Micaela’s fists clenched tightly, in fact there had been no sign of human life for at least two hours the whole way here, and she thought it would be a death wish to leave on foot now, so she took a deep breath and retraced her steps.
Nilson pushed open the wooden door to the tiled room and turned on the light, the incandescent lamp illuminating one side of the room.
The interior is clean, see outside is deliberately cleaned, the house is not large, a glance at it, the entrance is the dining room, to the left against the wall is a square table about a meter, a few reclining chairs, a tripod with a kettle and such, all the furniture is wooden, to the right, there are two doors, both closed, that must be the bedroom.
Nilson hooks his jacket to the back of a chair, turns and gestures with his chin toward the door on his right.
-You’ll take the room on the right and I’ll take the room on the left. Of course, if you’re afraid, I’ll be happy to share a room with you.
Micaela averted her eyes in disgust and Nilson, unimpressed, continued:
-Get some rest while I prepare dinner, by the way, the bathroom and kitchen are outside the house, so if you want to go to the bathroom at night and you get scared, you can ask me to come with you.
Micaela was so angry that she wanted to lie down and had nothing else to do, so she turned around and went to the room as he had told her.
She fumbled for a while on the rough wall before she felt a cord, she wasn’t sure if it was a switch, and didn’t dare pull it. Micaela hurried two steps forward, away from him.
Nilson smiled.
-I’ll go cook.
Then he walked away.
Micaela exhaled slowly and looked around. The room was small, a modest wooden bed with neatly laid pink bedding, a table, chairs, a two-opening closet and nothing else.
She was already urinating a lot in late pregnancy, and after holding it in until the end, she had reached her limit and turned to go out again. The bathroom, she said, was outside the house, and on the other side of the front door, there was a right-angled turn to the right of the house connecting to another tiled room, where Nilson could be seen cooking through the open door, and beyond the kitchen, there was another door, with a light on and the door open, the bathroom no doubt.
Micaela walks past it, past the kitchen and straight into the bathroom without looking.
The bathroom is small, 3 to 4 square meters, no water heater or anything like that.
Micaela came out of the bathroom and, in the light of the house and the moon, saw what appeared to be a tilled plot of land under the hedge, with faintly visible vegetable seedlings….
Is this going back to the garden?
Does Nilson aspire to this life?
It’s none of his business what kind of life he aspires to!
Micaela went back into the room and closed the door.
Nilson was in a good mood as he worked in the kitchen. Looking at the prepared dishes, he took off his apron, brought the food back inside, distributed the dishes and stood at the door of the room he had just assigned to Micaela.
As expected, the door was locked from the inside.
Knock on the door.
-Moya, dinner is ready.
Halfway through the day, Micaela’s icy voice came out:
-I’m not hungry!
Nilson was in no hurry and spoke indifferently:
-You know, I have a way in, or, do you want me to come in and take you out to eat? Besides, don’t forget you’re pregnant.
After a few more minutes, Micaela reluctantly opened the door.
Hardship cannot be a meal, even if one is going to make a dinner, using the ingredients one has prepared. Besides, at this time, one must take care of oneself, even if one escapes, one must have the strength.
Nilson smiles and steps forward.
The table was square, small, and set with three dishes, all of them Micaela’s favorites, which he had gleaned from his childhood impressions, plus her preferences when she had just returned to Anlandana and stayed at his villa.
Nilson pulled out the stool for Micaela, who remained ungrateful and sat on the other side of the table.
Not too surprised, he sat down and whispered:
-Let’s eat.
His face was slightly pale, but he was in an excellent mood and had a good appetite.
Micaela is hungry too, even if she doesn’t know what to eat, she tries to fill her tummy, babies need to be fed….
Micaela’s tears fall into a bowl at the thought that Carlos must be desperate to be reunited by now….
She really just wants to live a good life with Carlos, why is it so difficult….
Naturally, Nilson noticed the movement of the woman with her head down on the table, his heart skipped a beat, he clenched his chopsticks tightly and the next moment his voice came out trembling:
-Nilson, put me in touch with Carlos, he’ll go crazy if he doesn’t find me…..
Hearing her sobs, with her heart worried about other men, Nilson’s breath caught and he put down his chopsticks.
-Moya, I just want to spend ten days with you properly, and if between you, just being with me for ten days without contact, the relationship is going to break down and there isn’t even that much trust, then it just shows that he doesn’t love you that much.
Micaela lifted her head, anger shining in her eyes, and tried to adjust her emotions to keep the sadness from escaping her.
-Nilson, don’t you think you’re out of line? You want to spend ten days with me, have you asked me if I want to? You’re illegally detaining me!
A flash of pain in Nilson’s eyes as he picked up the chopsticks again.
-Of course I asked you, and you refused, didn’t you? I’ve killed people for you, what’s a mere illegal detention? If I could, I would want this detention to last a lifetime.
Micaela’s heart trembled as she remembered Amelia’s death in vain….
Half-heartedly, Micaela answered firmly:
-You’re dreaming! Carlos will definitely come to take me back!
Nilson sniffed and remembered what Moses had said:
-There’s a kind of magical attraction between them in general, any situation, he’s always the first to find Micaela….
This is the border of Echave City and Pesla City, where the network is largely in the open, he avoided all surveillance and was a 4 hour drive from Echave City, even if Carlos had checked surveillance and knew the general direction he went, there was no way he would have found them in 10 days!
Heck, he’d like to see if Carlos could verify what Moses said….
Nilson’s mouth drew into a smile as he looked at an angry Micaela and asked:
-Why are you nervous? It’s only ten days of spending time with me, or are you afraid of falling in love with me at any moment while spending time with me?.
Micaela sniffed and rubbed her arms, suppressing the goose bumps she got when she stood up.
-That’s not going to happen, I’d rather die in Carlos’s arms than have a shred of affection for you!
Having said that, he turned around and walked into the room, closing the door behind him.
Nilson’s heart sank a little….
In her absence, he too lost his appetite, looking at the small bowl of rice left on his plate, thinking that he should let her eat more before talking to her in the future….
The thought that Carlos would go back to looking for Moya all over the world, as he had done eight months ago, brought a surge of pleasure to his heart.
That time, she deliberately left clues to lure him out to sea, and this time, she vowed, she would not let Carlos find them!
A cold smile tugged at the corners of her lips.
Carlos, as strong as you are, these ten days are enough to torment you, miss them and see if you can find a way to turn the tables on Echave City!
If you don’t get Moya to take the position of City Lord, don’t blame me for occupying it with trickery when the time comes!
In the bedroom, Micaela stood in front of the two-open closet, looking at the clothes in it in some disbelief.
A wide array of maternity clothes, pajamas and jackets….
Carlos does this for her and she feels touched and joyful, Nilson does this for her and she just feels bad!
He slams the closet door shut!
Lying on the bed with his mind reeling, not knowing how to indulge the dilemma except by passing the time….
There was a knock on the door and Nilson’s voice was heard.
-Moya, there’s boiling water for you, go take a bath.