Dulcina Calvo headed straight to the gynecology service instead of returning to the office for dinner immediately after leaving the bathroom.
At this hour, the gynecologist should still be around, and she happens to know a doctor in the gynecology department, so she should be able to get a pregnancy test or something.
Dulcina Calvo took the pregnancy test from the gynecologist, who looked at her with a vague look and said, “Dr. Dulcina, good luck with your pregnancy.” The gynecologist looked at her with a vague look and said, “Dr. Dulcina, good luck with your pregnancy.”
Dulcina Calvo blushed a little, said thank you and immediately ran off to the bathroom with the pregnancy test.
Fifteen minutes later, Dulcina Calvo’s heart was pounding as she looked at the two red bars on the pregnancy test.
Is she really … pregnant?
The surprise came so quickly that Dulcina Calvo did not expect to become pregnant so soon.
The cell phone she carried in the pocket of her white coat suddenly rang and the caller ID, such as it was, was Esteban Zaragosa.
When she picked up, Esteban Zaragosa on the other end asked her, “Hi Dulcina, I made that sweet soup you like so much, shall I send it over for you to eat in a little while?”
Dulcina Calvo organized her words, wondering how to tell Esteban Zaragosa about her pregnancy, but wanting to give him a big surprise so she didn’t want to rush it over the phone.
“No, I’ll drink when you pick me up after my extra shift and I won’t have to work much tonight, I’ll be off around eight or so.”
“So, have you had dinner?”
Dulcina Calvo held up her phone and nodded her little head, “Ate, the pickled fish a colleague ordered.”
When it comes to fish, Dulcina Calvo gets nauseous again.
Esteban Zaragosa, on the other end of the phone, seemed to sense that something was wrong: “What’s wrong, are you uncomfortable?”.
“No, Esteban Zaragosa, I’ll stop talking to you for now, I’m eating.”
“Good, then eat well.”
Just as Esteban Zaragosa was about to hang up, Dulcina Calvo added, “By the way, I wanted to surprise you when I got home tonight.”
Esteban Zaragosa couldn’t help but be curious at this, raising his eyebrows slightly, playfully, “Dedication?”
“… I’m not that corny.”
After a couple of pleasantries, Dulcina Calvo hung up the phone.
Dulcina Calvo looked at the two red bars of the pregnancy test and the corners of her lips curved in disbelief, raising a smile of happiness on her little face.
She is pregnant again, with her child with Esteban Zaragosa.
…
Dulcina Calvo was almost off duty when she called Esteban Zaragosa.
Dulcina Calvo counted down the time, so she gathered her things and went downstairs with her suitcase, and Esteban Zaragosa had not yet arrived when she reached the hospital entrance.
There was a slight autumn chill in La Ciudad Santa and Dulcina Calvo bundled up warmly in her coat.
“Dulcina.”
Dulcina Calvo looked up for the sound of Lazaro Morejon stepping out of a silver Mercedes.
Dulcina Calvo was stunned, she didn’t expect to see Lazaro Morejon here, “What are you doing in the hospital?”.
“I’m sick.”
Dulcina Calvo emitted an indifferent “oh” and ignored him.
Lazaro Morejon was indignant at her cold attitude and the tall figure of the man took a step closer to her, “Why don’t you ask me what’s wrong with you.”
Dulcina Calvo thought to herself, “What else could he be, a psychopath?
What ex-boyfriend would come to block an ex-girlfriend who is already married?
But Dulcina Calvo, seeing that he was standing in her way and not letting her go, asked perfunctorily, “And what ails you?”
“Heart ailments.”
“… cough cough.” Dulcina Calvo almost choked, so it was really psychological!
But Dulcina Calvo also intended to say, “If you have a heart disease, you go to a psychiatrist, I am not a psychiatrist and it is useless for you to come to me.”
