☬ - 05 | I won't sleep on the couch

"There is no pain that compares to the loss of a beloved one. There is nothing that can repair the pain of seeing someone you love to go. For those who stay, there is the memory of longing, the sadness, and the unconformity..." - Author unknown

Bronck returns to the living room and admires his son's house. He expected no less from him since from an early age he enjoyed the life of luxury.

He takes his suitcase and goes to one of the bedrooms.

- Oh, shit! It's empty! - He mumbles, startled. Entering the other two rooms he had on the second floor, they are the same way. - What the fuck? Where will I sleep? - I can not believe I will not sleep on the couch. Ah, I really won't!

Entering your son's room you find her already asleep. Try to wake her up.

- young lady. - I whisper. - Damn it! - he sprawls, grabbing his suitcase and looking for suitable clothes since he is going to sleep in her bed. Entering the bathroom, he takes a shower and cries as much as he can in the shower.

Recovering, he looks on the internet for a place to order dinner.

- I'll wait in the living room, and as soon as the food arrives, I'll come to wake her up. That way she can get some rest. I have to behave, she's my son's wife. - Think: I can't forget that!

40 minutes later...

Waking up, she realizes that she is in her bed.

- I had a nightmare, I dreamed that my husband had died and even my dead father-in-law appeared in the dream. - She sighs with relief. - I think it was God punishing me for complaining about him today. Thank God it was just a bad dream. Realizing that everything is dark, she realizes that at any moment her husband could arrive and had not yet prepared dinner.

- Oh, shit! Sleeping all afternoon, what the hell!

Getting up with difficulty. She thinks that the pain is because she slept too much.

She thought: "I'll take a shower, put on a nightgown and wait for him.

- I'll surprise him.

With happiness, II take a shower, put on a beautiful nightgown, the one I like the most.

- I am ready. - He decides to go downstairs and get some wine. - I will make peace with my husband. I am in the kitchen when I hear the front door opening.

- He has arrived! - Running into the living room with the bottle of wine in her hands she calls him. - Darling?

Running into the guy from her dream, the wine falls from her hands. Ali confirms.

- It wasn't a dream! - she whispers.

Bronck looks at her shocked. He repeats several times in his mind: it was real. I have been widowed!

- What happened? - asked Bronck confused. - Let me get you out of there.

Berriere is in shock. Trying to get her away from the shards of glass she ends up stepping on one.

- Oh, shit! Wait, I'll get you out, young lady.

- Am I really living this? - Ask Bronck. - I can't believe it. He feels arms lifting her off the floor.

- What happened? Why are you dressed like that? And with a bottle of wine in your hands?

- Me! - lack her the words. - I'm sorry.

- I'll put you on the couch. - He looks at me thoughtfully and asks: - Where is your maid?

- I don't have one. - I notice the astonishment on his face.

- Really? Who keeps everything here clean?

- I do. - He looks at her shocked and even tries to disguise it, but fails badly. He turns and goes to the food bags and takes out a package handing it to her.

- Eat! - He tells her.

- Are you offering it to me or is that an order? - Bronck rolls his eyes.

- Eat! - Staring at him seriously, he complains.

- You're bossy!

- Look, I only want what's best for you.

- I won't eat, I'm not hungry.

- You need to eat because I'm not going to carry you up and down on my lap, young lady.

- Stop calling me that. - she answers screaming.

- Sorry, you look really young.

- Stop calling me a girl! Please.

- Okay. Please eat. - Shee decides to eat some, he eats some too and they both stay in silence for a long time.

-the food taste delicious. - Berriere groans with the mixture of flavors in his mouth. When he gasps.

- Tomorrow the funeral will be at 2:00 p.m. - She swallows hard.

- I can't believe it. - She says, breathing heavily, her eyes tearing up.

- Neither do I, my only son. - Berriere watches her, seems to hold back her tears with heavy breathing.

- I didn't even have children, he didn't want them. - His tears come down without being able to contain them.

- Excuse my indelicacy, how old are you?

- Thirty-one. - Shocked, he stares at her.

- Damn! You look 17. - he declares stunned.

- It must be the clothes, the hair, I don't know.

- Right now you're almost naked. - She looks at him with a contemptuous face. she thought: you had to talk about my clothes right now.

- Don't look at me like that, young lady, I know it's hard to believe, but he's gone. You are young and you will be able to experience other loves. I know it's insensitive of me, but trust me, there will come a certain stage in life when not having someone will be missed. I know how it feels. - he says, taking a deep breath and looking at nothing.

- I won't be with anyone else. - The words come out of your mouth without even thinking what she was saying.

- Don't do this girl, you are still young, enjoy life. I know well what I am saying. - Now you want to set me up with someone? It's his son, my husband just died, how insensitive.

- Enough of this subject. - Speak rudely.

- Okay, I heard that you have no one living in your family, I really want to take you with me, if only for a year, until you get used to life on your own and I hope you accept.

She looks at him and thinks whether or not to tell him that she has a brother, or to look for him! Until she comes to the conclusion that it is better not since she would rather have Kamael than have him in her life. I think I will accept this help at least until I can walk on my own.

- Is he really not coming back? - she asks, she knows the answer. Crying overwhelms her again.

- No," she replies in a sad voice. - Come on, let's go! I'll have to sleep with you, I won't sleep on the floor.

- I won't sleep on the floor. - Getting up, they go to her room. We lie down and soon sleep overcomes me.

- My God! I lost my only son. - Bronck spends the night crying, sleep catches up with him in the morning.