The lazy voice of Ernesto’s father, Jairo, came from the other end of the phone:
-Ernesto, why are you talking to me with such a harsh tone?
“He really is the one who has taken Alba!”
Ernesto slammed the steering wheel angrily and shouted:
-What qualifications do you have to do that? If you dare to do even the slightest harm to my wife, I will never forgive you!
At his son’s senseless words, the father got a little angry and said:
-Ernesto, why have you changed yourself so much? You take against me for a woman, no, a sickly one who can forget you at any moment? If she were a healthy woman, I would have no complaints about her. After all, she comes from a decent family and her status matches that of our Mancebo family, but she is a woman with dementia praecox. If you continue to be with her, she will become a torment to you in the future….
Ernesto flew into a rage and replied:
-Jairo, what nonsense are you talking! What dementia praecox? Watch your language! I like her and that’s none of your business. If you keep interfering in my life, I’ll break all ties with you!
-Ernesto!
Jairo was so angry that he didn’t know what to say to reproach this son of his for a moment.
“How can I have such a rebellious and ungrateful son!”
-Jairo, if you return Alba to me now, maybe my son can call you by grandpa in the future. Otherwise, I will immediately issue a statement to break the father-son relationship with you!
-How dare you!
-Why don’t I dare? During the eight years I have been away from the Mancebo family, have I ever asked you for a penny? Now you want to act like a serious father giving orders in front of me? Where have you been all this time? Besides, if you still have two promising sons at home, what do you care about me, a loser son? I’m not just threatening, and I’ll do what I say!
Only then did Jairo realize that his youngest son was really angry, as angry as he had ever been.
It was true that Ernesto had not asked him for a penny during the eight years of absence in the Mancebo family. In the early years, Jairo didn’t mind at all, thinking Ernesto was rebellious and stubborn. After a few years, however, he began to miss his youngest son. And “loser son” was a term Jairo used to scold his son.
As a father, Jairo knew that he himself was very biased, so much so that he made his youngest son, such an outstanding man, move away from his own family.
-I did not kidnap her and I only let Miguel Saavedra get close to her. Ernesto, listen to me, a woman like that is not worthy of you. It’s enough that you flirt with her for fun, but don’t be serious in this relationship…..
Before the father could finish, Ernesto abruptly hung up.
“Is that Miguel Saavedra?”
Ernesto had researched personal information on such a Miguel and discovered that he was a pretty average guy.
“Why did the old man find a guy like that to get close to Alba? No, now is not the time to think about that.”
Ernesto leaned over the steering wheel, thinking about where Miguel had taken Alba.
“She likes Alba, so he won’t hurt her. And he wants to get back together with Alba, so he’s possibly taken her to that place…”
Once he got the answer out, right away, Ernesto turned the car around and sped away.
***
Micaela paced around the living room, very anxious, and called Alba again and again, but received no answer.
Carlos, sitting on the sofa, watched the woman pacing nervously and became a little jealous.
-Mica, come here,” he said to her.
Micaela approached him. Unexpectedly, the man grabbed her wrist, took her in his arms, and whispered in her ear:
-If someday I disappear, will you be as anxious as you are now to find me?
-How could you possibly disappear all of a sudden?
Micaela tried to get up. Sofia was in the kitchen preparing dinner. Micaela had thought about cooking personally, but lost such desire when she heard that Alba had disappeared.
-Mica, only you have that ability to make me jealous of a woman.
Micaela froze slightly, looked him in the eye, and asked impromptu:
-What, you want me to make you jealous of a man?
Carlos gave her a soft kiss on the lips and answered:
-No, you won’t get a chance like that.
It was true that she would not have such a chance, because any man who remained attracted to her gave up and voluntarily withdrew in the face of Carlos’ deep and great love for her.
Suddenly, Micaela thought of something, was moved and wrapped her arms around his neck, her head resting affectionately against his neck.
She had never had the opportunity to be jealous of another woman, because this man was so in love with her that he had flatly rejected those who had feelings for him, and even the daughter of the President of the Catyblaca Nation.
Carlos drew a faint smile on his lips, hugging her fragrant body more firmly, and soothed her gently:
-Don’t worry. Alba will be back soon…
Micaela nodded slightly. Seeing the collar of his shirt, she remembered what she had not finished, and moved closer again….
Carlos smiled even more happily, raised his head slightly, letting her give kiss marks. He liked his wife to be flirtatious with him.
However, Carlos had already been half a month without having intimate relations with her, therefore, the moment she touched his skin, his blood instantly boiled and he felt the urge to take her to bed immediately.
-Mica…
The man whispered in a hoarse voice and hugged her tighter. Micaela felt her legs soften and her face blushed redder and redder. After a good while, she released him, gently stroked the fresh marks on his tanned skin and declared in a firm tone:
-From now on, this part belongs to me, it’s my “seal”!
Carlos laughed softly, feeling very happy, and kissed her firmly on the cheek.
-I’m yours and you can leave marks wherever you want.
Micaela blushed furiously. Suddenly, the phone next to her rang, and she immediately got up hurriedly to pick it up, thinking that Alba was calling her.
Carlos looked at the empty embrace, became a little jealous and said to himself in his mind:
“Alba, please! Hurry, get married happily as Bianca has done and stop stealing my Mica’s affection!”
Micaela looked at the unknown number and wondered who it would be.
Carlos came closer, looked at the screen and said:
-Answer. Maybe it’s Alba calling you.
Hearing this, Micaela answered the call immediately:
-Mica, I’m out and my cell phone is already broken. I won’t be back for dinner tonight.
“It’s really Alba! Won’t she be back for dinner? It seems she’s really forgotten Ernesto again…”
Feeling a little sad, Micaela hurried to ask:
-Where are you and with whom…?
Before she could finish her question, Alba answered, deliberately lowering her voice:
-I am with Miguel Saavedra, whom you met last time when we went to fill out the contest form. I happen to have lost the memoir about him. He is now at Teladia University. Mica, I didn’t expect him to feel affection for me when I was studying at the university. Although I have no feelings for him at the moment, I think I may try to date him….