Corazon culpa

Chapter 4

A glass of coffee, a serving of warm soup and a bottle of apple syrup are enough to give Luca more energy to think. From earlier, his pencil continued to cross out the wrong notes on the music paper.

'I have to finish one song for him.'

Luca forced the idea of his stalk on the music paper. He's been looking for references to making songs on the internet, following his step by step, but, still, he's frustrated.

The wrong song notes were scattered on the floor. Accidentally, the sole of his foot stepped on the paper into a doormat. It is like a self-deprecating parable.

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As long as Luca was busy looking for ideas in his little room, I was already one step ahead learning my ballet steps. Yesterday's practice motivated me to keep practicing the difficult movements that made me anxious.

"Stop, El!. Rest your legs!." Heidi threw a peanut shell at my foot which I was resting ninety degrees on the horizontal pole.

"He's right" Diego said. "Please feet. I don't want your leg to break."

Diego came up to me and kissed me on the cheek. The local police officer who kicked me out a few days ago became very sweet on Saturday. It's not that he's on leave, it's because of the Saturday night effect that's sacred to all couples around the world.

"Later in the evening we're on a culinary tour, yuk," Diego asked.

"I can't. Today I'm busy training," I refused.

"Don't be so arrogant, Elle. Occasionally give vitamin C to your boyfriend."

Heidi laughed at my rejection of her brother. It's not the first time I've refused to enjoy Saturday night with Diego. Why did Diego answer spoiled so ?.

I asked what vitamin C meant by Diego. Perhaps in addition to the names of vitamins in health there are other vitamins that are rampant in this world.

The current Heidi answers the meaning of vitamin c called her brother. So, the vitamin c that Diego means is the vitamin of love. How long have Diego and I been enjoying the time together ? Very rarely. We were both busy with our careers.

Feeling that the brother sister's conversation had become slurred, I set off for the training ground.

In class, Leonif, Madame James and Luca sitting at the piano were waiting for me.

"Show me your dance, son!," Leonif told me to execute the rehearsal immediately.

"Yes, sir."

The sound of the piano led Madam James and Leonif to a seat. They saw my ballet dance moves, listened to music and understood the meaning I was trying to describe.

Mrs James was soaked in enjoying it. He smiled cheerfully. But, Leonif no, he looks upset and disappointed.

"Stop the music!," he snapped. I stopped dancing as well as Luca.

Leonif. "You gotta keep your dance. Keep your footsteps." I nodded firmly with cold sweat.

"And you're a musician!," pointed at Luca annoyed. He approached her, then said, "You should focus on playing your music. Not your music is not right. Make it again and I'll be here in a week to see your show. If it fails, I'll make sure you're really shaken."

Leonif shriveled in annoyance. She came out followed by Mrs James while slamming the door. Peering from my training window, my ballet teacher was trying to persuade the enraged Leonif.

While in class, Luca kicks a piano that helps him play.

"Stop, Lu!. You hurt your own leg!." I walked up to him and dragged him away from the big piano.

'Let go of me !. You have no right to touch me or even to advise me.' Once again, Luca ran away from before me in annoyance.

...***...

"Sorry, Miss. You're not allowed in unless there's an appointment."

Luca's apartment security prevented me from entering. The security guard couldn't just stop me because I forgot to ask Luca for permission.

Luckily, there was an apartment dweller there who kindly declared herself to have made an appointment with me. Even though I didn't know his name, he said that I could ask him for help again. Just knock on door number 57, and, walla !. I know where he lives.

Thank you to the stranger who became the angel. If I hadn't met her, I don't know what I would have done in an apartment the size of my old apartment building.

So happy to thank God for being met with an angelic hearted stranger, I almost forgot what my purpose was to come here, which was to meet Luca. One of the people there once told the man room number 57 that there were new residents who moved in his apartment. The distance of the room is not too far. As per the instructions, I had to climb two stairs and in the second room on the left after the stairs there was a person I was looking for living there. It turned out to be true, on that door was a row of three bedroom doors.

Knock on the door of the second room from the left side of the stairs. I waited for him for a few minutes but there was no response. So, very forced, I went into his room without permission.

Don't ever think I'm gonna break into a room to get in, because that door wasn't locked before I came.

"Luca, are you home ?." I went into his room snuggling.

The atmosphere of the room was very tense. The sunlight was minimal, paper was scattered everywhere and I stepped on the wet paintbrush.

A man painting on the balcony got out of his chair. He put down his brush and palette. Then, move in looking for the source of the broken brush sound.

"Don't be angry, Lu. I didn't mean it" I said smiling.

Luca was neither angry nor upset. He instead took two chairs, a glass of water, picture books and markers.

'You want to come here ?, ' read Elle inwardly on the inscription on the drawing paper addressed to her.

"I'm here to greet you."

Luca ripped off his paper and wrote again.

'Cannot be!. You're here to make fun of me, aren't you ?.'

"For God's sake!" I sipped a glass of water to the end. "I came here purely for a visit. Silaturrahmi, Luca."

'Tell me honestly, El. I won't be angry.'

"Well if you force it. I came here for the purpose of the ballet competition. So, I'm here to make sure that we have to forget about our past on the internet. I know very well, the memory of the men is very weak, so, forget it."

'That's it ?.'

"There's more. I want you to make your music in peace. What if I practice dancing and you make music ?. Do you mind ?."

'No. Come to my apartment tomorrow afternoon. Four o'clock.'

I read the last sentence he wrote. Before I actually left her room, she gave me a visitor id. The card that had to be clad in a yellow ribbon gave me a sign that I was a guest in that apartment.

He advised not to let go of the id in the apartment no matter what.

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