Estrella Berrocal’s appetite was whetted when the waiter brought the steaming fabada and the grilled meats.
He took a bite of the stew inside the Fabada and tasted it, which was surprisingly tasty.
Adán Rouco looked at her and asked, “What does it taste like?”.
“Well … it’s worthy of a 7-star restaurant that makes Fabada, it’s really much better than the ones in the roadside stores!”
Adán Rouco also tried it and it was not bad.
Estrella Berrocal added: “But it’s normal, the ingredients in such high-end restaurants must be very good”.
He tasted the stew again and it was really tender and crispy, not even close to the taste of the stew from the little store.
As for the asado, it was also first-rate, and Estrella Berrocal ate a lot; she had not had a bad appetite since she was pregnant, but no day had she eaten more than today.
“I want some rice.”
Adán Rouco said to the waiter: “Serve a plate of rice”.
“Aren’t you going to eat?” asked Estrella Berrocal.
She always thought it was too much of a sin to eat alone and be fat.
Adán Rouco raised an eyebrow: “Do you want me to eat with you?”.
Estrella Berrocal puffed out her little mouth and said with sincerity: “I’m afraid of getting fat and that you are always in such a good shape”.
Adam Rouco’s eyes blinked somberly: “Serve me a plate of rice, too”.
“Yes, President Rouco”.
Estrella Berrocal is happy because even though she eats a lot, at least she has someone to get fat with.
He looked at the fireflies flying in the air and reached out to catch them, but they were running fast and asked curiously, “It’s not summer, where did you get so many fireflies?”
“Somebody catch him in the tropics.”
“…”
It really is a world of the rich, you can have anything you want with just one word.
Paying to catch fireflies in the tropics is something you can only do if you have money to burn.
Having eaten all the fabada and grilled meat she wanted, and having the anniversary she wanted, Estrella Berrocal was happy.
“Can we have it every year from now on?”
Adán Rouco hugged her from behind and lowered his head to kiss her ear: “Of course”.
“But … he’s especially sorry this year.”
Adán Rouco was stunned: “Hmm? What’s going on?”.
Is it that you don’t like the arrangements he has made?
Estrella Berrocal turned her head to look at him, her fingers gently touching the collarbone necklace, and said, “You have a gift for me, but I have no gift for you.”
“You can package yourself as a gift to me.” The man said without blushing, his dark eyes burning as he stared at her.
Estrella Berrocal turned in his arms, stood on tiptoe, wrapped her arms around his neck and moved to his soft lips to drop a solemn kiss on his.
“Adam, thank you.”
…
******
City of Ronda at night, the sky is clear, the stars are shining and the moon is enchanting …
But Dulcina Calvo is far from charming.
He rested his chin and looked up at the starry sky, only to feel that the night was pale and his heart was more sorrowful …
Papa Dulcina and Mother Dulcina hovered hesitantly at the door, whispering.
“Why do you think Dulcina’s soul is on edge this time?”
“Isn’t the work getting done?”
“Dulcina is too smart to be bad at her job, could it be an emotional problem? Has she had a fight with Lazaro?”
Papa DulcinaMadre Dulcina didn’t understand it well either. Mother Dulcina suddenly remembered that Lázaro Morejón had called her house earlier and that she had copied the number at that time.
“I’ll get the phone number.”
Papa Dulcina, puzzled, pulled her back, “What number are you looking for?”
“Lazarus’ number! I want to know if he’s stalking my daughter! Come on, come with me! I may not be able to find him alone!”
Mother Dulcina pulled Papa Dulcina to find the number.
After a long search, they finally found a handwritten phone number in a drawer of the television cabinet in their own bedroom.
“This is it!”
Mother Dulcina called the phone and it rang for a long time before someone answered.
“Hello?”
“Hello, is this Lazaro? This is Dulcina’s mother.
Lázaro Morejón, who received the call there, was a bit stunned; he did not expect Tía Calvo to call him out of the blue after he and Dulcina had been broken up for so long.
“Aunt Calvo, what can I do for you?”
Mother Dulcina looked at Papa Dulcina and said, “Lazarus, it’s true, Dulcina has been home the last few days, but I see she’s been sulking, locked in her room alone, in a bad mood, and Tia wants to ask you if you’ve been fighting. ”
Lázaro Morejón frowned, a fight? Hadn’t Dulcina Calvo told her parents that they had broken up?
“Aunt Calvo, Dulcina and I broke up a long time ago.”
“What?”
Mother Dulcina hung up the phone and sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Papa Dulcina: “It’s true, Lázaro Morejón says they broke up! That girl, how come she didn’t tell us about such a big affair and when it happened …”
Mother Dulcina got up to go into the next room to ask Dulcina, but Papa Dulcina stopped her, “Calm down, are you going to ask her about this now, she’s upset, you’re not going to add fuel to the fire by asking her?”
Mother Dulcina was guilty of muttering, “This Lazaro Morejon, he’s so unreliable! The last time he was a guest in the house, he seemed pretty reliable to me!”.
“Hey, people can’t look like people. Besides, our girl is more innocent, so she must be more or less at a disadvantage when it comes to relationships.”
Mother Dulcina reproached him: “It’s your fault. I told you to let her go home and find a job. It’s your fault for letting her see more of the world in the city, and look, now she’s been dumped!”.
“… Wife, you can’t say that, you’re too arbitrary. Girls, there’s nothing wrong with seeing more of the world.”
“Don’t worry about the girl’s affairs from now on, I’ll take care of it.”
“You…”
…
Dulcina Calvo was about to fall asleep when her cell phone rang and it was actually Lázaro Morejón calling.
She frowned, what was Lazaro Morejon doing calling her so late at night?
But he picked it up anyway, “Hello.”
“Dulcina, are you still upset?”
Dulcina Calvo was confused: “What?”.
“It’s my fault for breaking up with you, I know you still love me, are you in The Holy City now? Let’s meet up now, I know you must be missing me right now.”
“… Lazaro Morejon, are you sick?”
Dulcina Calvo immediately cut the phone off.
Why didn’t I realize before that Lazaro Morejon was so self-absorbed! He’s a psychopath!
Dulcina Calvo threw her phone aside, pulled the covers over her head and closed her eyes, but she couldn’t sleep.
The phone lights up again, a text message, again from Lazaro Morejon.
The content is…
“Think of me directly, I won’t laugh at you. In fact, to this day, I still think of you from time to time and miss our time together. You always brought me breakfast.”
Dulcina Calvo was on the verge of spitting blood, and she said a few words back, “Fuck you.”
I was so upset and Lazaro Morejon had interfered that I wanted to hit someone in the middle of the night!