by Diana Scott
everything. A year living in his lies shadows, incapable of being happy.
—Mia, darling —Rurik didn’t let her escape from his arms this time— I told you I had no prove. And… —he said with hesitance— I don’t think that you should to do anything.
—What are you talking about? Who do you think you are to make that decision for me?
—That’s what I mean. You can’t decide for your friend. She is the one that must choose what kind of life she wants. That’s her choice, not ours.
—I know.
The tears didn’t stop coming out of Mia’s beautiful eyes. Rurik wanted to punch Oscar in the face with all his strength, because he was causing so much pain in his beloved wife. All because he couldn’t keep his zip locked.
He knew how close his wife and Susy were and understood the dilemma that her beautiful blonde was facing.
To tell or not to tell, that was Mia’s big problem.
On one hand she could be faithful to the friendship and the love they had as friends and tell her everything she knew and being more pain to Susy, on the other hand she could close her mouth and let things follow its on course, knowing that he was disloyal to toe person that she had loved and taken care since they were children.
Mia knew what Rurik’s thoughts were “ Every couple should solve their own problems in their own hose without any help”, but how would he react if the cheated person was his sister?
—Come on, baby. Fix your make up. Susy is going to show up any moment and she can’t see you like this.
—Yes, you are right. —She did what he told her without thinking. Why anyone as sweet, loyal and beautiful as Susy had to suffer this way? Was it bad luck? People take advantage or good people, what can we do to avoid that?
The party continues
Nico was observing everything from the distance. He sincerely hated gossiping, and being at a wedding for job reasons was the worst that could happen to him.
—At least Dany is here with me —he thought showing a shy smile. His brother had been trying to get free from the claws of a brides maid so he found himself alone observing the scene right in front of him.
—What made Mia so sad? —He had known that little hurricane called Mia for many years, and she wasn’t one to cry easily. Strength bravery, caprice, and being adamant were part of her personality, but crying WASN’T. That wasn’t her style. Even kicking somebody was more Mia’s style, he told himself smiling, remembering a night when he tried to conquer her, not knowing that she was in fact married to Rurik. Mia stopped him with a kick in his tool that left him breathless. He had it coming for being so self-important, but the truth is that women didn’t use to treat him like that. They use to say that he was an irresistible blonde man so, why not take advantage of the situation?
Nico loved to conquer, but on top of everything he loved being catered to. But that afternoon, he could not stop taking his eyes out of his, now, very good friend Mia, not because she looked extremely beautiful, but because he was intrigued about the woman that she had besides her. That woman had him enchanted. He couldn’t take his eyes off her beautiful body. She wasn’t too tall. Her black hair fell like a waterfall at midnight on her shoulders, and those eyes… they were too much, too powerful, so deep and blue, like the skies in fairy tales that his grandmother use to read to him. He didn’t even got the guts to talk to her, he needed to look at her and find out what was behind that beautiful façade. That woman was showing something mysterious, tempting but, what was it? Sensuality, sweetness, passion, mixed with pain, and something else. Something unknown…
Be that as it may, she wasn’t near her friend anymore and he didn’t know why. Mia had disappeared hiding her tears, saved by her husband’s strong arms. Was she crying because of that mysterious woman? What could have happened?
—I finally managed to escape —a funny voice woke Nico from his thoughts.
—Was it tough, little brother? —he replied touching softly Dany’s shoulder.
Dany’s smile was so alive and genuine that even Nico himself, being his brother, had to surrender to it.
—Yeah, but its ok, nothing I couldn’t solve with a bunch of kisses. —He replied winking his eye.
They both started to laugh and left on their way to get a couple of drinks. There was a time to gossip and find out who was that beautiful friend of Mia, but it wasn’t this. He was sure he’d found out about everything about that woman.
A long time had passed since he went hunting for a woman that actually interested him, but this time he was truly astonished by her, even though he didn’t mention it to anybody.
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—Susy, have you seen my blue shirt? I have a meeting and want to wear it.
