Micaela gasped, running and looking around….
In the large room, apart from the staff and a few scattered people, there was no sign of Carlos, or Alba, or….
Why was she so sleepy, if she knew that Carlos would not wake her up every time….
The Big Bad…
Micaela stopped in her tracks and looked at the screen: the plane had taken off….
Tears were streaming down her face and, at that moment, it was as if she was the only one left in the world….
I don’t know how I left the airport, I was walking aimlessly, I didn’t even feel my feet walking, I was so confused, my mind wondered if Mike would have cried, if he would have realized that his mother was missing, if he wouldn’t recognize her when he saw her again.
When will the next meeting be, how will the 25 days be spent, how long will it take to resolve these difficulties, will three or five years be enough, what will we do if we can never resolve them?
The more I thought about it, the colder I felt, how good it was that Carlos was there, his arms so warm….
Thinking about Carlos made me cry even more….
A pain in her arm made Micaela forcibly stop and she unconsciously looked to the side, only to discover that it was her mother holding an umbrella, raised above her head, with the sound of the rain whispering….
So it’s raining…
Yerma was as disconsolate as she was angry, and her eyes quickly reddened.
-Moya! Silly girl, Carlos must have been heartbroken to see you like this, you may be sad, you may not want to be separated from your family, but it’s better than what happened mom, you were kicked out of Salamonsa when you were little, your father left very young and never came back, how did mom survive?
Be optimistic, you are Mr. Nilson, you have to take over until you can change things, in half an hour Carlos will be calling you, you won’t change anything except that you cannot touch each other, and there is infinite hope….
Micaela came closer and hugged her mother, crying her eyes out….
-Mom, I’m sorry, I know, I know all that, I just didn’t see him enough, I wanted to see him just one more time, just one more look would have been nice…..
They had been separated for almost a year, only two months together, and then they were separated again. She was very sad and all she wanted was to see him again….
She knew it wasn’t life or death, but she couldn’t help….
Yerma also shed tears and gently caressed her daughter’s soaked hair.
-Moya, mommy understands, everything will get better and better, come home to mommy…..
With that, Yerma pulled her into the car parked next to her, and the driver got out and pulled out the back seat, full of apologies….
He had been sitting in the car waiting for Miss Moya to leave the airport, thinking he would get in the car when she did, but who knows, he had walked so far in the rain….
When mother and daughter returned home, Yerma was anxious for him to take a shower before he caught a cold, but Micaela was worried about what her mother had just said, that in half an hour Carlos was going to call her….
When she came out, she only had time to change out of her pajamas and took nothing with her. She ran downstairs in her slippers and in the courtyard was the chauffeur who had just returned from dropping Carlos off. She immediately got in and ordered the chauffeur to take her to the airport in a hurry, startling him….
The phone was on the bed, she picked it up and saw that on the bedside table was a small plate with a ring of brown mosquito incense or something burning on it that smelled pleasantly….
What was the point of burning this?
Micaela turned it off and turned on the phone to find it stuck on the recording screen with a file….
She didn’t understand this…
Did Carlos leave her a message?
Micaela’s heart skipped a beat and a surge of joy and expectation rose in her….
She knew how Carlos could leave without leaving a single word….
With a trembling hand she pressed it and Carlos’ deep voice came to her:
-Micaela, I’m leaving, I’m sorry I can’t let you see me off at the airport, I can’t leave when I see you sad, I’ll stay in spite of everything…..
-No looking at other men, especially Nilson.
-Take good care of yourself and don’t lose a piece of meat.
-Call me if you miss me, if you miss Mike, I’ll expect you any time.
-I’ll allow you to cry, but control yourself afterwards….
-Micaela, wait for me.
Micaela sat on the floor, on the edge of the bed, clutching the phone and bawling, pressing the recording over and over again….
Carlos, I’ll get my act together after this scream and wait for you…