Epilogue Part 2

Tired by the same thing as always, I settle into my seat, fortunately we did not scream, we have learned to speak although most of the time we end up screaming.

"Don't you realize the damage you're doing to our daughter? Kahin Nasya is more intelligent than our two children, she knows how to do perfectly everything that you think she is incapable of doing, the girl simply does not do things or show what she knows because she knows that everyone does what she wants, you cannot continue with this, I know very well how our daughter was born, and believe me that I love her with all my heart, but I am not willing to harm her in the same way that you are doing.”

Taking his eyes off the road, he looks at me, “are you suggesting that I don't know how to raise my children?"

Opening my eyes wide, I look at him in amazement, “I didn't say that, I just want you to understand that our children need to hear a 'no' from you, they need to try to do things on their own, they must learn that they have to strive and work to get things done and that ...”

"They don't need it!" He interrupts me, "I don't understand your determination that my children have to fight for things, being able to have them easily," he shouts looking at me.

"Kahin you must calm down and look at the road Kahin!" I yelled when he saw a car passing by, he quickly dodged it. Scared and breathing like crazy I look at him, “we can't always argue about the same thing, I want my children to be people who fight for what they want and not wait for them sitting down, I'm tired and exhausted from this Kahin ... We are a team, we can handle everything, and that's the way it is ... But then there is the issue of children and you simply do not accept criticism or bad opinions that I have about it, you must listen to me, they are also my children,” he don't tell me anything, he is furious as always that I refuse to let him indulge the children so much. Without wanting to continue any longer so as not to make things worse, I remain silent.

The journey is silent, I don't understand his eagerness to be upset by the truth and be angry on the day of our rehearsal dinner.

"I hope you are not late out of the house, our children also require your attention", arming myself with patience I look at him, he is angry because I decided to work and not stay home all the time with our children.

"I remind you that they always have my attention, that I know it has been you who has been absent these last weeks" I look down for a few seconds and then look at him again, I don't want to ruin the day anymore and therefore I don't ask what I really want to ask him if he's being unfaithful to me would be silly, I know he wouldn't do that, “I just want you to be in a better mood for dinner,” I can't stop looking at him, “when will the day be that we stop arguing about everything?”

A small smile is drawn at the corner of his lips, “we are not arguing, we are simply changing opinions and giving our point of view, but it is seen that we are always that intense."

That makes me laugh, “don't be funny, you know I'm serious, there's no joke in this, darling ... One moment we're fine and the next we're showing our fangs, we have to calm down. I don't want to go back to what we were in a while. Do you remember? That was horrible about our relationship and these weeks we are very intense and I am horrified to know that we return to that bad memory.”

He caress my cheeks, "I know and I'm sorry, I was the one who got upset," he huffs, "it's just that I'm very stressed."

I narrow my eyes, “does that have to do with your absence and your lousy mood these last weeks?"

"Maybe ..."

Crossing my arms, I look at him with a raised eyebrow, “will you tell me what is keeping you so busy lately? Remember that trust is paramount in this relationship.”

My brunette gives me the kind of kiss that makes me forget, but this time it won't be like that, “okay ... I promise that once I get home today I'll tell you everything."

I sigh, giving up, “okay, I'm leaving you alone because you're late and the girls are waiting for me, I love you honey, I liked talking to you and clarifying things, we must delve into raising children, okay?"

He nods, relaxed, “we will do it Sweet, we will." Giving each other a kiss we said goodbye, once under the car he starts it.

Walking through the mall I go to the meeting point with the girls, seeing my mother, my aunt, Carla, Fátima, Micaela and Lucelia, I smile, wave my hands so they can see me.

"You've finally arrived," Fatima growls, she's the one who least likes to wait.

"Come on daughter, we must hurry, today you must relax before dinner," my mother urges me,

I sigh, “isn't a rehearsal dinner strange to you a week before the wedding?” They all look at me unconcerned, “ oh please, are you going to tell me that you don't find it strange?” They don't answer anything, none of them dares to contradict him Kahin, on the contrary, was very encouraged by this dinner. When Kahin broke the news to me that I was the last to know by the way, they backed him up.

"Can we go?" Carla asks, completely moving on from my questions, I can't help but growl.

"It's better to go, finding that dress that Dulce wants won't be easy," Lucelia urges.

"Wasn't it that you had already seen it?" My aunt asks, stopping to look at me.

"Yes, I already saw it and it's just to try it on, that's why I came today, Kahin certainly wouldn't allow me to use it" I smile mischievously, they look at each other.

"What a hobby of yours to see that man made a fierce beast," Micaela whispers, laughing I advance to be the one who is leading.

When we get to the store, the woman immediately recognizes me, welcoming me and taking us all to a room.

"I'll bring you the beauties," winking at me, she leaves the place.

"Are you sure about this, Dulce?" Asks my sister-in-law drinking water.

"Of course I'm sure, you only see my husband's irrational behavior, but I can assure you that he loves when I surprise him." I cross my legs calmly.

"I just hope that dinner doesn't go to hell," Fatima laughs as she always imagines a scene.

"No one understands them, but let's see those happy dresses," my aunt crosses her arms.

"You are going to love them, they are beauties that exude simplicity, style, sensuality and class. That is what they expect from the wife of the great Hamann, right?" I see them think and soon after they nod together.

"You're right," my mother sighs accepting what I say, "but daughter, don't overdo it is the only thing we ask of you, for your sake, for the sake of the men who could look at you and for the sake of your husband, I don't know how not he has given him a heart attack from so much jealousy and anger he does when you do not succumb to his orders,” the women laugh mocking me, dark.

"I don't want you to laugh at my man, we know he's adjusting to this that what he says is not always done" I frown thinking that we have known each other for 4 years and he still does not assimilate that he cannot control me at will, “he is having a hard time, but the point is that my bitter Moon is trying hard and everyone here knows it,” I look at each one in turn.

"Okay ..." my best friend agrees with me, “that's true and it's possible, you see, my Zazo has changed a lot and although it still costs him he does everything he can to adapt.” I smile at the clear example that my friend gives .

"Well, if it's true, you are absolutely right, you have won the lottery with those men, look at that striving to be a better person and going beyond what you are used to see someone else happy is not easy at all," acknowledges my aunt Lourdes .