Alba looked at the pendulum again with some surprise….
It seemed like a long, long time ago, when she and Ernesto were at loggerheads, fighting at every turn, and he was willing to buy her a present….
Because he bought the ornament, that’s why she wouldn’t let him take it away and didn’t explain….
A small touch rose in Alba’s heart, he should also have discovered her at that moment long, long ago and had his heart set on Carlos….
The intelligent navigation was telling her the next junction to turn, making Alba’s mind look at the navigation screen again and ask.
-Micaela, where are you going with this? Somewhere I haven’t even been? Where is there something to relax in?
Micaela made up a random reason.
-It’s a beautiful place, I’ve wanted to go there for a long time!
Alba raised an eyebrow and a wave of excitement rose in her heart.
-Micaela, I knew it, the person you love the most must be me, you wanted to go somewhere and instead of dragging your Mr. Aguayo there first, you went with me!
Micaela looked at her phone, answered something and replied weakly.
-You’re all equally important and I love you all!
Alba smiled and felt incredibly happy with her friends around her, Micaela and Ernesto.
When the car arrived at their destination, Alba and Micaela got out and were surprised to see that she had been here….
This is Ocean Street, where she and Ernesto arrived last year when a tandem bike race was held in which she and Ernesto entered on a whim and won first place….
Ocean Street is quiet at this time of year, there is no one on the asphalt, the air is clear and it is a beautiful day, cloudy, with a light sun, not too hot, and to the left of the asphalt there is a hill with lush trees.
Around this hill starts the cycling race, and to the right of the asphalt road, the beach, the endless sea…
Sea…
Alba looked in the direction of the sea and stopped, her heartbeat instantly accelerated as she looked at the beach from above, her eyes quickly collected the tears….
Just in sight, on the golden sandy beach, in flaming red roses, were a huge six words.
Alba, I love you.
The golden sand beach is the background, the blue sea is also the background, with the fiery red of six words, extraordinarily striking, extraordinarily striking….
Alba felt like she was dreaming something unreal, raising her hand to cover her mouth, breathing agitatedly, so excited she didn’t need to ask who had done it, Micaela had brought her here on purpose….
So where is the bastard?
She turned sharply and a handful of fiery red roses, appeared before her eyes, and to her astonishment, it was the person holding the roses….
Ernesto, with a wicked smile on his lips and a rose in his arms, was looking at her with affection and tenderness in his eyes, the sea breeze tousling his hair, a beautiful mess.
-Happy birthday, darling!
The low voice is as magnetic as it is melodious…..
Alba looked at Ernesto, full of shock, she did not know what to say, her eyes could not bear so many tears, pearls rolled down, the sun was revealed from the clouds, shining on them, the sea breeze blew Alba’s white dress, the image was beautiful, romantic and impressive….
In the distance, Carlos, Micaela, Tomas, Bianca, Leonardo, Olivia, and Antonio, Katarina, stand in line, the men hugging their wives and looking at Ernesto and Alba.
-Alba must be melting with happiness right now!
Olivia covered her face in envy.
-Mr. Mancebo is so thoughtful, that rose alone was on display all day, wasn’t he?
Bianca looked at the roses with surprise written in her eyes.
Tomas, with his wife in his arms, answered:
-I had chartered Ocean Street a few days in advance and the beach, keeping an eye on the weather so it wouldn’t rain, really making a great effort!
Micaela is filled with excitement, she looks at Alba and then at her friends beside her, it’s great that everyone has the most important person in their life….
Everyone thought Alba would happily fall into Ernesto’s arms, but instead she threw her hands up and punched and kicked Ernesto!
The audience recoiled gasping and Micaela unconsciously tried to step forward, locked in Carlos’ arms.
-Don’t be in a hurry, little fool, watch patiently.
Soon after, Alba stopped moving and threw herself into Ernesto’s arms, and, riding faintly on the sea breeze, Alba’s characteristic voice was heard:
-Ernesto, motherfucker!
The crowd was filled with black lines.
Leonardo: Ernesto really has a unique vision!
Olivia: Our style at Alba has always been unique!
That hug was so beautiful, all the women were touched by Alba and could feel inside how happy Alba must be at that moment and were happy for Alba from the bottom of their heart….
The men each look at the envious women they have in their arms and their minds are more complicated….
Ernesto is starting a little high!
What kind of show should I put on for the next birthday of the girl in my arms so I don’t lose him?
Ernesto holds Alba in his arms and whispers in her ear.
-Honey, this is the first birthday I spend with you, I have thought and reflected for a long time, I want to convey my love for you, I want you to have a birthday you will never forget, but I am afraid you will forget me if you are too happy.
Alba buried her head in his arms, clinging to his waist, his familiar smell between her nostrils, her tears non-stop, happiness and pain like a tidal wave, washing over her at the same time….
Alba let the tears flow uncontrollably and listened to Ernesto’s heartfelt confession.
-But I cannot deprive you of this happiness I must give you because I am afraid you will forget me, my dear, and you must experience my love for you, my heart, and I will give you all the love I have in this life.
Alba wailed for the first time, crying so hard that Ernesto’s heart ached. He let go of her a little, lifted her chin and kissed her tears away, his voice low and soft, deep and loving.
-I’m trying to cheer you up, why are you crying so much?
Alba struggled to lift her beautiful smile, tears still on her face, the sea breeze stirring her hair into a messy, delicate beauty that made Ernesto’s heart beat faster as he experienced a hint of suppressed pain in the corners of Alba’s eyes….
He wondered vaguely if he had done something wrong and was about to ask, when Alba suddenly stretched her arms around Ernesto’s neck, with choked sobs in her voice.
-I’m crying for joy Ernesto, it’s my first birthday, thank you….”.
Then she stood on tiptoe and kissed his thin lips….
Bastard Ernesto, I’ve never had a birthday because, well, it’s also the anniversary of my mother and father’s death…