At the cemetery.
Micaela was worried that in a few days too many people would come to the cemetery and it would be inconvenient for her and Carlos, so she deliberately arrived early.
She and Carlos were the only ones in the entire cemetery.
In a corner, Micaela crouched in front of a headstone with flowers and fruit on the table.
Carlos also squatted, lit candles, lit incense, and then rose to join Micaela in offering incense.
Micaela looked at the two photographs on the tombstone and spoke with some embarrassment.
-Dad, mom, this is Carlos, everyone in heaven must know that, right? I am fine because Carlos is with me, I am happy and we will always be together all the time, don’t worry about me.
Carlos looked at Micaela next to him and warmth surged inside him at the words we will always be together.
Ask him to promise a tombstone that he will always love Micaela and tell them not to worry and so on, Carlos he, he can’t say it, all his sensationalism in his life, only to Micaela?
If there were spirits in heaven, he was also sure they must have seen how much he loved Micaela.
After three worships with Micaela, Carlos knelt down, placed the incense in its place, then took Micaela’s and they placed them together.
The two men stand silently against the tombstone.
Micaela’s heart was a little heavy, remembering the car accident that took them away and she couldn’t stop tears from streaming down her face….
Carlos put his arms around her and rubbed her head.
-Be a good girl and cry a little bit if you want to…..
With that, he gathered Micaela in his arms and Micaela wrapped her arms around his waist, her tears falling on his shirt for a moment to stop the sadness.
Carlos had one hand around the girl’s waist, one hand clasped around the back of her neck, his cheek pressed against the top of Micaela’s head as his eyes looked at the picture on the tombstone.
Micaela was carrying Salamonsa’s fatal and time “contract”, they must have known, how upset and sad they must have been when they left, if they hadn’t, things would not be so difficult now….
-Carlos…
Micaela in his arms stifled a sound.
-Hmm?
Carlos rubbed her head and looked at her.
Micaela looked up with a blush on her face.
-I’m too happy in your arms to cry.
Carlos let out a laugh seeing that his Micaela could be so cute, he wanted to kiss her no matter the occasion….
Her warm smile dwarfs the sun hanging over the treetops….
Micaela can’t stop her heart from beating faster again….
Micaela’s fascination for him pleased him, he resisted the urge to kiss her, rubbed his head again and his deep voice rang out.
-Well don’t cry, mom and dad don’t like to see you cry either, they are calmer when you come to see them with a smile.
The word mom and dad, Carlos said it a little awkwardly, but he said it without hesitation.
Micaela blushed even more as her head dug into his arms….
Although in their hearts, each had long been their acknowledged other half, but after all, they hadn’t properly married, Carlos’ words, made Micaela have the feeling that she had taken advantage of him, this feeling, kind of not bad….
When Sergio and Marta first bought the cemetery, Marta was reluctant to pay for it and chose the farthest and cheapest place. At this time of year, the empty cemetery is silent, with only the sound of insects and birds chirping, so the clinking of heels on the marble floor is especially noticeable from afar, as well as the faint sound of conversations in the distance and closer.
-Mom, why are you coming to offer them incense! It’s so annoying, what if I run into a fan here?
The familiar female voice was full of impatience, and another slightly older voice rang out with a soft gasp of tiredness from the walk.
-It’s not your dad’s idea, he called me several times and told me to bring you, it’s not easy for your dad to be inside, behave yourself, let’s burn incense and go, we won’t meet any fans.
-The sun is so strong it’s killing me!
Carlos and Micaela unconsciously looked towards the place where the sound was coming from, and the two men who were talking stopped abruptly.
The visitors are Adriana and Marta.
Marta is wearing a long black chiffon dress and carrying a red plastic bag that seems to contain incense and some tributes.
Adriana wearing sunglasses, with a big red fashionable skirt, 10 cm heels, showing her white thighs, where it seems she has come to visit a grave to offer incense….
Marta is now frightened to see Carlos, since he came to Micaela, the history that had been rewritten has changed again, the house in which they lived is now in the hands of Micaela, and the company, now a subsidiary of the Aguayo Group, is flourishing and enviable. The company is owned by Micaela…
The car accident that happened more than ten years ago, which almost landed her in jail for life, was a breeze for Carlos, and now, not daring to be more arrogant, Marta looked at Carlos and opened her mouth shakily.
-Gu, Mr. Aguayo, Micaela, you come to offer incense too?
