Alba was awakened by the sound of her son’s grunts, definitely hungry, she immediately opened her eyes and turned her head sideways, Gustavo, who was sleeping next to her, was also looking at her, his little mouth was opening and closing, as if in a silent complaint….
Alba smiled slightly and whispered:
-Knowing that your exclusive cow is on the line, does it stop you from crying?
When her finger touched her son’s delicate cheek, Gustavo immediately opened his little mouth and looked away from her head, searching for the place where her finger had touched…..
Alba teased him for a while, touching him with her fingers back and forth between his cheeks and moving the corners of her lips from time to time, watching him turn his little head like a bird waiting to be fed, and only when he was about to cry did she mercifully sit up and pick up her son to feed him.
Ernesto was no longer in the room and Alba glanced at the electronic light above the bed; it was almost noon and Ernesto must have gone to prepare lunch.
Alba felt a slight sense of satisfaction as she looked at her son’s satisfied little face.
After the Xiao had taken Micaela away, she was sure that she would never forget Ernesto again, and later it was confirmed that she had indeed been cured and had not forgotten him.
Shortly after giving birth to Gustavo, Ernesto’s father insisted on coming to visit them.
Ernesto is determined not to talk to him, and Jairo comes to his senses and decides not to interfere between him and Alba, as long as his son is happy.
After all, if he doesn’t give in, his son, daughter-in-law and grandchildren won’t recognize him…..
Jairo also came prepared and gave Alba five percent of Mancebo’s shares, officially recognizing that she was the daughter-in-law of the Mancebo family.
Alba was shocked, blood is thicker than water, of course she would not want Ernesto to really die with her father and besides, she saw the sincerity of her future father-in-law in accepting her, knowing that, unbeknownst to him at the time, he had been cured of the blindness in his face?
With her in the middle, the tense relationship between Ernesto and his father is about to soften…
The child of the month is asleep most of the time as long as he is well fed, warm and not uncomfortable, which would be, Gustavo fell asleep while eating.
Alba put him to bed and tucked him in, went to the bathroom to wash up, then opened the door and went out. Near the kitchen, he heard the sound of spatulas moving and smelled food.
He wore a white shirt, the hem of which was not knotted to his pants, an apron, beige pants and blue slippers, giving him a homely, casual look. Every dish is so tempting it makes your fingers tingle….
Alba watched his deft movements and a familiar feeling of excitement arose in her heart….
The last month, he didn’t go anywhere except shopping, he just stayed home with her, the bellboy came to clean, did everything else himself, took the baby at night, changed his diapers, didn’t let her do anything except breastfeed him, himself spoiled by him more and more anarchic, Mateo came a few times, looked into Ernesto’s eyes full of admiration and gratitude, grateful that he cured his sister with boundless love….
Alba wanted to cry a little and came up to hug him from behind….
Ernesto froze and looked sideways for a moment, smiling.
-Honey, is he hungry? He’ll be ready in a minute, go wait at the table. Alba pressed her face against his back and wrapped her arms around his strong, slender waist….
After a month, he himself put on five kilos, but he lost five kilos….
-Honey, thank you…
Thank you for loving me so much and for loving me so much….
Alba’s voice was not very loud and with the noise of the frying, Ernesto did not hear well and asked:
-What did you say?
Alba rubbed her cheek against his back and stopped talking.
Ernesto turned off the fire, put the frying pan on the floor and raised his hand to turn off the bell.
-Honey, let me go, it’s time to eat.
-No!
Why does it feel weird?
That’s not the way to react when you see Micaela’s news!
Didn’t she check her phone and go to him in the first place?
The idea delighted him, and turning around, with Alba still hugging him, he turned around and she buried her little face in his arms, eyes closed.
Ernesto raised his hands and laughed a little at Alba, glued to his arms, her cheek brushing the top of his head.
-What’s the matter? Suddenly so clingy?
-Hold me!
Alba ordered.
-Good girl, let go of me for a minute and let me wash my hands?
Fried vegetables, a little oil on my hands….
Alba immediately grabbed both his arms and slipped them behind his back before wrapping her arms around his waist and speaking forcefully:
-I don’t even dislike you, so why should you dislike yourself!
Ernesto let out a small laugh, the commanding tone, the familiarity of the gesture, was too much to resist, and meekly put his arms around her and whispered in her ear, asking:
-Didn’t you check your phone?
Alba answered the question with a little twist in her voice.
-Ernesto, I love you. Ernesto was a little surprised that Alba rarely confessed to him, or in such inexplicable circumstances, and said those three precious words. He reached out to take her chin and was heartbroken to see her eyes redden.
-What’s the matter? Did Gustavo bully you? Did he bite you? I’m going to go beat him up….
Alba puts her arms around him, stands on tiptoe and kisses him on the lips….
Ernesto froze for a second, tensed his arms and took the reins again….
