Paula Rouco pushed the medicine cabinet back into Severo Laris’ arms and said coolly, “There’s a mirror in the bathroom, you can do it yourself.”
As soon as she turned around, Severo Laris hugged her from behind, with a hint of helplessness and mockery in his tone, “I’m like this, take pity on me, eh?”.
Severo Laris said this with a slight mimic smile in the corner of his eyes.
Paula Rouco opened her lips to say: what little shame.
But, Severo Laris had grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her around so that she was facing him.
The man deftly opened the medicine cabinet, took out the cotton swab and handed it to her tender little hand, his movements were fluid and the expression on his face … was very indebted.
Severo Laris’ long body leaned against the table, those long slender legs laid nonchalantly in a languid pose, gently tilting his face to turn the wound toward her and facilitate treatment.
“…”
Paula Rouco squeezed the swab, dipped it in iodine, and reached up to press it against her broken skin.
Movement, not light.
Severo Laris frowned slightly at the pain of the grip.
Paula Rouco warned with a grimace as she tended to the wound, “I’m not going to be gentle and hit hard.”
“…”
Severo Laris looked at her pretty, delicate face for a long time, but finally smiled willingly and lightly and said, “I like roughness too.”
“…,” Paula Rouco squeezed the swab a little tighter.
This time, it really hurt Severo Laris, but the man didn’t say a word, his eyes just looked at her with willing affection.
Deep emotions float in a deep, mocking gaze.
Severo Laris said, “The last time my mother knew we were meeting, she brought a big jar of pickled beans from the village on Villa Moon Lake Road, so if you’re free back in The Holy City, I can make pickled beans with minced pork for you.”
“No more love.”
I’m not sure if I mean the people or the minced pork with pickled beans and rice.
Severo Laris didn’t get angry, it was all his karma and continued patiently, “Mrs. Modeste loves you very much, she says, and would love to see you.”
Mrs. Modeste, mother of Severo Laris.
Paula Rouco also has a soft spot for her.
She says nothing and does not reject outright that she does not like her because Aunt Modeste is the oldest.
Seeing that she didn’t resist too much, Severo Laris added, “When I was a child, Mrs. Modeste and I were often beaten, our faces were colored almost every day, and our classmates often teased us.”
“Once, after being teased so much, I hit someone, I was only ten years old and it was the first time I initiated a hit. The teacher scolded me and called Mrs. Modeste to come to school and apologize to the other parent and the child.”
“The class teacher saw that my mother also had a colored face and probably knew that my father had violent tendencies, so she told Mrs. Modeste that her son had probably also inherited his father’s tendency to be violent, so go home and discipline him.”
“Instead of being devastated by my experience with Mrs. Modeste and condemning my father’s violent behavior, the classroom teacher considered the ten-year-old boy who rebelled because he was teased violent. ”
“From that moment on, my perception of pain, was diminishing and numbing.”
Paula Rouco’s hand squeezes the swab, gives a lurch and presses hard.
Severo Laris didn’t expect it and, suddenly, he was in pain and his face drooped a little.
Paula Rouco said, “You still don’t know what hurts now? And know how to bend down”.
Severo Laris: “…”
After treating the wound.
Paula Rouco said, “Dinner is delivered, the wound is healed, now I’m sleepy and want to sleep, can you go now?”.
Severo Laris bends down and grabs her in a horizontal hug.
Paula Rouco exclaimed as she was lifted into the air and glared angrily at him, “What are you doing?”.
“Taking you to bed.”
Paula Rouco’s eyes twitch slightly, “…”
Severo Laris carried her to the big bed, laid her down gently, pulled the quilt to one side and covered her up.
Paula Rouco could not sleep with him watching her.
She wasn’t sleepy herself, and when she said it before, she was just trying to push him away.
Who knew he was now thicker than a city wall and couldn’t be blown away by the wind.
He pulled up the sheets and tucked in his brain, not wanting to look at it.
Severo Laris reached up, pulled back a corner of the quilt and gently indicated, “You’re going to suffocate like this.”
“…”
Severo Laris reached out, stroked her little head and said softly, as if coaxing a child, “Go to sleep.”
“… Severo Laris, are you going?”
“I’ll go when you’re asleep.”
“You’re here, interfering with my sleep.” He looked around angrily.
Severo Laris leaned over, cupped her small face between his big, thin hands, lowered his head, kissed her forehead, and said softly, “Good night, lita. ”
“…”
And then, with a faint smile on his face, the man went to the door of the suite and pressed with his long fingers the main switch of all the lights.
The light in the room, for a moment, went out.
Click.
The door opened.
Click.
The door is closed.
Severo Laris is gone.
Paula Rouco is lying on the big bed, hands clutching the sheets, staring into the darkness, her mood, up and down.
I closed my eyes and opened them again, unable to sleep it was true.
He clutched at the sheets and pulled them over himself in annoyance, as his ears filled with Severo Laris’ low, magnetic voice.
Damn it.
Speak and why is he always moving his hands and kissing her mouth again.
…
After Susana’s wedding, there was a thank-you dinner at the Imperial, mainly for the best man and bridesmaids and good friends.
Paula Rouco was only at the Imperial for a short time and was invited by Susana so many times that she was too embarrassed not to go.
Susana even drove to the hotel to pick her up that day.
Paula Rouco got into the car and said, “I’m going to take a cab myself.”
Susana rolled her eyes, “What if I don’t come pick you up and you run off on your own to La Ciudad Santa?”
“I’m not the type to go back on my word.” He replied weakly.
Susana shook her head and growled, “You are, a man of your word.”
Paula Rouco peeled back her lips, as if she had let Susana off the hook a few times.
The car, coming to a red light, stopped.
Paula Rouco unconsciously looked out the window and suddenly saw a small, familiar figure on the sidewalk.
The little bean sprout was carrying a small red school bag and crossing the road alone.
Paula Rouco frowned, a little worried, and walked over to the door.
Susana wondered, “Paulita, what are you doing there?”
“Wait for me at the intersection in front of you, I see an acquaintance.”
Having said this, Paula Rouco ran out of the car.
Susana wanted to go after her, but the traffic light was on and the car behind her was honking, so she would have interrupted normal traffic if she had run after Paula Rouco.
Susana had to pull ahead, but she saw Paula Rouco moving recklessly down the road, weaving in and out of traffic.
As if she was actually meeting some very familiar friend in pursuit.
“Strange, who the hell is that.”
Paula Rouco crosses the road and catches up to the little beanstalk walking along the green lane.
“Little bean sprouts.”
The little beanstalk turned around with her little school bag in tow and smiled happily at the sight of Paula Rouco, “Sister Paulita!”.
The little Beanstalk rushes over and hugs Paula Rouco.
Paula Rouco smiled and said, “It was very dangerous for you to cross the street alone just now, where is your mommy?”.
“Mommy is busy, the little bean will be fine on her own.”
Paula Rouco stroked the little bean sprout’s mushroom head, “The little bean sprout really knows what he’s doing, but try not to go home alone in the future, it’s dangerous if you meet bad people.”
“Mmm!” The little bean nodded obediently.
Paula Rouco pulled a chocolate from her pocket and handed it to him, “Be good and don’t worry your mother crossing the street.”
“Mmm! Thank you Sister Paulita.”