friend, “bad girl," I greet my confidant, “silly," I smile at her and she rolls her eyes, “auntie, mama," I greet them with a kiss, “Giant, tell me that you brought the mixer that I like,” Malcolm winks at me.
"I'll prepare it for you myself,” hugging him, I look at him.
"You are the best thing I have ever known, you deserve a woman who loves you with her heart and her ass too," Kahin growls and my mother scolds me, while the others laugh, I look at them all, “well, time to start." We women get to work in the kitchen, while the men are sitting and drinking, in this we do not trust them anything.
"Death scare we took when your mother called us," I look at my aunt.
“I know, the scare that I got was crazy, I thought my world would end, luckily Kahin didn't leave me for a second alone,” I smile without noticing, "he would accept me with or without a baby, can you believe it? Oh my gosh! I love him like crazy, I don't regret having become his girlfriend.” Hearing my mother's cry startles me and I realize what I've said.
"What? You love him? His girlfriend you say?” She shakes me , “Olethea, that man bought you, manipulated you and is much older than you, he can be your father, don't you understand?” Her screams and the way in which she is disturbed displace me, my aunt and Carla separate her from me.
“You must calm down Camilla, that could hurt you,” my aunt warns her.
"How can you put yourself like this for my happiness?" I whisper dumbfounded by her reaction, “how can you put your hatred over my happiness?" My mother looks at me, realizing how she acted, “you have never spoken to me like that, and now that I confess my happiness with Kahin, you suddenly did?”
“What happens?” The alarmed boys enter, with a disturbing urge to cry, I walk to Kahin and hug him.
“He's my boyfriend and I love him, I'm not going to allow you to go over my happiness like you've been doing all these months, he bought me, yes, but he has done many good things for me, he has helped me in everything he can and you ? You just keep the bad! Wake up mom, you can't get carried away by a single mistake,” turning my back on her, I try to get out of there, pulling Kahin.
"Daughter wait," I don't look at her, I'm very hurt by her behavior.
"Sweet, you must listen to your mother," he stops me, "I'm not going to let you get mad at her." I frown, how can he say that after how my mother treated him so badly?
“I'm sorry I got upset, I know that I acted badly and not because I say it means that I will like him, but I cannot allow you to think that of me, your happiness is mine, if you are happy, I will be happy.” I turn and look at her.
"Do you promise to be good to Kahin? Well, at least not attack him like you always attack him?” My mother pouts her mouth.
"Okay, I promise not to tell his truths to his face for buying my daughter,” she open her arms and smiling, I go to her, "I love you my girl, I'm sorry I made this scandal,” she kiss my head.
“I love you mom and calm down, I trust that you will change that,” separating, I look at Kahin, my brunette winks at me smiling.
"Well, gentlemen , the show is over, you can go and continue talking about unimportant things that we are almost out to start with the barbecue." The boys starts leaving and as my friend says, in no time at all we are ready for the barbecue. The table full of food and strong drinks is looted every second.
“This yuca al mojo is delicious,” says Randon.
"I made them," says my proud friend, "I'm not just good at painting,” she winks at him.
"Stop winking, the only one you have to look at like that is me," Loan kisses my friend's neck. Apparently his way of speaking has changed after the change of opinions that we had days ago.
"My daughter, aren't you uneasy with that conscience?" My aunt asks, “did you forget that mom helped you?” My friend smiles like a child doing mischief.
"There's nothing more uneasy than having a dirty conscience,” Kahin says looking at my mother in the eye for a few seconds, then he looks at my aunt, “isn't that so ladies?" My mother, tremendously uncomfortable looks at her friend who also got upset, why the hell do they react like that? Staring at them, I deduce that they are uncomfortable because they cannot be rude to him, at least my mother promised.
"That's why I always like the truth," standing, “I like to say it and I like to be told, no matter how hard it is, I'll see if it hurts or not,” I sit on Kahin's lap.
“I think the same, there is nothing better than the truth, you don't have to be hiding anything, or remembering things to avoid messing up,” laughs my best friend.
“I say that sometimes it's good not to tell the truth,” we all look at Malcolm, “the truth can destroy,” he shrugs.
"Are you telling me that you'd rather be lied to and live a nice lie than tell the truth and suffer for a while, but live something real?" I question him, and he thinks about it.
"I'm just saying that there are truths that are not said, I'm not saying that they are all hidden," he clears me up.
"I like to walk with the truth," Loan says, "that's why I don't like me sometimes, but I don't care." Apparently everyone is fine with the subject except my mother and aunt.