Ernesto let go of her in pain and there was a knock on the door and in came the nurse, a raw face, the one who had been fired outright yesterday.
Ernesto had to give up flirting with his girlfriend and meekly cooperated with the blood draw.
After the blood draw it was time for breakfast, which they both finished together, and Alba saw the caretaker Ernesto had told her about, a young man.
Ernesto told Alba to be careful on the way and left with the doctors and nurses for the final check-up at the hospital.
Only then did Alba leave for Brillantella.
Back to Barrio Fanslan for the night, or, really, to live with him?
Alba has been thinking about it all morning.
The morning shoot comes to an end, the two take a lunch break and sit together on the couch.
It was natural for Alba to talk about this troubling matter with her best friend.
Micaela listened and said without hesitation.
-To your house, of course! Didn’t you hurt your hand? You’ll have to take better care of it, go ahead, go ahead, you’ll go straight after work, and I’ll tell Sofia to order and pack those suitcases of yours and have Raul bring them to you.
Really scared for her though, in case she forgets Ernesto next time and runs back without clothes, better leave some outfits at Phoenix Corte….
Go go go?
Alba was petrified at his words and looked incredulously at her best friend before asking.
-Micaela, aren’t you worried that I’m at a disadvantage?
Micaela slightly stunned, thinking, you can eat what loss, or Ernesto is more loss, now talking about you to take care of him, the truth must be Ernesto this injury to take care of you?
Alba, however, reacted with a look of astonishment.
-I know! Your boyfriend is back today, isn’t he? You’re trying to make love to him and you’re anxious to blow me up?
Micaela shakes her head sharply.
-I didn’t think so!
Alba makes a “I don’t believe it” face, wrapping her arms around her chest and looking askance at Micaela, who raises her glass to drink.
-Hmph, heavy Micaela, since you think I’m an eyesore, I’ll go live with Ernesto.
Micaela choked and coughed while arguing.
-Ejem… Alba… I’m not taking the blame for this ahem…! He clearly wanted to live with him himself.
How could he not know what Alba was thinking!
Nothing more than feeling that I haven’t known Ernesto long, this is too fast….
Alba opened her mouth twice as she patted Micaela’s back, but she was speechless, so she admitted it and whispered in her ear.
-So, Micaela, did it hurt the first time?
Micaela has the feeling that she can’t keep up with Alba’s brain, she’s jumping back and forth, a moment ago she was talking about moving in together, and now she’s talking about the indescribable, and besides, it’s obvious they’ve already been through it, where’s the first time….
Micaela answered vaguely, saying she was going to bed, and went in, leaving Ernesto to worry about it….
Alba knew that Micaela was introverted by nature and didn’t like to talk about it, so she didn’t chase her and lay down on the couch.
Since Carlos slept here, she had consciously divided the room into Micaela’s and Carlos’ private domain and never set foot in it again….
Alba sent a message to Ernesto.
-Back?
Ernesto replied in a matter of seconds.
-Well, I just got home, is the boyfriend picking you up in the evening?
Alba took a deep breath and replied.
-No, I’ll go.
Halfway through the day, Ernesto sent.
-Welcome home.
Are you coming home to…?
From now on, that’s your home?
A feeling of belonging really arose in her heart, and yes, even though she had not known him long, she really had that feeling of knowing him at first sight, and being with him was extraordinarily realistic….
It all seems like a dream…
Alba turned around and thought about her face blindness again, she should probably come clean to Ernesto too, if he can’t stand it….
Alba doesn’t dare to think about it, she prays that it’s Ernesto she won’t forget….
After finishing the afternoon shoot on time, Micaela was removing her make-up when she received a call from Bianca inviting her to dinner tonight.
Thinking that Carlos had not yet returned and that Alba was going back to Ernesto’s house, she said yes.
Bianca picked up Micaela and rightly asked Alba to join her for dinner, but Alba declined, said goodbye and got into her car.
Micaela got into Bianca’s car and as Bianca started it, she asked.
-Why isn’t Alba coming to dinner with us?
-She’s going back to Ernesto’s house, she got out of the hospital today.
Bianca seemed to know in a matter of seconds.
-All confessed at last?
Micaela was smiling too.
-Not yet, but it won’t be long now, let them throw it out, anyway we will all keep the car accident a secret from Ernesto, other than that, Ernesto will clear it with Alba himself.
Bianca nodded with a mischievous look.
Life is a back-and-forth! Life is in tossing and turning. The other day I went to see him at the hospital with Tomas, he has recovered quite well and soon they will remove the splint, and as soon as it’s noon he wants to kick us out, he says we’ll get in his way so he can be alone with Alba.
Micaela’s smile intensified.
-Yes, Alba was literally chasing him the same way Ernesto was chasing Alba, stalking him and running to him whenever he could.
Bianca listened and remembered herself, for a time before their marriage, chasing after Tomas and getting Salamentro back….
