Estrella Berrocal hugged the sheets over her head and said in a jocular voice, “Honey … I want brown sugar water.”
Soon after, when Estrella Berrocal lifted the sheets, Adán Rouco had disappeared.
A few minutes later, Adán Rouco had come upstairs with a glass of brown sugar water and a box of stomach pills in his hand.
The man lifted her in his arms and leaned against her, his long fingers ripped off the pill tin and handed her the stomach medicine, which Estrella Berrocal took and drank with the brown sugar water.
After drinking a cup of hot water with brown sugar and the stomach medicine, I soon felt much better.
Estrella Berrocal felt cold and snuggled into Adán Rouco’s arms.
Adam Rouco’s large hand sought her lower back, rubbing it gently and asking in a low voice, “Are you having your period?”
“How do you know?”
“The day of your period, I remember.”
Estrella Berrocal looked at the handsome face above her head and smiled, “Adam, you are very kind.”
“Don’t think you can save yourself from writing that two-thousand-word review by patting yourself on the back like that.”
Estrella Berrocal’s little face instantly fell, “… huh? Do you really have to write?”
“You will never know the error of your ways until you learn the lesson.”
Estrella Berrocal became jealous: “So why does Paulita only have to write fifty words when she is caught eating KFC and two thousand when I am caught eating caldero, Adán Rouco, it is evident that you are biased? All that stuff you say about how you were going to spoil me more in this life seems to be a lie.”
“Did Paulita eat KFC until her stomach hurt like you?”
Estrella Berrocal: “…”
“Besides, how many words can Paulita write? Fifty words is a lot for her.”
Estrella Berrocal: “…”
Well, he was wrong.
In the second half of the night, Estrella Berrocal was falling asleep when Adán Rouco put his arm around her and kissed her, speaking in a low, husky voice: “If the pain is severe, tell me and let’s go to the hospital”.
Estrella Berrocal murmured: “It doesn’t hurt anymore …. Go to sleep.”
Adán Rouco held out his hand and hugged her a little tighter.
…
Dulcina Calvo was sleeping until midnight when there was a knock at the door.
Dulcina Calvo, who had also eaten a little in the night and hadn’t slept much, stumbled to her feet and headed for the door.
“Who is it, so late?”
But Dulcina Calvo was immediately sobered and on guard when she thought of the last time she was kidnapped by a shadowy figure for picking up a delivery.
I was about to look through the cat’s eye when, on the other side of the door, a familiar, magnetic male voice rang out.
“It’s me.”
Dulcina Calvo froze for three seconds, her head blank, before opening the door with a hurried movement.
As soon as the door opened, he saw Esteban Zaragosa standing in front of the door in a dusty state.
Dulcina Calvo’s eyes filled with tears as she looked at herself.
He returned to her safe and sound.
They have not had any contact in the last half decade or so.
Some people meet in an airplane, others in a time machine, but others only meet in dreams.
Dulcina Calvo threw herself into his arms and wrapped her arms around him tightly.
Esteban Zaragosa did not speak either, and what would have been more useful than words now was to reach out and take his girl firmly between his arms.
Esteban Zaragosa picked up Dulcina Calvo like a baby kangaroo and carried her to the back of the house, closing the door with his foot.
Dulcina Calvo threw her arms around his neck, her teary eyes misting, “Is it really you? Or am I delirious?”
The girl reached out and gave Esteban Zaragosa’s handsome face a firm squeeze.
Esteban Zaragosa’s dark eyes looked straight at her and spat out two faint words, “It hurts.”
Dulcina Calvo, seeing her face all red from her pinching, touched it eagerly and then, still in disbelief, pinched her own face violently.
“Hiss … it hurts!”
Esteban Zaragosa let out a low laugh, “It’s me, you weren’t dreaming. Girl, I’m back.
Dulcina Calvo finally couldn’t help herself and leaned over his shoulder, choking back a sob, “Esteban Zaragosa…. I miss you so much… do you know how much I’ve missed you these past half months? ”
“I know. As much as you miss me, I miss you.”
Dulcina Calvo cupped her handsome face between her two little hands and finally smiled brightly.
The two warmed up for a long time by the couch.
Dulcina Calvo, realizing it was almost two o’clock in the morning, asked curiously, “Where did you come back from?”
“Israel.
“… It’s far away, you must be hungry, I’m going to fix you a midnight snack!”
Esteban Zaragosa did not stop her, he was indeed hungry and tired.
Aware of Esteban Zaragosa’s weak stomach and how long it takes to cook these days, Dulcina Calvo cooked a dish of egg pasta, cooked just right with little oil and salt, very digestible and pleasant for the stomach.
Esteban Zaragosa sat down next to him and finished his plate of spaghetti with vegetables and eggs, all of it.
Dulcina Calvo looked at his tired features and grieved, “You must be tired, I’ll put you in the tub, take a nice bath and sleep well.”
Dulcina Calvo was about to get up, but Esteban Zaragosa pulled her back and the girl fell into his lap.
Esteban Zaragosa’s voice was low: “The bath can be tomorrow, now I just want to hug you and sleep well”.
Dulcina Calvo is slightly dazed.
“You don’t like me?”
Dulcina Calvo shook her head hastily, “Of course I don’t mind.”
Esteban Zaragosa carried her in his arms and headed straight to the bedroom.
Only when he lay down on Dulcina Calvo’s soft cot did Esteban Zaragosa lower his guard and loosen his nerves.
Thinking that it would take at least some time to fall asleep, Dulcina Calvo asked: “By the way, Esteban Zaragosa, there’s something I want to ask you…. Is that Lázaro Morejón’s fiancée, ah, your cousin?”.
However, to his ears came the sound of even and prolonged breathing.
Dulcina Calvo glanced sideways at the man next to her, who had closed his eyes and was asleep, apparently in a deep sleep.
Dulcina Calvo reached out her small hand and gently stroked his forehead, the bridge of his nose, his lips …
Thoughts, at this moment, were like a flood from the floodgates, and could no longer be collected.
It’s not that I never fell in love, but the emotions were not as strong as they are now.
Perhaps relationships that have experienced life and death are not really the same.
Dulcina Calvo circled the man’s neck, leaned close to his arms and stole a kiss on his thin lips, then slipped away like a kitten that has stolen something, leaned into the crook of his neck and quietly closed her eyes.
…
By noon the following day.
Dulcina Calvo slept too late last night and did not wake up the next morning.
She slept sleepily and woke up as usual, but when she got up and sat up in bed for a long time, she felt something was wrong.
He turned his head toward a man’s watch on the bedside table.
By the way, Esteban Zaragosa returned last night!
But Dulcina Calvo still felt unreal, and immediately got out of bed and went to look for someone in the house.
Finally, the man was seen in the kitchen, wearing a clean white shirt and khaki pants, standing at the stove, preparing lunch.
This is the first time Dulcina Calvo has seen a homely Esteban Zaragosa.
She walked over and hugged the man from behind and poked a little head out to look at him, “I thought you disappeared again.”
“I don’t know how to disappear instantly as I don’t know how to vanish.”
“You’re not an inmate, but you’re a man who can suddenly be picked up by a helicopter. So I have to keep an eye on you.”