A quiet afternoon.
This is Micaela’s third day in this isolated place.
This time, she will sit under the tree by the fish pond, rubbing her stomach, watching the fish swim and the birds fly….
The sky was blue, without a single white cloud, the breeze was cool and not stifling, the trees looked turquoise in the distance and every now and then all kinds of beautiful birds chirped in his ear.
He had been waiting for the right moment to escape, but he had no chance of getting out of Nilson’s sight except in the middle of the night.
And he was afraid to go out in the middle of the night, even more afraid to ensure his safety than he was in the daytime.
Time was passing very, very slowly, and all she could do was miss Carlos, her friends in faraway Anlandana, fantasize about her joyful excitement at seeing the emails he wrote, and, well, count the fetal movements.
The baby has been moving more frequently in the last few days, which is related to his impatient, overwhelming restlessness, and he has been quieting down to calm down…..
The sound of panicked chickens clucking not far away brought Micaela to her senses and she subconsciously raised her eyes to look.
Nilson was seen with his sleeves rolled up, hunting chickens.
It was clear that he had not long since finished eating and was once again preparing the ingredients for the evening.
For the past three days, he was cooking for her in different ways, chicken, duck and fish, no, just duck and fish, he said they were better to catch, chicken was too hard to catch….
This time, with her sleeves rolled up, she approached a chicken on its haunches and with one lunge, the chicken squealed and flapped its wings and flew away, Nilson almost fell flat on his face and a few chicken feathers flew over his head.
Funny move, Micaela couldn’t help but laugh and hurriedly covered her mouth….
Because of this smile, she felt a slight release of the mood she had long repressed….
Nilson pulled his hand away from the chicken feathers in defiance and threw down the gauntlet, damn it!
He couldn’t believe he couldn’t catch a chicken!
Today he’s going to kill a chicken for Moya any way he can!
I didn’t catch this one, switch to that one!
That one looks even fatter!
Nilson concentrates and cautiously approaches the big rooster that is eating the -bait- he has thrown….
Micaela, who was sitting in the shade, also unconsciously held her breath and watched his movements….
Nilson has got the hang of it, and the movements must be fast and furious!
The chicken was more responsive than the duck, and before his hand touched it, it flapped its wings, chirped and took flight, and was about to fly over the fence when Nilson quickly straightened up, took a step forward and reached out to grab one of its wings at the same time that one of the hedge’s jagged bamboo sticks jabbed irregularly into his wounded chest.
He snorted in pain, but didn’t let go, uncontrollably clutching the chicken with both hands together.
Finally we got it!
The wound in his chest hurt so much that he took a step back and took a moment to slow himself down before he felt the pain slowly dissipate and he thought he felt the sight of Moya, he grabbed the chicken and turned around, and sure enough, the person in the shadow seven or eight meters away stood up and was looking this way….
He was a little embarrassed, the scene of catching the chicken really tarnished his image, but, seeing the smile that still had not faded from the corner of his lips, it was all worth it….
Halfway through the day, she exhaled slowly and headed towards the kitchen, giving Micaela a smile:
-Moya, there is chicken for dinner tonight.
Micaela looked at him and thought he looked strange, which was strange, she couldn’t tell for a moment….
Nilson has already boiled hot water, and after the experience of killing the duck two days ago, it won’t be hard for him to kill the chicken anymore…..
The corners of his lips twisted in pleasure as he did something he would normally never do, and where he had spent most of his thoughts each day for the past two days was researching the ingredients available and how to cook for Micaela….
And Micaela, eating her food, ignored him.
Looking at Nilson coming out of the kitchen, rolled up in his sleeves, holding a chicken in one hand and holding a knife in the other, where was the imposing lord of a city?
Nilson felt the sight of Micaela, the yard was already small, she was under a tree and he at the kitchen door, a few steps away….
He set out to “clean the chicken’s neck” with a quick movement and ordered:
-Moya, this scene is too bloody, better not watch it, it’s not good for childbirth.
Micaela unconsciously averted her gaze and turned to walk through the shadow.
Looking at the blue sky, she thought more and more about Carlos, and her heart ached at the thought of the torment she had gone through the past two days….
Looking around her, and then at Nilson in the kitchen doorway, Micaela suddenly felt that the moment she had been waiting for had arrived.
She waved to him and went back to her room, closing the door behind her.
Nilson knew that she had gone to take a nap and that Moya had a regular routine.
He concentrates on serving the master of the chickens, plucking every tiny hair….
Although Moya ignores him, he is incredibly pleased to spend time with her.
It was his greatest joy to be able to care for her and see her at all times. He couldn’t wait for the time to stay here forever, to not think about the responsibilities of being the Lord of the City, to not think about the “contract” and the “repercussions”….
He’s not afraid to die, he just doesn’t love his Moya enough….
I felt a dull ache in my heart to think that Carlos was thinking the same thing and his thoughts were reciprocated by Moya but not by me….
Finally, it took about an hour to butcher the chicken and chop it up, half for the soup and half with the intention of making a chopped white chicken.
The soup ingredients were put in a pot with the chicken and slowly cooked over medium heat, and I was about to deal with the remaining half of the chicken when it occurred to me that it had been a long time since I had seen Moya.
A bad feeling took hold of her heart, she turned around and left the kitchen; there was no sign of her in the yard, she went back inside and knocked on the door.
-Moya, are you there?
When he got no answer, he became increasingly anxious and pushed the door open, and sure enough, Moya was not inside!
Nilson’s heart sank to the bottom, she must have gone out among him carrying water through the back door of the kitchen!
He turned and ran like a madman, straight out of the courtyard.
He ran in a hurry, a dull ache in his chest where he had been wounded ignoring him, analyzing in his head that Moya was only gone for an hour at most, she was pregnant and couldn’t walk fast, he could definitely find her….
Moya is so smart, she must know to leave the way she came, he realized then in the car that he had been watching the terrain outside, if only he could get out of this barren area, there was a road outside, and now in the afternoon, he might run into passing traffic….
Her heart incomparable panic, in the end that day more is night, she did not know, outside the terrain is really intricate, there are countless crossroads, the darkness are unable to get out of this wilderness, she is lost what to do?
This idiot, he said he would send her back in 10 days, why doesn’t he listen, it’s so painful to be with him for a few days?