Corazon culpa

Chapter 12

' Crazy is not a bitch. The man who hit me earlier was very possessive. At first glance, I can tell, if the head of the man who continues to be stroked by Elle is his girlfriend. I was very curious, why he could survive with a man of rank who likes to play.'

Luca's inner monologue was of no use after I ventured to him. With a sorry face, I said Diego's apology. My boyfriend is like that. I hope he understands that military education has become hard and arguably too 'sensitive'.

Luca smiled in response to my apology. After all, what Diego did was natural. If he were Diego, he would have hit him while scolding him.

Before we could go any further, Luca pointed to his pocket book and pen on the hospital table. I took. Then give it to him.

Luca wrote something. 'Sorry, I accidentally made you nervous.'

"I'm the one who should be sorry for giving you a hug yesterday."

'Not that, Elle. I'm sorry for asking you to dance.'

I just nod. There's never any point in arguing with Luca. If I force it, later, the bruise on the edge of his lips will hurt.

After the nurse finished writing the patient's name in front of Luca's bed, Doctor Rafael came to him. He greeted me and asked me to talk.

"Why are your lips so blue ?. Struggling ?." Doctor Rafael passed me. He checked Luca's face.

"He hit my girlfriend, Doc." I'm confessing.

"Because of his throat ?."

I shook my head in doubt. "Try the doctor see for yourself."

A small flashlight from his pocket was glaring at Luca's mouth. The doctor was examining Luca's throat and told him his throat was fine. His vocal cords are still.

While Luca was in the hospital, Doctor Rafael immediately put Luca's name on the list of vocal cord therapy patients. Unbeknownst to me, all of a sudden, I got her medical bills at the cashier.

It costs quite a bit. When totaled with Diego's bill, half of the savings are exhausted in one day. My face was immediately lethargic after paying. Diego, who was waiting for me in the car, asked me nothing but to drive me safely to my apartment.

Diego's messages before he kissed me on the cheek and let me out of the car were to not duplicate my apartment room key on anyone. If I get caught duplicating the keys, ten cops will line up around my apartment building.

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"Raise the lights a little upwards" he pointed at the lampshade attendant upstairs in the VIP row. The officer according.

"It's fitting, boss ?."

"Feed."

Tom turned towards the red curtains hanging on the left right side of the stage. According to him, the grand red curtain should be replaced with a new one. The faded red color was very striking from a distance.

After commenting on the curtains, he forgot the spectator benches. Quickly, he dashed down the stage towards the spectator bench.

While he was running towards it excitedly, Leonif walked into the show room. His footsteps were limp but not to the point of stumbling. Tom knows the cause of his best friend's lethargic face.

"There's a problem again?," Tom commented after Leonif sat on one of the bleachers.

"Every day of my life is a problem."

"Don't do it, Nif. Sometimes you have to smile when the world judges you. There are times when you are proud that karma is the path to conversion."

Tom's advice has a point. Leonif must repent immediately. For decades, he had not gone to Gaia's tomb. His grave is not far from Stockholm.

The courage to visit Gaia's grave would never have been if Luca hadn't called her father. As a husband who suffered at the end of his life, he needed to open a photo in his wallet and stare at his face for a long time.

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An old look at a photo also happened to Luca. The black and white photo of a beautiful woman in a bun showing half of her face made Luca curious. The reason is, only the photo was taken from the baby blanket in the warehouse.

Sometimes Luca thinks that the picture of the beautiful woman is Rosa's mother in her youth or, there are others close to her life.

While staring at her picture, Luca shed tears unconsciously like Leonif who had just wiped the flow of tears on his cheeks. In order not to look weak, two men in different places put the photo in their wallets.

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