Come to think of it, I’m grateful for that experience too, so that both of them are extra grateful, extra appreciative every day now, glad to be together in the end….
On this side, Alba drove the car at a jerk to the subway garage of Ernesto’s house.
The spot where she parked last time was still empty.
Alba suddenly had some suspicions, this kind of high-class residence, parking spaces are internal, how so casually, the last time his own car was parked, this time, and empty, as if, is his exclusive parking space in general?
And what was that time, when he suddenly showed up at her house?
At that moment, she herself was startled and saw her car keys on the little table, so she grabbed them and hurried away, still changing her shoes on the shoe rack….
Her hand unconsciously rubbed her temples, had she forgotten something?….
When she opened the car door and got out, the subway garage was huge and there were many elevators, each leading to a different building, but she found the one to take right away and suddenly felt how she knew the way so well….
Pressing the floor, the uneasiness continued to grow, how did she know so well which floor Ernesto lived on?
How could I remember him so clearly when, at that moment, I panicked?
As he reached the large luxury door and looked at the combination lock, he frowned and in his mind he seemed to know what the code was?
He reached out his hand, but the door opened from the inside first….
Ernesto was at the door, in white shirt and dress pants, left hand dangling naturally, and Alba asked hurriedly.
-Ernesto, your hand?
Ernesto reached out his right hand and pulled her inside, closing the door behind him and taking her in his arms to explain.
-The test was good, no need to hang, replaced by a small pair of splints to hold it in place. Welcome home, dear bride.
This time, the left hand finally doesn’t have to stand in the way and can lift the hand and hold it gently.
Alba, her belly full of questions, inspected the house with her head sideways in her arms, and as far as the eye could see, it had indeed been cleaned again, and the balloon roses and such had disappeared….
Smelling the familiar scent of rice in the air, Alba looks up, surprised, and asks
-Did you cook?
-Well, wash your hands and eat.
Alba is a little anxious.
-Ernesto, how can you do this when your hand is injured…?
Ernesto raises an eyebrow.
-I’ve only injured my left hand, I’m not crippled, I can still take care of you with one hand!
Take care of her?
He thought about taking care of her…..
Ernesto looked down and whispered badly in her ear.
-Including in bed?
Alba pushed him away indifferently, but she didn’t dare to push hard either.
-Bastard, what’s on your mind?
Ernesto took her by the arm and they headed towards the restaurant.
-He’s loaded with little bastards named Alba!
The words of affection were indeed well received, and Alba’s face broke into a smile as she washed her hands and was obediently led into the dining room by him.
The table was set with three plates and soup, everything she liked, and it was especially appetizing to look at.
She didn’t bother to eat in the first place, but noticed Ernesto on the other side of the table, whose left hand was also resting on the table, wearing a special shirt with a clipboard on it, looking the same as always….
-Don’t worry, it will only take some time for the bones to grow back and this hand will be fine without heavy lifting.
Ernesto explained as he poured her soup and then handed it to her with his left hand, demonstrating a really good recovery.
Just a little relieved, Alba rushed to the soup, took a sip and was instantly amazed!
It tastes great!
Grab your chopsticks and taste each bowl one by one.
-Ernesto, your general third of the world, it’s true!
Ernesto had a hint of disdain in the corner of his eye.
-I’m in third place, who dares to be in first or second?
Alba shot him a look of disdain, the egomaniac, her tail held high at a compliment.
The last few days with him, we’ve eaten dishes cooked by chefs from great five-star restaurants, but, really, they’re not as good as Ernesto’s!
Alba ate with extra satisfaction.
Ernesto was also looking at her, extraordinarily satisfied.
It’s not that the restaurant chef’s cooking isn’t as good as hers, it’s that he cooks for her with love, with all the flavors of love and home, so how could it not be good?
While they were having their sweet dinner, Bianca was over here eating with Micaela at the restaurant.
This is a Netflix themed restaurant for ladies and dating couples. The private rooms are romantically decorated with pink curtains, carved beams and columns, round arches, flowers and atmospheric mist, making the ambiance extraordinarily good and the meals exquisite and delicious.
Bianca had come here especially to have a look at the place, thinking it would be a good place to have a date the next time Tomas came back if the food and ambiance were good.
Since we don’t yet have children to divide our attention, and since we spend so much time together, we cherish every minute of our time together, wishing that one minute could be spent in two.
Both women were delighted with the surroundings, chatting as they ate and finishing their meals with flower tea and snacks.
It was almost nine o’clock when the two men prepared to get up and leave, when Bianca pushed open the door to the reserved room and slammed it shut again.
Micaela was walking behind Bianca, wearing a mask and sunglasses, when she didn’t pay attention and almost bumped into her back.
-Bianca, what’s wrong?
Bianca turned around with a shocked face and whispered.
-Micaela, to the bread room, I saw Katarina’s husband leaving with Adriana!