My Fortty So Me Thing

Chapter 5

Joana

Now I'm killing myself, or rather, I'm killing Carolina for this embarrassment I'm going through. Seeing her like that, on the floor, makes me very ashamed to be part of this family.

— Get off the floor, Carolina! — I ask, already embarrassed by the scene she makes.

— I won't get up until you tell me that you agree to be my maid of honor.

I hate being the center of attention and Carolina knows that. Crap! I do not believe that. I'm going to have to give in to this blessed blackmail.

— Okay, okay! I accept to be your godmother. Now please get up off the floor. You know very well that I hate being the center of attention.

After the most embarrassing scene in the world, I left, already regretting having agreed to be bridesmaid at their wedding. The days passed and things between me and my family changed completely.

The wedding preparations began and there was a time without fights between us, or rather, with fights. For God's sake, I already wanted to kill everyone. In fact, kill myself for accepting this.

Now I find myself here, lying in this blessed hospital, wanting to get out as quickly as possible. I'm tired and irritated already. I want my house. I look at the clock and see that the day has passed. At those times when I wish I had my cell phone to distract myself. I look for my bag, but I can't find it, in other words, a nightmare in the air.

Oh, s**t, I lost everything! Who knows, maybe the police didn't find her. It would be a blessing!

I hear a knock on the door and I wonder if the doctors have contacted my family. I hoped not, because with how dramatic my mother is, who would she put the blame on? That's right, on me!

I remember that they had no way of contacting her and I thank God for that. They told me that a man called rescue when he saw that I had been run over.

— You can come in — I ask after seeing that the person hadn't entered yet.

I stand aside, imagining it was a nurse wanting to know how I was! I smell a delicious perfume and I'm curious to know the name of this perfume.

— Hi, how are you, Mrs. Alencar? — I hear the question and look quickly. What is that voice, beloved sir? It left me completely wet.

We looked at each other like that and I was there all excited for the first time in my life by a complete stranger.

Did I die and go to heaven? Although the way I'm looking at this man, almost drooling over him and with images of the two of us rolling around in bed that weren't at all holy...

I think I can say for sure that I died and went to meet Hades, the god of...

- Hell! — I blurt out without realizing I had spoken out loud.

- Sorry! What did you say? — he asks me, curious.

—Nothing, sorry! I know I'm going to say something stupid and I'm sure you've heard it, but do we know each other?

Of course I'm not going to say that I was comparing him to Hades, the god of hell. You can see that I love Greek history, even more so Hades, which has always excited me. Just like this man right here next to me.

— Mrs. Alves? — he calls me and takes me out of my thoughts.

— Hi, sorry—distracting me again! — I replied, embarrassed.

— So, Mrs. Alves, we met. I was walking to my club and the lady was being thrown to the ground.

He starts to tell me how we met.

— Ahhh, now I remember. Sorry, I'm a little confused. Did I see you next to me? — I smile when I remember this hot man.

— Yes, I went to help her. I saw you being thrown and then run over. They both ran away and when I saw the scene, I ran to you, but slime fainted.

— I'm really sorry, but I was feeling a lot of pain. — It was true, I had never felt so much pain together. I thought I had completely broken myself.

- Why are you apologizing? It's not your fault for what happened. I would have liked to have come in sooner, but you were doing the exams — he tells me.

— I took so many exams that the only thing I want is to get out of here, sir! — I confess.

— I didn't introduce myself. My name is Mauricio de Carvalho, at your service.

He extends his hand and I feel that little shock, like the ones we read about in newsstand romances.

— Pleasure, Mr. Carvalho, you can call me Joana. — I also introduce myself with a smile and still feeling his hand in mine.

His hand was huge and soft, strong. What would it be like to feel her on me? I feel empty when we let go of our hands.

— Are you feeling well? — he asks me, worried.

- I'm great! — I don't think it would be okay if he found out what kind of thoughts he was having.

— Joana, do you want me to tell your husband or someone in your family? — he asks me, showing concern, and I find it very sweet.

I've barely seen him and I feel like I already know him. I'm corny, but I feel that way.

— I don't have a husband — I clarify and his expression was one of relief, but just as it appeared, it disappeared. This man was an enigma.

— Someone from your family? — he asks again and continues: — I’m sorry.

and, I didn't mean to be rude.

— No, imagine! You are being a sweet person. Thank you very much. It turns out that my family and I don't get along. Don't worry, you wouldn't know,” I reassured him. —But one thing is certain. I would like to know who the cuckold was who ran me over — I joke with him.

I feel like this man is special, but I'm still afraid of relationships.

Mauricio was a beautiful man, the kind you pick up and never let go of. Of course he wasn't one to throw himself away and lucky the woman who hooked him.

At the very least he must be married. With that body, that appearance of a man who f****d all night. Lucky for the cow who did well. He was dying of envy.

— Joana... Can I call you that? — my hottie asks me and I nod in agreement. — Do you have any enemies? Someone who wants to harm you?

- Yes! — I confess.

I already had an idea, I just thought he didn't have the courage. But the way Leonardo was crazy.

— Can you give me the name so we can give it to the police? — he asks me, very excited. I see him looking at a chair and I say:

— Sit down on the chair. Much better than standing there — I joke, wanting to forget everything that happened to me.

- You are right! I'm old and I need to sit down for a while — he comments, also joking.

- Old?

To me he was delicious that way.

— Ah, Joana, I'm an older man than you...

- Wow, I do not believe! Are you already elderly? — I make a shocked face.

- Fool! I love that in a woman! — he says and I have no reaction.

- This what? I ask, curious, trying to find out what he liked in a woman. I wanted to be that woman. The perfect woman for this handsome and hot man.

- You! — my hottie responds and I don’t understand anything he’s saying. — I mean, our jokes, your humor. You are a beautiful woman! You'll forgive me for what I'm about to say, but I'm completely happy to meet you. Even under these circumstances.

— You're a beautiful man too — I say, still blushing from the compliment he gave me. Mauricio blushes when I return the compliment I paid him.

- Thanks! Now, young lady, how about you give me your family's phone number so I can call them here? — he asks me affectionately.

— Mauricio, I'm sorry, but I don't want my family here. We don't get along! — I confess.

- Our! So let's change the subject. How about telling me a little about Joana? Do you have any predictions on when it will go up?

— I still don't know when I'm going to leave, but I hope it doesn't take long — I replied. — What would you like to know about me?

— I imagine you want to leave soon! — Mauricio comments and we hear a knock on the door. I ask them to come in and I see that it's the nurse, who starts talking to us.

— Mrs. Alves, sorry to interrupt, but there are two police officers who would like to speak to you two. Can I ask them to come in?

— Yes — we replied together and laughed about it.

The police officers introduced themselves and started asking us questions, I told them how I saw the accident and how I called the rescue team and it was Joana's turn to answer their questions and they asked a question that I had asked before:

— Mrs. Alves, do you know who could have run over you? Do you have any enemies?

I wasn't sure what to answer, but the truth would be the best way.

— Yes, I have a slight suspicion of who it would be — I say.

— Who would it be? — the policeman asks.

— My ex-fiance! — I let go and start to tell everything from the moment I met Leonardo.

I told him about the fights between my family and ended up confessing about being attacked by him.

I know I should have gone to the police station straight away, but the shame was greater.

I didn't know what had happened. Yes, she had been pushed and run over, but by whom?

Mauricio had a frown on his face, his face was very dark as I was telling him about my suspicion.

I felt his hands touching mine, giving me support, and I felt safe and confident.