Corazon culpa

Chapter 18

Under the roof of the restaurant, on the outskirts of Stockholm, I smashed my glass slowly into Luca's glass. The man who was still wearing the help of the walking stick told me that the operation was a success.

Luca put his glass on the table. His hand took a pocket book and a ballpoint pen in his jacket pocket. Then, he wrote his feelings.

"I'm cured, El!" put his pocket book on me. I smile.

"Congratulations, Luca. Then you go back to the studio, dong,"

Luca pulled out his pocket book. He wrote all the words he wanted to say. A communication that keeps repeating.

"That's how,"

"Is your manager not surprised ? Your voice's gonna change, Luc ?"

"It changed a little. But, to be honest, I'm so sorry I lied to you that I took Diego's vocal cords."

Luca bowed in shame. His face was very sad. It was as if he had committed a bank robbery.

"Why did you tell me that ?"

"Because I have to thank you, Doctor Rafael and Diego for helping me. In his last breath, Diego himself told the doctor that he wanted to become an organ donor after he died."

Can't I believe Diego became an organ donor ? Since when did he think of it that way. She had no pity on Lopez's mother's father who had very clearly turned her son's body into money.

I don't know how much money came into Diego's account after he died. It may be thousands of Euros. To be clear, his family will be happy and sad to accept the fact that Diego became rich after his death.

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At the bank, Heidi and her family gawk at the contents of Diego's account which soared drastically. The number zero is too much.

Lopez's mother collapsed seeing the amount of money.

"Heidi, do you know where this money came from ?" lopez's father's gaze was suspicious of too many zeros.

"No, dad. Maybe you're doing a side job,"

"Has he become a robber to be rich ? I mean is she being both ? Police and robbers ? " Heidi just shrugged her shoulders.

The Stockholm bank manager called Lopez's family in. An old man named Pak Bank gave the main prize in the form of a family car. The car keys of the Honda Odyssey Touring Elite silver color fell into the hands of Mr. Lopez. Lucky for that family.

Like being hit by a gold tree, the Lopez family also get other bonuses at the Stockholm Bank. Diego's account book was updated. He was transferred to the deposit section. The goal is that they get into the best customers of Bank Stockholm.

In the presence of customer service, the Lopez family was silent. They were looking at a beautiful woman who was busy inputting data on the computer.

"Do you want a credit card ?"

"We already have," replied Lopez's father.

"Visa card, maybe sir ? We just launched our latest visa card. It's cheaper."

"No, Miss. We're just gonna take our presents."

Customer service immediately processed the disbursement of funds of three thousand euros or about fifty-one million rupiah to take home. Lopez's family can't wait to shop at the mall while driving around town in her new car.

Twenty minutes later, the three thousand euros from Diego's account were liquid. Teller gave him his savings book and immediately, the Lopez family did his stunt walk.

...***...

Feeling the difficulty of serving Luca who still depends on his pocket book, I told him not to write anymore.

"Try to say one thing" Luca shook his head.

"There's no harm, Luc. I can help you" I said again.

I was like a mother teaching her child to talk. My mouth clenched, issuing a single word that was constantly repeated.

My ears were a little itchy as Diego's wet hoarseness just slipped into my ears. I don't think I'm dealing with Luca, but with Diego.

Continually teaching speech is exhausting as well. I have to drink another glass of water.

At 15:00. It's time for me to go back to ballet practice. I'm sure Mrs James and the rest of my friends are waiting for me to practice. Honestly, I still can't believe Leonif chose Mary to go to England.

If Luca wants a day at the restaurant, it's okay. I'm gonna go. He seemed to feel comfortable staring at the food alone.

Luca's hand prevented me from leaving. The physical code that told me to stay I replied with a lightning debate. Luca doesn't understand. I have to go ballet practice. If he objected, he went somewhere else. No need to hold hands like this. We don't know what's lurking at the corner table.

A man took pictures of us with his cell phone. The man believes his picture will go viral when Luca is holding a woman's hand. That can be strong evidence that Luca is lying about his status on the internet.

In an instant, the photo spread and trended on the internet wall. The trending board with hastag lucalies clearly made me a target of attention when I arrived at the ballet class.

"Is this true ?" Mrs James showed a photo of her holding hands on the internet.

"That's not me, Mrs James,"

"Stop lying. You're on suspension."

Mrs James suspended me just for the photo. Is he crazy ? It was just an ordinary form of attention that was common in public. Why just because it helped Luca turn my life upside down ? I need to think.

Sitting alone in the park helps nothing. I just daydream and cry.

A piece of handkerchief stretched out on my forehead. A thin sheet of white cloth that absorbed my eyes made my cries a laughingstock.

"May I sit down ?" A pocket book is propped up on a handkerchief. I wipe my tears.

"Yes, you can sit down,"

"Why are you crying ?" Luca returned the note.

"I'm on suspension."

It's hard to walk, Luca still feels like he's channeling his karma to me. If he hadn't held it in my hand at the restaurant earlier. I won't be trending in Stockholm and Luca's account won't be raided by fan comments either.

Try to let go and think positively. Luca said in his speech. He had just learned a lesson from the fall of his career. That fame is nothing but our own behavior.

The man who was still wearing the walking stick was only aware that his new album was not selling well because of his own bad behavior. Loss of vocal cords due to an accident, buying someone's vocal cords and mediocre life are the result of his actions.

Even if the suspension happens to me, it's not my fault. It was Luca's fault.

To atone for his guilt, he wanted to get me to calm down in North Stockholm. He heard that the green area there was perfect for clearing my mind.

However, again, the regret-blasting plan was cancelled after I saw Luca's bandaged legs and his vocal cords still in treatment.

If you don't mind, I'll accompany her to the hospital. After all, I was in charge of the treatment all this time.

Luca nodded in agreement. He was glad that someone was with him.

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