Chapter 6

Seeing that smile that I had not seen in months moves me, with eyes full of tears, I throw myself into his arms, I missed him, seeing him now shows me how much I missed him, "I can't believe you're here," I separate from him and wipe my tears. "You're here," I whisper, biting my lip to stop myself from crying.

"Yes precious," he smiles, "I had a hard time finding you but here you are," Randon Black is standing in front of me, just like before, he hasn't changed at all.

"But how have you done it?" My friend looks around us. "We should talk, I have something to tell you," he says with a serious expression, for some reason my heart races more than it should and that feeling becomes more intense.

"What's wrong Randon? Don't give me these scares ..."

"Marilí, we have to talk, but not here, come and take me to a place where we can be alone." He takes me by the hand.

"Olethea?" Fatima calls me, "where are you going?" She asks with a frown, looking at Randon suspiciously.

"It's just that I ..."

"Who is your friend?" Roderick asks, interrupting me as he reaches us.

"Yes, who is he?" Mica joins.

"Something to tell?" Steve approaches. "Everything okay?" He asks and looks at me expectantly, confused by Randon's appearance.

I look at them, "he's not who you think, if he's dark-haired and with dark eyes, then... but he's not," I calm them down and shoot a look at Randon who looks at all of them as if they were beings from another planet. He don't understand, they are speaking Italian and they do it very quickly. "He is Randon Black, the boy I talk to you so much about," I look at my friend and this time I switch to Spanish, "bad boy they are my friends, Fatima, Micaela, Steve and Roderick, they are friends from college," they greet each other with a certain discomfort.

"We were thinking of going to have a drink. Will you join us?" Steve asks, looking at us in turn, I look at my friend's seriouse expression and shake my head, I must listen to him so that this feeling that has become more powerful leaves me alone.

"I'm sorry guys, I'm unmarked, I'll see you at home tomorrow, okay?" My friends look at each other and then nod. "I trust you with my drawing, treat it well." Roderick takes it. As I say goodbye to my friends, I look at Randon, "come on, I know where to go." We leave the museum.

Sitting at a table face to face and our drinks in front of us, we look at each other as if centuries have passed, I do not want to lose control of the situation nor do I want to attack him with questions to tell me how the hell he found me, so I control my nerves.

"You're different," he keeps looking at me in detail. "Did you have surgery on your breasts?" He raises an eyebrow and cocks his smile.

"Don't be silly, Randon," I protest to his behavior.

"Have you been doing exercises?" He widens his eyes, "what? You can't blame me for my curiosity, it's been almost 10 months and you're very...very...different, you look as angelic as always, but now you look different."

Biting my lip inside, I look away for a moment, I can't tell him that I have a son, "stop lusting and tell me how you found me."

My friend settles into his post, "easy, your Sugar Daddy gave me the address."

I look at him incredulously, how is that? "Has he sent you here?"I ask annoyed, it's a shit of him if he has done something like this, "Randon answer me," I look at him seriously. "Has Kahin sent you to look for me?" My friend doesn't look away, he stays impassive, it's incredible that he sent someone else after what he did.

"No, but he lent me his jet and gave me the address," he leans his elbows on the table. How is it possible that he knew all the time where he was? "Marilí, you must return, they need you in Panama."

My heart fails a beat, "is Kahin okay?" Is the first question that comes to mind and I blurted it out like the fool I am, I curse over and over again mentally.

"Yes, he's fine," my friend agrees, "but your mother...she..."

I frown, "she what? Today I spoke with Carla and she told me that mom is fine. Stop fucking! Why did you come? Talk about a damn time," I scream at him, already out of control.

"Quiet Marilí, don't be like that," he speaks firmly to me, "your mother is not well, no one has told you at her request. I know what happened between you two and I know that if you are not with her right now you will not..you will never forgive..." a gasp comes out of my mouth and my heart stops, my body becomes so light that I feel like floating through the air.

"What's wrong with my mother?" I ask in a whisper and fearful of the answer.

"Since you left Panama, she has decayed in a horrible way, your mother is self-destructing, Lourdes and Carla have had to run with her more than twice for trying to kill herself."

Horrified to hear that, I cover my mouth with my hands, that is the damn feeling I have been having, "I was taking care of her," Randon continues, "she says she already raised you up and you can defend yourself. She does not want to live, she says that she hurt the most beautiful thing she had in life and that she will never forgive herself for having killed one innocent creature," my tears run down my cheeks until they fall and get lost in my blouse, "she needs you, you must forgive her and prevent her from doing something crazy," my friend gets up and comes to my side and embraces me. How is it possible that my mother tries to do something like that? Looking at my friend, I sob.

"I don't want to go Randon, not yet, I'm not ready to see her again," my friend nods.