“Honey, I’m downstairs, come on down.” .
When Claudio Belles received this text message, he packed his suitcase in a jiffy and rushed down to the office.
As soon as she left the office, she saw the man standing by her car, patiently waiting for her.
Claudio Belles came running up to him and said with a smile: “You don’t have to wait outside for me, next time you can wait for me in the car, it’s hot and you need to be outside”.
Montrelle Herran put her arm around Claudio Belles’ waist and kissed his forehead, unable to resist his desire to love.
Claudio Belles blushed and said shyly, “It’s in front of the office, get in the car.”
Montrelle Herran, who knew she was a delicate woman, opened the door for her and put his arm around her to help her into the passenger side of the car.
Claudio Belles looked at the man’s erect figure and was stunned for a moment.
Sometimes it seemed to him that Montrelle Herran was like the Prince Charming of the TV series, kind, gentlemanly and loving.
How could such a wonderful man marry her? To this day, Claudio Belles feels fortunate to have married Montrelle Herran.
So, such a good husband, you must hide.
“Montrelle, can you stop picking me up from the office in the future?”
Montrelle Herran was a little startled and, instead of starting the car immediately, he looked at her, “What’s wrong?”
Claudio Belles didn’t want to tell her the truth, so he lied: “I was worried you were tired. Besides, gas is expensive and it’s easier and cheaper for me to take the subway, and there’s no traffic.”
Montrelle Herran took Claudio Belles by the shoulders and kissed the tip of his nose again, saying in a muffled voice, “I’m more worried about you being tired than the cost of gasoline.”
Ah … what to do, his heart, again, began to beat violently and wildly.
Montrelle Herran always had a way of tempting her like an eighteen-year-old girl about to taste love for the first time.
“Get driving, we have to pick up Angelo.”
…
When they arrived at the entrance to the nursery, Montrelle Herran and the others had just arrived, as had Adán Rouco and Estrella Berrocal.
The two families greeted each other, picked up the children and went their separate ways.
When they parted, Angelo Herrán still looked at Paulita with nostalgia and said: “Paula Rouco, go home and take a good look at Conan the famous detective, you haven’t quite made it.
Paulita growled softly, “You didn’t get it, I got it all! I know who the murderer is.”
Angelo Herrán could not cope with her and said helplessly: “Okay, okay, okay, you’re right about everything”.
Paulita got into the car and leaned against Estrella Berrocal and said, “Estrella, today Ángelo Herrán asked me if I liked him and seemed annoyed when I told him I didn’t like him.”
Estrella Berrocal couldn’t help but chuckle slightly and reached up to scratch the tip of the little boy’s nose. “Our Paulita has broken some kid’s heart.”
“But why should Angelo Herrán be sad, I only like dad, Estrella, grandpa, it’s not that I’m lying”.
“Paulita, what you like about mom, dad and grandpa is not the same as what Angelo Herrán says he likes.”
Paulita was too young to understand, and Estrella Berrocal told her: “You’ll understand later, when you’re older”.
Adán Rouco looked in the rearview mirror at mother and daughter and said, “Paulita, we’re not going home for a while, first we’re going to go to maternal yoga with Estrella.”
“Do I have to practice with you guys too?”.
Estrella Berrocal smiled and said, “You can practice or not, you can sit and watch.”
When they arrived at the pregnancy yoga studio, many people looked at the family with envy.
“Estrella, how lucky you are to be pregnant with your second child and to have your husband and daughter practicing yoga with you!”.
“Yes, if it were me, I’d be happy having three more children!”.
Estrella Berrocal’s lips curved slightly, her face full of happiness.
…
Here, Montrelle Herran and Claudio Belles picked up their son and arrived home.
It was early summer and in the Holy City it was quite hot. They lived on a sixth floor in an old neighborhood, and the setting sun was particularly strong, so the house had a bit of an air bed that could not be dispersed.
Angelo Herran was waving his little hand and fanning the air, Montrelle Herran was working on his play and Claudio Belles had pulled the stand fan out of the corner, dusted it off a bit and plugged it in, but the fan wouldn’t turn.
“Honey, it looks like the electric fan is broken.”
Montrelle Herran stopped what he was doing and walked over, fiddled with it a couple of times and removed the starter motor from the back of the fan.
Claudio Belles watched as he gave it a couple of random touch-ups with his tools, put it back in, and the fan spun again.
“Honey, you’re so smart.”
Claudius Belles looked at him admiringly and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “I’m going to make dinner.”
Angelo Herran covered his eyes with both hands, “Mom and Dad, have you considered that there is a minor sitting here?”
Montrelle Herran growled softly, “Just you, a child.”
“Well, how can I not be a child. By the way, Dad, Paula Rouco told me today that Uncle Adam will pay for my education if I want, what do you think, so I won’t have to work so hard to earn money for my studies?”
Montrelle Herran was a bit confused that his son, Montrelle Herran, had been reduced to asking someone to pay for his education.
When Claudio Belles heard this, his first reaction was to refuse: “That’s not right, even if President Rouco is rich, it’s still his hard-earned money, besides, we are not poor, we both have stable and good jobs.”
Montrelle Herran smacked Angelo Herran upside the head, “Don’t even think about that, I don’t want you to change schools.”
Angelo Herran took it for granted, “Dad, really?”.
“Nonsense, you’re a little boy, can’t I afford to feed you?”.
Angelo Herrán spun in a circle of happiness, yes, he and Paula Rouco could go back to school together!
…
After the family had dinner, Angelo Herrán went to watch cartoons.
Montrelle Herran was at the computer working on her work when Claudio Belles cut her a piece of fruit. “Honey, eat some fruit before you work.”
“You feed me.”
Claudius Belles’ ears blushed, “Damn, don’t you have hands?”.
“I’m working, where are my hands.”
Montrelle Herran’s hands, in fact, did not leave the keyboard.
Claudio Belles pricks a piece of melon with his fork and brings it to Montrelle Herran’s mouth, who opens it and eats it.
Montrelle Herran’s cell phone, which is next to his computer, suddenly rings and he receives a WhatsApp message.
Claudio Belles sees it and alerts: “Honey, there’s someone on WhatsApp for you”.
Montrelle Herran picked up his phone, opened WhatsApp and when he did, he saw a message from a person with the nickname “Duende”.
“Mr. Montrelle, I am especially free tonight, why don’t you and I have dinner tonight?”
Montrelle Herran: …
Claudius Belles immediately became angry: “Honey, who is this elf?”.
Is Montrelle Herran having an affair? A relationship?
Montrelle Herran was slightly stunned and hastened to explain, “I think she’s a colleague from the company, but I didn’t notice the elf, her nickname is simply duende.”
“But the elf asked you to join her for dinner tonight, why would she invite you to dinner if the relationship is not usually good?”.
And calling her so intimately, calling her Mr. Montrelle.
Claudio Belles bit his lip and bit his tongue a little.