Dulcina Calvo took advantage of Esteban Zaragosa’s visit to the shower to rummage through the old cell phone she used in high school.
After half-opening it, Dulcina Calvo rummaged through the drawer again and charged the charger.
Dulcina Calvo peeked into the bathroom as she waited for the phone to turn on, but probably because it hadn’t been used in too many years, it took a while to charge and she had trouble turning it on.
As soon as she opened the phone, it buzzed twice and an unread message popped up.
Dulcina Calvo a little open –
“Dulcina, we go to the same university.”
…
Dulcina Calvo clipped the card from her phone and said to Mother Dulcina, “Mom, are there any old phone collectors, do you sell this one?”
“Who takes these old phones these days, leave them there.”
Dulcina Calvo turned the phone back off and tossed it back into its original drawer, sealing it forever.
…
When Esteban Zaragosa emerged from the shower, Dulcina Calvo was already wrapped in a blanket and asleep.
Esteban Zaragosa, freshly showered and covered in warmth, hugged her, “Didn’t you take a shower today?”.
Dulcina Calvo muttered, “It’s cold, I’ll get dirty for a few more days.”
Esteban Zaragosa didn’t force her to take a bath, the heating was inadequate and the hot water wasn’t big enough, so it would be bad if she got cold and pregnant.
“It’s okay, we’ll wash it off when we come back in a few days.”
Dulcina Calvo turned her back to him and snuggled into his warm chest, her little face resting on his arm, closed her eyes and said, “Esteban Zaragosa, it must have been God’s wish for us to meet.”
“Why are you suddenly talking about this?”
“Look, I’ve met a lot of people and you’re the only one who has become my husband, isn’t it fate?”
Dulcina Calvo is not quite sure, if she heard from Federico Lagos, contacted him and even went to the same university as him, who is she with now?
Esteban Zaragosa kissed her softly and spoke in a low voice, “Surely we will meet and surely you will be mine.”
Dulcina Calvo turned her head to look at him, “How can you be so sure, how do you know no one is after me?”
“Who, Federico Lagos?”
“…”
Esteban Zaragosa put his arms around her and his dark eyes looked at her warmly, “No more helping other men, except me.”
Dulcina Calvo didn’t answer for a moment, “What do you mean?”
“It’s easy to leave love everywhere like that; it’s enough to leave it to me.”
Dulcina Calvo: “…”
She saved him at the beginning and made this relationship and marriage between them possible.
Federico Lagos liked her, not that Esteban Zaragosa didn’t see it, and it started because Dulcina Calvo helped him when people were vulnerable.
Esteban Zaragosa has always known that he has no shortage of charms for the little thing in his arms.
But the good thing is that Dulcina Calvo is, in some things, quite confused and doesn’t like to think too much.
If you follow him, then you follow him.
“Esteban Zaragosa, I am so glad that it is you who lies with me now, that the father of my child is you.”
The man reached up and rubbed Dulcina Calvo’s little head.
–In fact, he was more grateful than Dulcina Calvo.
Perhaps without Dulcina Calvo, he would have remained a bachelor for the rest of his life.
“Dulcina Calvo, thank you for loving me.”
…
The Holy City, Villas of Blue County.
Jonathan Tasis returned home angry after a fight with Berto Tasis from the former home of The Tasis Family.
Exaltation, the maid, has also returned home for New Year’s Eve and Eleanora Lozada has left, leaving him all alone in this grand villa.
Jonathan Tasis sat down on the stairs, flipped through his phone and got on the blog.
Not that he didn’t send someone to ask about Eleanora Lozada after she left; he knew she had gone to the mountains and taught at an elementary school in Mountain City.
Eleanora Lozada has a blog account, Mountain City, and although the signal is poor, Eleanora Lozada promptly posts three blog entries, all of them documenting her time in Mountain City and school life, and more, about the children.
There are also many photos of her on the blog, and looking at the photos she is in very good shape, better than his.
Jonathan Tasis holds up his phone and flips through Eleanora Lozada’s blog.
Eleanora Lozada’s blog is the only way Jonathan Tasis finds out about her current life.
Eleanora Lozada blogs on Wednesdays, Fridays and weekends, from 8pm to 10pm. Tonight is the weekend and it’s New Year’s Eve, so it will be a new year after 12pm, so Eleanora Lozada will definitely be blogging later.
Jonathan Tasis stopped by for a while and came across the latest blog post submitted by Eleanora Lozada -.
“February 18, New Year’s Eve, alone in the Mountain City, but I wasn’t lonely at all and was content to have him with me.”
Accompanied by a photograph of a woman’s slender hand holding a blossoming fireworks wand.
Jonathan Tasis’ brow furrowed deeply as he looked at this blog, not wanting to miss a single word.
Who is this “he” Eleanora Lozada is talking about, and who took this picture of her, was she in love?
Jonathan Tasis thought he wouldn’t care, but deep down it hurt.
He turned off his phone, loaded up the black coat he’d taken off and headed upstairs.
It was a night of lying in bed, sleepless.
When –
The old European clock on the first floor chimed as it struck 00:00.
Jonathan Tasis reached unconsciously for his phone on the side and opened Eleanora Lozada’s blog again.
Right at 00:00 Eleanora Lozada posted another -.
“Happy New Year.”
She looked at the four words and unconsciously wanted to comment, so she ghosted over, registered a soy bead and commented, “You too, Happy New Year.”