Chapter 19

"For heaven's sake," the woman cries when she sees Kahin. "Where were you? I was calling you and you didn't answer me, if you were with your damn bitches you should just tell me that you were late, I hate when you do that to me.” I doubt that she noticed my presence, she is very angry and seeing Kahin so relaxed because of how she is gives me something of rage. Doesn’t he know the account of her state? "Do you think this is fair to me?" She pushes him and starts to cry, I take a step forward but Malcolm stops me, looking at him, he shakes his head and I understand, if I were that furious I would send the hell to anyone who get into my discussion with my husband.

"You must calm down, that hurts the baby." She throws herself into his arms and he hugs her and kisses her head with love. "You shouldn't worry about me; you know very well that I can take care of me."

She hiccups before saying, “you always gets into trouble, I must always worry about you,” moving away from him she sniffed, “you smell like a woman's perfume,” she looks at him with disgust, “you're a damn dog,” she tries to get away and he grabs her arm.

“It's not what you think,” he tries to explain but she moves away, “I found her in a not very pleasant situation and I couldn't stay without helping her.” She ignores him and when she sees me, she changes her expression of disgust to a sweet one.

"Hi," I greet her with a forced smile, I'm a cynic, how can I be here being the ex of her husband and the mother of his son?

“For the love of the highest,” she approaches me quickly, “I'm sorry you saw that, come on, please,” when she got to me, what I never imagined happens, the damn tummy growls at me with hunger and it did it in a noisy way. My tone goes up and more when I hear Malcolm's laugh and see Kahin's mocking look, I want the earth to swallow me and spit me out in Dubai.

"Malcolm, stop," I order in a low voice, "I didn't remember that I haven't eaten," I looked at the girl who smiles understandably. Doesn't she realize that her husband brought another woman to her house?

"Come on, I'll fix you something to eat and don't say no, let's go," she pulls me.

"I'll bring the bag up," Malcolm says, walking away in the opposite direction, when he passed Kahin's side , I open my eyes as wide as I can, it was a wrong to bring me here.

“Come on sit down, you must feed so that the baby does too,” paying attention to me, my son has been very calm despite all the movement, “can you tell me what exactly happened? Look, I can't trust those two,” she smiled. I don't look away, I feel like a damn for doing this.

“Let's say that I found part of my past and if I had not run with the luck that they arrived, I do not know what would become of I and my son,” I frown when I remember that look from Ian, I do what I have not done for a long time. For a while, I try to remember what happened that night.

“I appreciate that you are well,” she takes the vegetables from the tray, also a fish fillet and puts it in front of me, “if you want, I can take care of him while you eat.”

Smiling, I refuse, "easy, he doesn't like being if it's not with someone he knows, calm down, if you want you can go, I don't think I will take long."

She ignores me and sits down, "I'll stay here with you and I'm not going to let you go, it's too late and you can't be around with the baby, he's very young. How old is he?"

Looking at my son lovingly, I smiled at his black eyes, “today, he is 2 months old, I don't want him to grow up so fast.”

"No way!" she exclaims, “today December 15?"

I look at her strangely, “yes today."

She claps, "it’s my birthday," she laughs amusedly, "he has the same date as me," her emotion makes me feel worse.

"Well, how good, Happy birthday!" Without saying anything else I start to eat, I am not going to hide my hunger, breastfeeding makes me want to eat. The woman stays to accompany me through all the food, once I finish I get my baby ready to sleep but without wanting to leave him in a room alone, I carry him in my arms. Sitting on the sofa, I look at him, since we arrived Kahin and Malcolm disappeared without leaving a trace, I'm afraid they are conspiring against Ian and his friend.

"Are you Italian?" Asks the woman.

I look at her, “yes, but I grew up here in Panama, I came here when I was 3 years old and 10 months ago, I returned to Italy and that is where I live now, I suppose if you know Carla and her mother you also know my mother, Camilla, it was because of her that I returned.” She nods more seriously, nervous about how her sweet expression is changing, I shift uncomfortably in my seat, I want my baby to leave the breast and fall asleep to go to the room, but he seems not to be fill.

"Got it, so you know Kahin, don't you?" That question strains me and takes my breath away, but looking back to my son when he lets go of my breast and his face changes color, I panicked.

"Son, what's wrong?" I cover my chest and turn him to pat him on the back, fear invades me. "Son, breathe, please ," the girl stays by my side and screams hysterically, my son is not breathing, “Kahin son breathe,” I cry desperately and in fear that my son cannot breathe anymore, he vomit then and I found relief in it. Hearing the cry of my brown returns my soul to my body, “shit!” I shout at the edge of tears, watching my baby regain color relaxes me.

"Oh my gosh, I'm scared," the pale woman shouts. I turn to her and tell her that my son is fine and try to calm her down.

"What did you call him?" Hearing Kahin behind my back freezes me.

"What are you talking about?" I ask, turning almost defensively.

"What did you call the baby?"

I frown at the realization of my stupidity, “I was just afraid so I guess I just called for you.”

"Lucelia, take the child and leave us alone,” he orders.

I get up and hug my baby, “there's no need, I can be with my son."

He looks at me furiously, “Giggles, I said that you should take the baby and take him away from here.”

She tries to take my son and I avoid her, I look at her seriously, “don't mess with my son, I'll have my son, it's better that you don't get carried away by your husband and leave my son alone." She stiffened her face and looks at me indignantly, I know my tone was not the best, but I'm not going to let them do what they want with me.

"Lucelia take the child."

Looking at Kahin I let my anger out, “what part of 'I'm staying with my son' haven't you understood?” I shout, “I don't want your wife to ...”