Micaela did not answer when Carlos’ grip on her shoulder grew stronger and her voice was cold when she asked in turn.
-Mrs. Marta, did you finally think of appearing before Micaela’s parents to confess your faults?
Micaela was a little confused as to why Carlos was suddenly radiating a coldness all over her body. She looked up at him and found him staring directly at Marta and Adriana with glowing eyes and a powerful aura that made the two women, already wary of him, even more unsure of what to do….
Half-heartedly, Marta could only intervene in response to his words.
-Yes, yes, we are here to repent?
Carlos nodded, stepped back with Micaela in his arms and stood in the cool shade, lifting his reserved chin.
-Let’s get started.
This, is this to incense in front of the two of us?
Adriana’s fists clenched tightly and she looked away, fearing that her jealous look would be seen by Carlos to make things even more difficult for him.
She was jealous, insanely jealous that Micaela had a man of such quality and she hadn’t even tied the knot with this Marcos….
Marta nodded repeatedly and hurriedly knelt before the tombstone, took out the tributes, incense and candles, lit the fire and offered incense.
-Come, Adriana, offer incense to your uncles.
Adriana reluctantly accepted the incense from her mother, thinking to leave after the incense, when Carlos’ cold voice came from a few steps away.
-Isn’t there a confession to be made?
Marta hurried to speak.
-Ismael, Rubi, I’m sorry….
Ismael Noboa, Rubi Fonseca are the names of Micaela’s deceased parents….
Carlos spoke coldly again.
-How can you show the sincerity of your repentance without kneeling?
Micaela looked at Carlos with some surprise, it seemed that today he was having a bad time with them….
Marta fell to her knees with a snort, Adriana was trembling with rage and was pulled off by her mother.
She was wearing a super short skirt and it was close to noon, the sun was scorching the marble floor and as soon as she knelt down she felt her knees blistering, making her hiss and snort….
Marta was no better, but she did not dare to be slow in worship because Carlos was here, and she said repentantly.
-Ismael, Rubi, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have let myself get carried away and cause your death in vain, a thousand mistakes are my fault, in the next life I will be a cow and a horse to atone for your sins…..
When he said he was going to put the incense on, Charles grunted, and Martha’s heart hung in the air again as he paused to put the incense on….
True to his style, Carlos’s heatless voice rang out again.
-Mrs. Marta, after all the outrages you’ve done with Micaela’s parents, have you finished giving an account in one sentence? Are you sure this is, in good faith, a confession?
Carlos wanted to torment her, how could Micaela now be in such a complicated situation if he hadn’t killed Micaela’s parents!
Salamonsa is more than a thousand kilometers away, the clues that have been found over the months are still very limited, and without the antidote in time, Micaela has little more than a year to live, and if the parents who took Micaela to Anlandana are still alive, how can things get so complicated!
So how is it possible that he found this culprit and made it easy for them! He couldn’t wait for them all to be lynched!
He loves Micaela so much that he would do anything to protect her, but he is also human, a man with a weakness, and he is also restless, madly restless, afraid of all the unknowns, and not willing to gamble because what is at stake is the only Micaela in the world.
Marta did not dare to be slow, kneeling in front of the tombstone, one by one, shaking off the outrageous things she had done, one by one, counting her apologies, not to mention her tears and sweat….
Adriana gritted her teeth, but she knew very well that Carlos was so powerful that she couldn’t fight him without hitting a stone, so she had to restrain herself and start with something else….
The sun was getting hotter and hotter and Micaela shook Carlos’ arm.
Carlos looked at Micaela, who was listening to Marta’s words and remembering the past without stopping crying, to her misfortune, and only then he looked out and said lightly.
-Every year from now on, remember to come here to confess in the same way.
Marta agreed in quick succession, put the incense, which had been consumed to more than a stick, into the censer and staggered to her feet as Adriana struggled to her feet, almost falling on the tombstone, both knees red….
Marta wiped her sweat and nodded to Carlos.
-Mr. Aguayo, Micaela, we’ll go first, and then….
Carlos looked away, not speaking.
Micaela nodded slightly and mother and daughter helped each other out, Adriana’s fists clenched so tightly that her fingernails were trapped inside her flesh and her internal organs burned as she made her way down the hill and to her car, where she pulled out her cell phone to make a call.
Halfway down the road, the phone went off the hook and Adriana tried to ask in her softest, kindest voice.
-Ivanna, do I remember that you also studied jewelry design?