Corazon culpa

Chapter 6

Last night, Luca stayed up with a pot of coffee. The musician who abdicated from the entertainment stage claimed to have started not being able to sleep because of me. Her inner voice kept making fun of her stuff on the floor which caused me to take a few days off from ballet practice.

It was not his fault, if the paper clip lying on the floor gaped upwards, if he knew earlier, he would definitely kick the paper clip that bastard. I was also wrong for being less careful. I told him it was okay at the time but, he insisted on taking me to the hospital. I refused because I would spend the rest of my money to eat tomorrow morning and pay the water bill.

Luca continued to feel uneasy. His guilt frustrated him. Both of his hands continued to smack his head, his heart and his mind. Half his body was bruised because of himself. Feeling physically and spiritually unwell, Luca decided to visit me.

Little information, Luca does not know where I live but he is trying to find her. The internet is never blind. Moreover, internet connection in Sweden is very open to find someone's identity. My digital footprint is real and clear on the internet map. Everyone can access it, including Luca. Finally, with the ease of access to the internet provided by the government, Luca accessed all the information about me. Starting from my biography, teaching history, work history, my alamar, my room number, the location of my room and until my neighbor even he knows what his name is, his work dsn comes from where. Like living in the shadow of Russia, I had no idea that all my personal information could be accessed by anyone.

'The 'Rosevelt Apartment No. 87.'

Luca recorded the address on his computer screen. Then, she left her small apartment room.

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At home, I was watching a movie with Diego. We laughed together, were sad together and cried alone. Only I shed tears when Allie and Noah died together in old age. What a romantic movie ending.

"Stop your pearls, El." Diego threw the tissue box next to him at me. He was busy putting popcorn in his mouth.

"The sad end. Allie and Noah shouldn't have died at the end. What kind of movie is that?," I said, taking the Notebook film CD wrap on the table. I wiped my tears. Then I heard the door knock.

I left Diego for a moment. After I got off the couch, he replaced The Notebook with Angel Has Fallen. The police on leave on duty are looking to lure his wild adrenali up. Understandably, the latest version of Fast and Furious is still not released in theaters.

So adrenaline provoking, the sound of gunfire from the film made me jerk. The sound of gunshots coming from the television made the soundtrack to Luca's arrival to my house so gloomy. What are my musicians on leave doing to my apartment ?. I think now is not the right time to talk.

I welcome her arrival kindly. I told him to sit down. As for me, it will disappear from before him for a moment to make a glass of warm tea.

"Luca, is your tea sugar or not ?." Luca shakes.

"Amor, get me some peanut butter." Diego suddenly gets into the conversation. Her index pointed to the top drawer of my kitchen.

"There's more I want to get?," asked me who had taken a can of peanut butter.

"No, Amor. Take her besides me and take care of your guests."

"Sit down quietly. I'm going to throw him out of my house" encourage him to sit in the living room. I gave a cup of warm tea in my hand to her. Then, I immediately executed Diego out of the house.

My cool, patient and a little stupid boyfriend has never been jealous of Luca's arrival. In fact, any man would be jealous if his girlfriend kicked him out for a male guest. His mind must be everywhere. There are those who think infidelity and there are also those who think savings. What a disgusting thought.

"Luca!. Let's have a chat. Forgive me for that little nuisance," I said nervously. I ran to the front of the television, turned off the film and took a seat cushion.

After I sat down casually facing Luca, I immediately rambled to tell him what I did today, who Diego was, what my relationship with him was and what happened there was so familiar. Luca didn't have to say anything but to sit looking at me quietly.

Actually I'm afraid, he's so quiet like that, he could be nagging me if I'm chatty or I'm impressed to be the center of attention trying not to make him angry. After that, I was surprised by his attitude.

Luca stood up from his chair. His hand grabbed the sitting pillow I had on my thigh. Then, put a soft pillow on my leg that is still bandaged.

"Hard, you don't have to do that" I replied shaking hands in the empty space between my feet and his reserved head.

Luca understands what I mean. He took the paper and the marker. Then, say what he meant to come here.

He said he would take me to the doctor. Just in case the wound I'm suffering from will cause tetanus. If that were to happen, he would definitely be the most guilty party compared to the others. Because after all the injured soft leg had an incident in his small apartment room.

Indeed, it was easy to persuade me to go to the doctor. From childhood, I didn't want to go to the doctor because I was afraid of being injected. Anyone who lives in this world is also afraid to feel the taste of a syringe that enters the skin. I don't want to imagine that.

This afternoon, I was sitting on the bus with Luca. The people on the bus were busy with themselves. Playing small music tapping on the bus bench, reading books, listening to songs through earphones, watching the road and daydreaming like me. Along the way, I felt very weak, I lost my spirit. I kept praying that the doctor would not inject me or give me a hose infusion because of the wound on my leg.

The sound of the bus brake resuscitates Luca. Some people were down at the same stop as me. Luca's standing up, he's walking first but, I'm still limping down from the bus.

Just get off the bus stairs, I feel pain. The pain that pierced my leg was truly unbearable anymore. My grip on the bus door came off. I was free-falling towards the bottom of the sidewalk but, instantly caught by Luca's embrace.

Cuddling with Luca, it felt like the wind was sweeping away the dry leaves that had fallen off his twigs, I hugged him tightly and stared at him occasionally until I was released from his embrace and we started acting pretentious not knowing each other.

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