Chapter 19
885 Words
Bonus of Lara
From the moment I called Ricardo, I could tell something was different about him. And now I'm pacing back and forth, looking at my bags packed and my passport on the table. I'm anxious for the time when I have to leave for the airport to board my flight back to Brazil.
My cell phone rings, and I find it strange that someone is calling at this hour. Curious, I decide to answer when I realize that the call is from Brazil.
- Hello?
— Lara? — I hear a female voice.
— Yes, it's her.
— Hi, Lara, it's Rebecca. How are you?
I kept trying to remember who she was, and I couldn't.
— I'm fine, and you? — I ask, losing patience with this small talk.
— Good thing I had your number, too. Oh, girl.
— Is there a problem?
— No, girl, I was supposed to tell you that I saw your ex yesterday!
— Oh, really? — I ask, now really curious.
— Yes, and you won't believe what I have to tell you about him!
— Ah, so tell me.
— So, I met him at the restaurant, and he had someone with him.
—Really? I spoke to him about two days ago.
— Oh, that's great, girl, you have to go back to Brazil soon!
— Why? — I ask, not understanding anything and looking at my bags again.
— Because your ex-husband is sleeping with a teenager who is old enough to be his daughter.
— So you mean my ex-husband is having a child?
— Yes, girl, and I'm telling you one thing: you have to come and get that fat teenager off your man.
— Rebecca, let me see if I understand what you said. Are you trying to tell me that, besides my ex-husband having s*x with a teenager, she's fat? — I answer, horrified.
— Yes, friend, she is fat!
— Friend, I'm shocked!
—But it's the purest truth!
— I'm thinking about going back to Brazil just to see the most regrettable scene up close, my ex with a child.
— Ah, Lara, if you still like your ex, you should go back and get that fat girl away from your man.
I think calmly. Do I still like Ricardo? Maybe yes, maybe not. Does he still feel something for me?
— You're right, friend! I won't let some fat girl take what's mine!
— That's right, friend, you can count on me.
— I have an idea!
— Oh, tell me!
— So, I'm going to pack my things now and, if everything goes well, I should be in Brazil tomorrow.
— That's right, friend, come, and if you want you can come and sleep at my house.
— I appreciate it, but I'm going to the hotel where I'm staying in São Paulo.
— So, as soon as you arrive, rest. And when you wake up, call me so we can meet up.
— Of course, my dear! — I answer, very falsely.
— Then, my dear, I'm going to hang up . If everything goes well, and I know it will, we'll meet tomorrow.
- Yes.
— Good night!
I laugh:
— It's still good afternoon here.
We ended the call.
I look at my watch and call a taxi. While I wait, I remember what the beast said. As soon as I hear the vehicle's horn, I get out, pulling my suitcases. I head straight to the airport.
It doesn't take long for me to get there and wait for my flight to be called. As soon as I realize it's called, I board. I couldn't wait to be in Brazil.
A few hours later…
I finally arrive in São Paulo, where I find several taxi drivers waiting to be called. I wave, calling one. I head to the hotel and, when I get there, I check in.
I am taken to my room, where, as soon as I enter, I take off my clothes and head to the bathroom. I fill the bathtub, get in and relax. The flight was so tiring, that taking a shower was the best thing in the world.
I wonder what Ricardo was doing. Was he alone? Was he with that fat woman? I hope not, because today I'm going to pay a nice little visit to my husband's house.
I get out of the bath, dry myself and go to the bedroom, where I put on a nightgown. I pull the curtains, leaving the room dark, and go to sleep. There's nothing better than a good night's sleep to help us.
Later…
When I wake up, I feel refreshed. I get up and take another shower, this time a quick one. Then I go to my room and put on a beautiful dress, put on some beautiful makeup and look at myself in the mirror, seeing that I look wonderful. I grab my bag and head out, heading towards the elevators. I get to the ground floor and go to the hotel reception entrance. The valet appears, and I ask him for a taxi.
— Yes, Ricardo, I'm finally here, and I'm going to make you break up with that fat girl, I swear !
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