—It should be in the closet, if its not is because I didn’t iron it — she responded with a cold tone.
—Woman, I gave it to you to wash it last week. —it sounded annoyed.
—Well, I am sorry, husband, but I have been busy. —The coldness turned into a big iceberg.
—You are always at home —said an angry Oscar
—How dare you?! —She left everything that she kept inside of her in the past 10 days out.— You have been in a shity mood for days, and when you talk to me is to complaint about me not fulfilling my so-called errands. Can you tell me what’s going on? You’ve been acting weird since Pablo’s wedding.
Oscar felt like he was drowning in his own bile. Susy was right be he couldn’t tell her that her friend caught him red-handed and that his life had since been like a alarm-bomb
That hateful Mia knew about him slipping in the wedding and even if she’d shut up until now, he didn’t know how much longer she would keep her mouth closed. They were like sisters and he was sure that she’d tell her sister and didn’t know what he could do then. By the way, why didn’t she talk until now? It had been more than a week, and that silly girl had her mouth shut, why?
Nevertheless, he didn’t care why that meddler little friend of his wife’s, wasn’t talking, it was wiser to take advantage of his luck. If truth came to like he couldn’t deny it. That was impossible. Too many people were involve, too many witnesses. He needed to think fast…
Honestly, it wasn’t that serious, he told himself, - they are making a big deal out of it-, he was partying, he drank, the Swedish girl was really hot and she flirted with him, what could’ve he done? What man in his right mind would not have done the same thing? Oscar felt like a man, not a silly teenager, and everyone knows that a real man has certain instincts.
—You are talking nonsense, Su, does the wedding has to do with anything, always doubting. I’m going to take a shower because I’m late —he said trying to avoid the conversation about his mood from that day— and don’t forget to take my suit to the Laundromat, the jacket has a weird stain and I want to use it on Tuesday.
—Yes, yes, I got it. Ironed shirt and washed suit. Something else, Master?
—That’s it, thank you. —He smiled from his wife’s irony and went into the shower, not before kissing her in the forehead. Those were the moments, when she was ironic and sharp like a razor, that reminded him of the times when he desired her with madness.
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I’m finally done with all the clothes, Susy told her self-proud after ironing everything. The mountain of clothes that was about to eat her alive wasn’t there anymore and she felt like she deserved an applause.
—That’s it. I deserve a rest, sitting down, drinking a coffee and maybe even turn on the tv and watch an episode of “Her, the queen“, so, here I go!
Looking at the clock and knowing that she never stopped working she told herself:
—I have ten minutes, I have time to heat up the coffee and prepare my self a sweet snack and… The suit! I forgot. Well, I’ll get it ready and I’ll have it ready by tomorrow, so that I can take it to the Laundromat. And while she was watching her show she starting preparing it. She carefully folded the pants and checked the pockets, Oscar w
as careless and he always forgot left stuff there.
—I knew it —as she found a folded piece of paper, with something written in it.— Always the same, it must be some client’s phone number. But while she was looking at it with detail, she saw that something red stood up from the blue letters made by the pen.
—What is this?
“A week is too long, I’m waiting for you”. Signed A. with a kiss marked with a red lipstick.
—But, what? What…is… this? —Susy couldn’t react, her body was anchored to the couch, in that moment not even a hurricane could be more devastating than that piece of paper. Her mind was trying to find a logical excuse for that message, something that shower her a road that wasn’t the one of treason. But it was impossible, the evidence was more than clear and it was in her hands.
—Think, Su, think, this can’t be like this, there must be an explanation…but, which one?
—It’s not for him, that’s, that’s it… —her body fell in a couch that swallowed her completely. She needed to disappear, disappear from her home, from her country, from the world.
When she managed to put his mind together, she saw it clearer than ever. It was Oscar. It was in his pocket. Nobody keeps a message like that if its not meant for him. It was his.
—What should I do? —Think Susy, if you tell him this could end really bad, you could lose it all, but if you don’t confront him, how much longer can you take?
—Fuck! I must face him