The soft and prolonged kiss made Ernesto more and more desperate, and only after a long while he released her with bated breath, pecking one by one her wet lips, his voice muffled.
-Honey, I’m so hungry. Alba, of course, knows what he means by “hungry” and throws him an expressionless look as she pulls back from his embrace and offers to serve the food.
-Eat when you’re hungry!
Then she turned and walked out.
Ernesto took a deep breath and pulled out his cell phone to look at the last two sentences of his chat with Carlos.
Ernesto: Is there a date for the wedding yet?
Carlos: Twelve days later.
Ernesto stares at the Twelve Divas and raises an eyebrow.
Is this deliberate or coincidental?
Alba and Micaela’s production dates are only one day apart?
Ernesto puts his phone away and walks out in a good mood with the food.
It was almost lunchtime, and now that Alba had consulted her phone, she feared she was too excited to eat, so Ernesto deliberately refrained from talking to her first about the fact that Micaela had texted him.
Alba sat down at the table, the steamed eggs with shrimp were prepared for her alone, a small plate contained them, and moved directly in front of her.
The fire is at its peak, the tender yellow eggs are like tofu, they jiggle as the plate is moved, the shrimp are deveined, de-headed, the strings pulled, folded and red, placed in the eggs, Alba takes the soup spoon, with the shrimp and eggs, still deliberately taking the largest shrimp, she raises her hand and hands it to Ernesto, sketching a smile.
-Here, open your mouth, the reward is yours. Ernesto was very cooperative and said:
-Thank you Mr. Querida.
Then she opened her mouth and took it, tender and sweet in her mouth, Ernesto was very pleased with his handiwork.
Alba arched her eyebrows in delight, put the spoon down and quickly devoured a plate of steamed eggs with shrimp.
Then she stirred the carp soup Ernesto had prepared for her, milk-like in color, sprinkled with green onions, and the fish looked very tender.
As she slurped the soup, she moved her chopsticks closer to the date-scented pork.
This is a dish made with pig’s feet, black beans and red dates, nutritious without being greasy and finger-licking good, Alba can’t stop eating it and every now and then she craves spinach and tofu, vegetables are good too but now she prefers meat.
After a bowl full of rice, he went to pour the soup himself and took out a piece of fish, eating it with relish….
It used to be a pleasure to see Alba eating with such an appetite, making Ernesto want to cook for her for the rest of his life and sink his teeth into new dishes, but today, seeing her eating so happily, he suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart….
It turns out that, while Ernesto is washing the dishes in the kitchen, Alba comes running in with her phone in her arms, her face full of surprise, torn and a little angry, and she reaches over to grab Ernesto by the arm.
-Bastard, you made me so fat I can’t even wear my wedding dress! Oooh, I blame you, I blame you, I blame you!
Ernesto rinsed the suds off his hands, then pulled kitchen towel off the wall to wipe his hands and turned to hug a fuming Alba who had only one way to deal with his nonsense:
Soft!
Wrapping his arms around her, he hurried to put the load down:
-Okay, okay, I’m wrong, I’m wrong, it’s my fault for making the food too good, Honey don’t worry, I’ll find you the best tailor and I’ll change your wedding dress, I’ll make sure you’ll still be the most beautiful bride in the world with it on, okay? Alba looked at him with a glint of anxiety in her eyes.
-But I’m so fat, I wouldn’t look good in a wedding dress…..
-Nonsense, who said you’ve put on weight? You’ve only put on a little weight, your wedding dress can be fixed just a little, besides, look how good you look now, you’re a hundred times prettier without make-up than with make-up on! Whoever dares to say you are not beautiful, I’ll beat him to death! Ernesto’s theft of her exclusive terminology, and the way he swore by her, made Alba snort with laughter, and Ernesto sighed in relief, while Alba suddenly tensed up again and gripped Ernesto’s hand tightly.
-Ernesto, why are Micaela and Carlos getting married all of a sudden? Did they tell me to come back to Anlandana for the wedding? Is something wrong? Does she want us to come and celebrate the wedding so we can make up for the promise we made and have no regrets? Alba instantly remembers that Carlos has been in Salamonsa for almost two months, working on the antidote for Micaela, and that no progress has been made on the secret of Salamonsa’s poison? Are they… are they going to separate, and therefore, are they going to fulfill this wish?
Ernesto observed Alba’s dejected expression, feeling sad for Carlos and Micaela for going through such a difficult time together, but also feeling touched by the deep emotions between Alba and Micaela….
Ernesto hugged her and reassured her:
-Honey, whatever the reason for their decision, Micaela must want us to go there and celebrate the wedding happily, and we all have to believe that Carlos and Micaela, will go beyond all barriers to be together, ok? Even though she knew Ernesto was cajoling her, Alba nodded and hugged Ernesto tightly, telling herself to have a good heart and hope…