Chapter 53

"Wow how touching," Kahin's voice reaches my ears, I separate myself a little from my sun while still hugging him and I look where the voice comes from, my brunette is with my brown in his arms.

"Beast please," Lucelia asks him, apparently he understands and doesn't say more.

"You must fix things with him," my sunshine whispers in my ear.

"You can't fix something when you're not willing, and Kahin isn't."

My sun wipes my tears, “you are Marilí Cook, an ingenious and intelligent woman who always changes situations in her favor," he winks at me, Kahin didn’t even bothered why I was with him, he was totally indifferent and today he wasn’t upset. I smile and nod.

“I think it's time to leave, it's already 3:00 p.m. and Francesca can't be on the street anymore,” we all get together and everyone leaves in their car, Lucy will stay with Francesco and Fatima, as I came in my car, I won't go with Kahin, but that doesn't mean he didn't escort me too closely, I like that. When I got to the mansion I got out of the car to get my son out.

“Leave him to me,” I hear him behind me, I turn around and see him, smiling I turn away. My boy knows his father very well, “this is champion, come here,” he smiles at our son, I take the bag and follow him inside the house.

“I will prepare dinner, the two of you should not misbehave,” Kahin closes his eyes, “do not look at me like that, it's always the same, or you end up frustrated or our son crying, I won’t know when I speak and I can’t fight you,” I look amused, but I don't get the answer I wanted, Kahin doesn't smile at me but the other way around, he turns around and just walks away from me. Trying not to cry, I put the bag on the couch and head to the kitchen.

"Senorita has arrived," Susana smiles at me.

“Yes Susana, you can retire, today I will take care of everything, thanks for coming,” the woman smiles at me again and leaves what she was doing halfway at my request and leaves.

I look like a fool at the refrigerator, with the pregnancy I have been liking bananas a lot and there are none, wrinkling my face I close the door of the appliance to start cooking, I will prepare Kahin's favorite although it’s late. Stuck in the kitchen I forget about all my problems, I enjoy cooking and knowing that I will please my man. Tired and nauseous, I finish cooking 3 hours later. I go to Kahin's office I know he will be there with the baby, I open the door with great care, they are on their backs looking at the picture I painted of us.

"What do we do with your champion mother?" He asks our son, "she was going to just leave me like that. Can you believe how I felt?" My heart constricted in my chest when I heard him. "The woman I love would leave me without care, being the one responsible, I know I didn't help her, but how to help her? I had never dealt with that attitude in her,” he pauses and my son doesn't stop babbling, it's as if he was responding to his father, my brunette smiles, “okay, okay, you're right, I can't be weak, yet I'm angry with your mother and I don't think I can forgive her soon,” hearing that destroys me, I need his support right now and he's leaving me alone because of his anger. Trying to hold my tears, I knock on the door so that he thinks I just arrived.

"Dinner is ready, I'll wait for you in the kitchen, don't be late, brown" I stay a few seconds, but he doesn't turn to look at me, closing the door I go to the kitchen, I must be patient and not give up, not now. I serve the rice with chicken and white potato salad and I take it to the dining room, I'm surprised to see him already sitting down, “well here it is, it's your favorite and I did it just the way you like it,” I take my son from him and feed him, he attacks my breast in despair, he has not eaten for 3 hours, “do you like it?” I ask smiling as he is going down that tower that I have served him. He is hungry!

"I like everything that is food," he shrugs, his indifference hurts me more every day, I don't say anything and silently feed my son and myself. At the end of the silent dinner, Kahin takes the baby to his room and I clean everything.

“Well my beautiful boy, time to get ready for sleep,” I undress my brown, “fuck, you had to get the Hamann seal right?” My son smiles and since he's a scoundrel his penis relaxes, “just like your father,” I take him to the bathroom and just touching the water and, he started crying.

"Why does he always cry when you bathe him?" Kahin growls behind me, I look at him and he approaches, he looks angry. He puts his hand in the water and looks at me, “that water can be regulated more Marilí,” his mistreatment already have me emotionally drained.

“Kahin, the baby is 3 months old, because he is bathing with warm water, he cries, he must bathe with the water at its natural temperature, I cannot always be bathing him with warm water,” I try not to break my voice, this pregnancy is awful.

“Just bathe him quickly,” he leaves the bathroom and the tears slips from my eyes. When I finish, I wrap my son in his towel, I leave the bathroom and I don't see Kahin. I get my son ready, I feed him and I put him to sleep. Determined to talk to Kahin and force him to listen to me, I go to his office. Without knocking, I open the door and go inside, when I see what he is doing, I close it and run to our room, the urge to cry invades me.

“Marilí,” I hear him say a minute later, lying down and with my face buried in the pillow, I don't answer, I'm sick of him calling me by my name, I'm sick of his indifference, I'm sick of fighting and carrying everything on myself, “Sweet, I'm talking to you,” to hear that he calls me that and the tone of his voice makes me look at him, “I'm sorry,” he apologizes.

"You were masturbating Kahin, knowing that I'm here," I wipe my tears.

“I'm mad at you, you were going to leave me, and you didn't reconsider why I asked you if you'd leave me, you did it because the Italian asked you to. How can I act because of that? You are the only woman I have ever loved and I know that I am inexperienced in this, but if you have taught me something, it is that I cannot be stupid, I cannot allow you to take me as one.”

I get up and stand in front of him, “I'm sorry ... Kahin I was confused, I was not well,” I look into his sad eyes, “those dreams, those hor ...”

"Will you tell me what those damn dreams are?" He interrupts me, "you must trust me Marilí, you must open up to me, the two of us are supposed to help each other."