With that, Dulcina Calvo walked around Lazaro Morejon to get away from him, but Lazaro Morejon grabbed Dulcina Calvo’s wrist, “Dulcina, do you have to do this to me? You married Esteban Zaragosa and you have to do this to me?”
Dulcina Calvo’s face crumpled and she struggled, “You’re sick! I’ve had nothing to do with you for a long time! Why should I care about you! I don’t care about my husband, I don’t care about you.”
“I’m just sick! It’s an illness that doctors can’t cure, only you can!”
With that, Lazaro Morejon dragged Dulcina Calvo, like a bandit, toward the car.
“Lazaro Morejon! Let go of me! If you don’t let go I’ll call you!”
“Scream! Scream all you want!”
Lazaro Morejon opened the door, shoved Dulcina Calvo into the car, got in himself and left the car unlocked.
Dulcina Calvo pulled hard on the door and glared angrily at Lazaro Morejon: “Lazaro Morejon! Let me out! Or I’ll call the police!”
Dulcina Calvo pulled out her cell phone and tried to call Esteban Zaragosa, but Lazaro Morejon snatched it away from her and Dulcina Calvo’s teary eyes widened: “Lazaro Morejon!
Lazaro Morejon stared at Dulcina Calvo with reddened eyes and grabbed her wrist, “I tell you I’m crazy, I’m crazy to keep thinking about you! Is Esteban Zaragosa that good? He had you before you married him! Is he good?”
“…” Dulcina Calvo’s little face was suffused with anger and rage and some shame at her unspoken words.
“Lazaro Morejon! What nonsense you are talking! He is my husband, what I do with him is none of your business, you are an outsider!”
“An outsider? I’m your ex-boyfriend anyway, how come I can’t be in charge of your business?”
Dulcina Calvo’s worldview is shattered and she starts punching and kicking Lazaro Morejon, but Lazaro Morejon is a man, so how can Dulcina Calvo beat him?
Lazaro Morejon dragged Dulcina Calvo and pinned her against the windowpane: “You didn’t even try me, why did you marry Esteban Zaragosa? Dulcina… I thought I would always follow you, you said you would always like me, why did you lie to me? Why did you turn around and fall in love with Esteban Zaragosa, what’s so good about him? What’s so good about him?
Dulcina Calvo, fearing that Lazaro Morejon had gone too far, tried to reassure her, “Lazaro Morejon, don’t be impulsive, let go of me first, let’s talk!”
“Go ahead, why don’t you answer me, huh?”
Lazaro Morejon grabbed Dulcina Calvo’s chin and turned to him.
Dulcina Calvo said hurriedly, “Esteban Zaragosa is better than you at everything, you say I suddenly don’t like you anymore, but did you ever like me? Esteban Zaragosa loves me more than anyone else, he’s so good, why shouldn’t I fall in love with him? You’ve left me, you expect me to wash my face with tears for you every day!”.
Moreover, it was only after falling in love with Esteban Zaragosa that Dulcina Calvo realized that her earlier feelings for Lazaro Morejon were no more than that, that there was an element of affection in them, but that they could never be called love.
She had lived and died several times with Esteban Zaragosa, but between her and Lazaro Morejon, technically, she had not even had a serious relationship, it had always been an unrequited love, but that unrequited love was like a girl’s heart, so weak and thin that it would break at the slightest blow.
After being dumped by Lazaro Morejon, Dulcina Calvo became sad and wept, but she soon healed, for to her it was only an adolescent’s heartbreak.
Lighter than a feather compared to her relationship with Esteban Zaragosa.
Dulcina Calvo’s cell phone suddenly rang and Dulcina Calvo strained to lift her head to see that the caller ID was none other than Esteban Zaragosa.
“Esteban Zaragosa …”
Esteban Zaragosa must be around here somewhere, and she immediately raised her hand and punched the car window hard, yelling, “Esteban Zaragosa!”
Lazaro Morejon squeezed Dulcina Calvo into the passenger seat, started the car, stepped on the accelerator and the silver Mercedes started immediately.