It is 1 a. m. when Carlos arrives at Salamonsa’s place…
Diego enters the garage, gets out, opens the door to the back seat and bends down slightly.
-Mr. Carlos…
Carlos leaned his back against the back of the seat, eyes closed, head slightly tilted back against the headrest, and said faintly:
-Go rest, I’ll sit a little longer.
Diego was a little hesitant, and the dejection on the face of his own Mr. Carlos was clearly visible in the dim light of the car….
Just an hour ago, Fernando had been sent to the International Court of Justice awaiting sentencing.
He was not spared, he assumed all the consequences and smiled openly, without the slightest regret.
It had been more than ten years since he had seen his closest relative, but when he saw him again, it was his nephew who had personally sent his uncle to the police car, how could Mr. Carlos feel good now in his heart?
Diego sighed, Mr. Carlos’ heart was as clear as a mirror, he could think of anything he could think of, swallowing his words of comfort and saying that you would also go up early to rest, Diego closed the car door and turned to get in.
Carlos sat for a long time with his eyes closed, his mind on what had just happened on the plane:
Nicolas looked out the window with a very sorry expression and, after a while, he looked out and asked:
-Carlos, if I had finally ended up with Patricia against all odds, then Mateo and Fernando would not have met Patricia and would have married other women and would have been happy for the rest of their lives, wouldn’t they?
Carlos kept silent at that moment, Nilson said:
-Probably. If you had gotten together with Aunt Patricia, Carlos, who is the oldest son of the Obregon family, would have been raised in Salamonsa and would not have gone to Anlandana, and would not have met Moya, who was sent to Anlandana, and all that would have been rewritten.
Said Carlos:
-But not everything happened according to ‘if’, everything was meant to be, Micaela and I went successively to Anlandana, we met and came back together.
Nicolas nodded, with pain in his features.
-Carlos, the things Uncle Fernando said, did you already know them?
He’s talking about how Mateo never had Patricia, and that Tomas is an IVF baby, and Carlos doesn’t say a word, acquiescing….
Nicolas’s heart shrank and he knew that Carlos had not told him so that he would not feel more guilty, muttering under his breath:
-But in the end I am sorry, guilty, I have failed Patricia, I have failed her so much…..
Carlos sighed and looked at Nicolas, who was sitting in front of him.
-I keep saying that you have to look at what you have in front of you, the past, and value those around you.
Nicolas nodded with a heavy face and said nothing else….
In fact, Carlos also regretted a little, he regretted not having gone to see uncle Fernando at the beginning, and not having arrived at today’s situation if he had taken a step earlier to hold on to the precipice….
Micaela would not be what she is today….
But she also knew that grandfather had never given up looking for his favorite little son, and Uncle Fernando was determined not to let grandfather find him….
He still hated Uncle Fernando a little from the bottom of his heart, but he was Uncle Fernando after all, and what awaited him could be death, or an endless life in jail, his methods were wrong, but his love for his mother was true….
Carlos can’t help but feel so soft….
Now that Salamonsa’s condition has stabilized for the moment, I just asked him if there is any way to isolate the antibodies from the cat’s body and use them in humans, and he told me: -It is not impossible, only that the research process is going to be extraordinarily long, and requires repeated trials, and that in the end, humans and animals are not the same….
Carlos had not told Fernando that Micaela had been bitten by a cat, even though she was a terrible person, but he did not want her to blame herself for a dying person….
The sound of a car door opening, followed by the cold air of a winter night came in, dragging Carlos’ thoughts back to what he thought was Diego’s return from his visit, and in the next moment, smelling the familiar welcoming aroma, Carlos looked up sharply and opened his eyes….
His girl sat next to him, wearing a goose-yellow nightgown, long hair loose, looking down and taking something out of her pocket, looking up, holding her hand out in front of her eyes, a shy smile on her face, not daring to look at him, looking a little uneasy….
Carlos’ eyes fell on her hand, which was outstretched, and in the center of her white palm was a fried dried fish, untouched and crispy….
Ever since she became a cat, she has been obsessed with fish, and the kitchen helpers cook it for her in different ways….
Carlos froze as he looked at the small dried fish in her hand….
The girl, no, the kitten was coming on to him….
Earlier he had read in a magazine that cats give gifts to their owners when they show them affection, and that some cats put the mice they catch on the door of their owners’ rooms….
Charles’ heart gave a violent leap, forcing himself not to commit her into his arms immediately, to respond to her emotions first….
He reached out, took the small dried fish she held in her hand and brought it to her mouth, finishing it in two bites, making sure it was on the table for the day….
Did the girl hide a small fish in her pocket and give it to him when he returned?
-Micaela…
Carlos felt his heart suddenly soften and reached out to clasp her in his arms….
The kitten was glad that her master ate what she handed him, and without waiting for him to make any move, she took the initiative to rush into his arms, sitting on his lap as she always did, her little head squeaking against his chest, properly pampered….
Carlos’ heart swelled with joy, and he hugged her so tightly that he wanted to rub her bones and blood, and the melancholy he had just felt vanished….
Uncle Fernando expected everything, he even expected such an outcome, he accepted it frankly, so what was the entanglement itself?
One can only do for him, what his nephew can do?
With everything settled, Charles’ mood brightened and he rubbed the head of the person he was holding in his arms with one hand and lowered his head to kiss her forehead, lifting her chin and looking at her, in a deep voice:
-Does Kitty like me?