Corazon culpa

Chapter 5

The rain that fell in Stockholm this afternoon was heavy. I promised I'd come in time to Luca's apartment. But, there was no way I could also break through the heavy rain full of thunderbolts.

I tried to find another way by calling Diego. I know my cool boyfriend wouldn't mind driving me to Luca's apartment.

The throbbing of the phone rang continuously stabbing repeatedly into my ear patiently. My phone screen was still stuck to my earlobe and the call ended quickly after the operator's voice appeared. What is Diego doing today ? It's not like he's on patrol in Stockholm. He should have answered my phone call. Even if it says "hi".

Since Diego I can't count on when it's this critical, I was about to contact Heidi to set me up. But, I just remembered that my friend had a math exam on campus.

If it wasn't me and my determination, I might have gotten in front of Luca's apartment building soaked and safe. Where should I wear an identification necklace, is really very troublesome. What's more, reporting to the lousy security guard who intercepted me yesterday. Please, don't remind me of that embarrassing incident.

"My name is Estelle Starlight. I'd like to visit Luca, "show my ID necklace to the security guard.

"Welcome, missus."

The security guard opened the door of the apartment building wide for me. With a cheerful and friendly smile, he urged me to put all kinds of wet things in the rain on the wall after the exit. Just take care so that the floor of the apartment he guarded does not get wet too. Pity the maid who mops every morning here.

I wrote on the advice of the security guard. Before entering and climbing the foot of the stairs, I first put my wet umbrella and wet coat on the front hanger.

Then, I rushed to Luca's room. The second room on the left side of the stairs, I opened it without sin.

"I'm sorry I'm late" I said entering her room.

I closed the door to her room again, took off my shoes and wagged my wet hair.

Luca didn't answer my greetings or turned to me for respect. Uh, he was busy rummaging through the contents of his drawer. She was looking for something, I didn't know what, but, after I heard the sound of a hairdryer and was directed to blow my hair, I knew what it meant.

As I sat drying my hair and clothes, Luca played music. Starting from pressing the piano keys, I already knew what he was playing.

When I know the song, I'll sing it. Then comment on his music game. But, when the song was played on the piano, I stopped singing and commented.

I turned off the hairdryer. Then, tell him to play the knee back.

In times of rain like this, it would be better if he became a good music player than singing like a nightingale that ruined my loyalty as a fan. Once in a while, if Luca had to recover in time. Just leave him like that first. After all, God's test will awaken him to better appreciate the small form of attention from someone. In the past, where did he feel gratitude and get along with others ? My feeling says never. I nodded in agreement to the voice in my heart.

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Leonif felt frustrated when he heard the sound of piano playing. The sound of a finger tap on the piano keys does not give him any peace, other than hatred.

A glass of drink was thrown into the fireplace along with his crystal glass. The rich old man from the results commenting on the ballet competition recalled Rosa. The woman who took care of Luca like her own child never told the truth that she was just a foster mother and a connecting mother.

Frank is also responsible for the death of his wife, Gaia Craig, who gave birth to Luca. Because Leonif considered Luca a disaster, he gave the baby to Doctor Frank and Rosa to take good care of the baby.

Today, Leonif thought and spoke with his crystal glass to use me to get Luca. After all, he had to call Leonif's father and Frank-Rosa uncle and aunt. A well-organized, well-organized plan had been in his mind for years. It's been a long time since Gaia died and Luca was laid aside.

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My legs feel weak because they move a lot. I took a break and let Luca play one last song.

"Where did you learn to play the piano ?." Luca stopped playing the piano. He took a picture book and a marker. Start, one-sided conversation with inanimate objects.

'Julyard Music School.'

"Then you're very talented, Luc. Why don't you play music to pay bills and upload them on youtube ?. I'm sure it will help," I replied commenting on the paper.

'I can't. I'm mute.'

"Don't make your shortcomings your hindrances, Luc. Gather your courage. You're the king of pop. Forever is so."

Luca stopped writing. Suddenly, he became excited after I praised him. The piano game is better than ever. Even when I tried ballet, the music became one with the rhythm of my steps.

So lost in music and dance, I forgot about the trap in Luca's room. A small room that is clean from a pile of paper is never clean from sharp objects.

I screamed and fell to the floor after feeling my feet stepping on something. A paper clip went into my foot.

I tried to take it with my bare hands but, Luca stopped me. He swiftly moved me to his bed, picked up the P3K box and slowly took out the ugly, lousy thing out from the soles of my feet.

Blood flowed from my feet. Luca's white sheets got my bloodstains.

"Don't give me anything else, it hurts so bad" my foot moved away from the betadine that would be applied to the wound.

Luca was silent for a moment. He was looking for an opportunity so that I wouldn't move anymore and could give betadine a quiet look. But, she felt furious as I continued to keep my feet away from betadine.

'Silence, Elle. Why do you always bother me, feel judged and test my patience.'

Luca pulled my leg. By force, he smeared betadine on my wound. Even though she heard me screaming and crying after her, she continued to do her goodwill and bandaged the open wound with gauze.

'After returning from my home. Stop by the doctor or tomorrow and next week, you won't be playing ballet anymore.'

A piece of warning and advice he wrote was thrown at me. Luca is a really rude guy. Why should she worry so much that she told me to go to the doctor. After all, the wound was an ordinary wound. Some days it will heal on its own.

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