Chapter 35

Hours go by and I see Kahin out of control, he's drinking like crazy, he's not like that, or at least I hadn't seen him in that exaggerated way, he's not caring about anything and his possessiveness is showing up again, that confuses me more.

“I will go to the toilets,” I get up after how bad it makes me feel when yelling at myself that I was with another man when I should be with him.

“Are you okay?" Asks my best friend entering the bathroom after me.

"That guy is really hurt," says Fatima, also arriving at the toilets.

“Normal girl, it hurts to see the love of his life with another,” says Lucy, “he is just letting go, it would hurt anyone to see the person he loves to be happy with another,” I can't listen to them, the conflict I have in inside is enough for me.

“But if Kahin let her go, what is he complaining about now?” Carla intervenes, “in addition, today he told her that he only wants his son ...”

“Yes,” Lucy interrupts her, “he could tell her that, but Dulce must know him and must know that it was the pain that spoke for him,” I look in the mirror and try to understand what is happening and what I should do.

“Well if it's true, what I don't understand is how she could have such a fast relationship with that Italian,” my friend wonders, “I say he's a handsome, a sexy man and he's a gentleman ... but how can you leave a dark-haired man like Kahin Hamann?” Fatima laughs at what those two say, I look at them three, Carla and giggles look at my crazy friend with a frown.

“What the hell are you talking about?” She asks in sea of laughter, “do you think Francesco and Olethea are a couple?” She doesn't stop laughing heartily, she's making fun of them, “I've known her for only 10 months and I can say that a woman like her doesn't do that kind of stupid thing, I say if I thought about it, I know it would happen. But you?” She looks at Carla, “you've known her forever, and still do you think she's capable of doing something like that? Do you think that to forget or raise her child she needs a man?” Carla's face says it all, she knows that she has been wrong all this time and she only judged me, “they are just good friends, unconditional and very close, their relationship can be confusing, yes, but when asked, everything becomes clear,” Fatima leaves there, dying with laughter, Carla and giggles look at me, but before they say something I start crying, perhaps I showed that their accusations did not hurt me, but the truth is that they did and in a horrible way.

“It hurts that you,” I look at Carla, “and our mothers have thought that of me, but it hurts me more that your brother believed it,” I look at Lucy, “I never forgot, I would never have looked for another father for my son, I understand that he could get carried away a bit and that his reasons are just, but he won't let me explain, he won't let me talk to him and what hurts me the most is that I have seen my mistake and he doesn't know his own, I know that he did it for my happiness, but it hurt. He left me alone,” the two women hug me.

“Quiet skinny, I'm sorry to be so deluded and not stop to think things, after all you are the most observant and the most sensible,” sniffing, I separate from them and look at Lucy.

"I never wanted to harm your brother, I never wanted to keep my son a secret. But how can I tell him if he had made everything clear to me and I didn't know why?" She wipes my tears.

“Quiet Sweet, now that you have told us things, I understand everything and I do not judge you, I admire you, you have endured every point and every reproach for something you were not to blame for, my brother is a beast that you know, but that beast loves you, you just have to talk to him and make it clear that Francesco is just a good friend who takes care of you and is everything.”

I smile, wiping my tears, “your brother is a bitter one who does not listen to reasons, now he is the stubborn one,” after crying and venting with both of them, I try to laugh when I see some girls enter, I turn so that they do not see my red eyes.

“Did you see the men at that table? How lucky that aunt, to be with three men as good as those,” I look at my friends and then see the new arrivals, the two women are retouching their makeup.

“With a bit of luck we can approach them, I want the blonde, although the two brunettes are to suck like fingers, but I like blondes better.” Carla look at them with suspicion and it is not for less, they are describing our men.

“Well, I don't get mad for staying with the two tall brown muscles and surely delicious,” they laugh, now there is no doubt they talk about the boys, Carla takes a step forward and I immediately pull her out of there or Lord help on us what she will do.

“Quiet crazy, you know that your Zazo is alone for you,” I try to calm her down.

"That happens because you takes so long in the toilets," Lucy laughs.

“I needed it, I needed to vent, thank you for listening to my crying girls,” each one hugs my arms and smiling we go to the living room, but the joy does not last long, next to my man, my dark-haired, my bitter Moon is the fox of the pediatrician who treated my son, now it is me who is being detained so as not to go down the neck of that slippery slope.

"Calm down, don't stoop to what I almost did," Carla says to me.

"How can he do this to me?" I ask like an idiot, my gaze not leaving the table.

“Remember that he thinks you have a relationship with your sun,” Lucy reminds me, I nod, gulping, I start to walk to sit in my position.

“I present to you the woman who took care of my son in the hospital,” smiling, I look at her once Kahin introduces her.

“I was the one who took care of your son, she simply did her job, you say something stupid like that again and you will not like what will continue,” I look at my friends, “she is the pediatrician who took advantage of my son to approach the idiot of his father,” my voice is sweet, but I can't handle the jealousy.

“It's not true, I enjoyed taking care of his son,” the woman defends herself, I smile and nod.

“Just as you enjoy attending to him,” I keep quiet, I don't have to fight anything, Kahin is nothing more than the father of my son.

“Don't listen to her, Nayelis,” Kahin caresses her cheek and my blood starts to boil from the fury I feel, my sun embraces me and kisses my head.

“Fuck,” Fatima laughs like the unbalanced that she is, “this will get very ugly,” she looks at the doctor, “you do have balls,” the woman looks at him scandalized but says nothing.

Without wanting to see more of Kahin and his companion, I decide to have fun, it will not be my life that gets screwed up. Laughing, mocking and singing, I forget all the mess that my life is made of and all the pain of seeing Kahin drunk and paying attention to another, everything was fine until that woman kisses Kahin's lips and says what I never expected to hear.

"Will we go out with the baby tomorrow?" That goes to my head and looking at Kahin, wanting to kill him, I smile.

“You are not going to take my son out and less if it is to go out with this woman,” he looks at me seriously, he knows that he cannot play with me when it comes to my son, “you can be very drunk, but if it is to beat you up to get sober and make you understand, that’s what I'm going to do. Don't bring my son into your wanderings,” we look into each other's eyes until that woman speaks, ending the little patience I have.

“He is also his son. Apart from hiding it, do you want to deny him his father?”