MARIED CAMUCHO

14. The Talk That Sucks

Dayana was quite confused by what she had to do in the middle of the party the women attended. He only drank while looking at the two sensual dancing women who were cheered on by the others.

"What about Arturo?" tanya Madison managed to make Dayana wake up from her daydream.

"What's? What are you asking?" Dayana was in a daze, not understanding anything.

"Arturo Force. It seems like he's brave enough to make you tired all day," seduced the woman next to him.

Dayana almost choked with her own saliva after understanding the core of their conversation.

"A-I don't know," said Dayana, smiling stiffly.

"I couldn't walk at all when I had to serve Kevin" added another.

"Hendrick's got a pretty big one too. I'm getting overwhelmed."

"That's because he's not satisfied with you."

What kind of conversation is this?

"Madison, didn't you and Arturo get together? You must know how he is? Big one?"

Dayana cleared her throat, feeling increasingly awkward in the middle of that disgusting chatter. Madison began to put her glass on the table before answering one of her friends' questions.

"I was exhausted for a few days with him. He's strong enough, has a hard stomach, broad shoulders, broad chest, and can make you scream loudly when he's with her" she said.

"Oh, I'm envious."

Madison held up a bottle of whiskey towards Dayana. "I'm kidding. Drink."

Dayana glanced at her empty glass now poured whiskey by Madison.

"This is our time. Enjoy your time, Dayana."

Dayana raised her glass and began to put her lips to her side for a drink. They had fun on the cruise ship.

Meanwhile, the men on different ships were having fun like they were at a nightclub. There was also a woman who even danced naked on a pole, like a snake teasing prey.

"I'm pretty upset with you for getting married, Arturo," Sam said.

Arturo sipped the drink in his glass until it ran out. "Don't blame me. Why didn't you marry Serena before?"

"Oh. I just want to try to understand it first."

"But the time of understanding is very long. Up to 10 years," chirped one of his friends.

"Women are hard to understand" said Sam leaning back leisurely on the sofa.

"Well, woman just want s*x," said a curly-haired man named Jones who was being teased by a bikini-clad woman sitting next to his thigh.

"We're men, too" added Sam.

"Married doesn't hurt. But if you're tired of your wife, you can find another woman to be satisfied with" continued Jones who made Arturo even his own ear matches.

"What about your wife, Art?" Jones now turns to Arturo with a small grin. "I'm watching your wife have good things. Not big, but it looks like it will fit in my hand. Her face was also very seductive, and you saw her mouth earlier? Uh! That's a very-"

"Don't you feel disgusted with your own mouth, Jones?" cut Arturo staring at him straightly.

Jones just smiled casually. "Disease? The women were addicted to my mouth service. Isn't that right, baby?" Jones kissed the woman on his lap.

"Come on. It's my bachelor party. We better just play the game. You want?" bargain Sam try to be the mediator of the situation that began to tense.

"I'm sure she wants to slit you right now when she hears your bullshit insulting her as a woman" Arturo continued, not heeding Sam's offer.

"You're a hypocrite, Arturo. You think the same about me, don't you? You married that woman just wanted something from her. If you're satisfied and bored, you'll be looking for another woman. Just confess. It's just us here, you can be honest."

"Come on, guys. Don't fight here" stop Sam. "Art, don't be angry. Jones is drunk, so his speech is slurring."

"You're nothing more than a cheap, jerk-off man" joked Arturo, who had Jones straighten up so that the woman on his lap would shuffle away from there, refusing to be in the middle of a showdown.

"What's? What did you say just now?"

"You're not deaf, Jones."

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"Ow, careful!" serena exclaimed while helping Dayana who was walking adrift from being drunk after drinking a lot.

"I can do it myself. Let go of me" Dayana's plea moved away from Serena.

Both ships stopped at the same spot. All the women and men began to meet each other there. Dayana waited for Arturo near a pole which she had placed on her back to stand upright.

"Let's get out of here" Arturo asked who pulled his hand just like that.

"Rooks. I'm not-"

"HEY, ARTURO!" jones shouted with a battered face. "I'LL FEEL IT LATER. HE WOULD SIGH LOUDLY IF HE WAS WITH ME!"

"Go there, Jones!" snapped Arturo who made Dayana dumbstruck in the middle of her drunkenness.

Meanwhile, Madison just stood watching Dayana and Arturo who started to enter the car and drove away from there.

"Is the party over? Oh, I want that drink again" Dayana said. "Are we going home? I'm going there again. Let's go to that party again."

Arturo was silent with a focused gaze to the road, but his hand held the steering wheel so tightly as if it was holding back anger.

Not hearing Arturo's reply, Dayana began to turn her head. He narrowed his eyes and rubbed them when he saw some wounds like a lump on his face.

"What's wrong with your face, huh?" Dayana pulled Arturo's face to look at him. "So did someone hit you? Who hit you? Your face... Red-red."

"Shut up!" arturo's wrath throws Dayana's hand. But Dayana instead re-advanced half of her body to observe the battered on Arturo's face.

"Oh, what a pity. You need to be treated. Your face cannot be like this. It's gonna hurt," he patted Arturo's side of the face.

"Can you shut up? I was driving" said Arturo, who was getting upset.

Dayana breathed a rough breath and took pains to remove her seatbelt. Suddenly he moved in front of Arturo, sitting on his lap until Arturo took the steering wheel to stop. He almost hit a roadblock if he stepped on the brakes late.

"What's wrong with you?"

Dayana cupped Arturo's face and observed his every wound. "You're hurt. Your face will hurt if left unchecked. Who beat you up?"

"It's none of your business!" Arturo turned his face towards the window. "Go back to your seat."

"You know? I was often hurt as a child to the point of crying because it hurt. Then my mother always gave me a powerful medicine to heal him before I was given the wound medicine," Dayana said still drunk.

Arturo began to face his face back to the front. He looked at Dayana who was staring at one of the wounds on the corner of Arturo's lips after a hard blow from Jones when they were both fighting earlier.

"My mom said it would heal. Whatever the wound is, it'll heal if given the medicine."

"What cure?" arturo asked, beginning to be curious.

Dayana advanced the face, gently peeling one by one the punches on Arturo's face and ending at the corner of his lips. Arturo just quietly got a few kisses. Now, Dayana hugged her body and gave a soft pat on Arturo's wide back.

"It will soothe your wounds." murmured Dayana who slowly closed her eyes to sleep.

Arturo began to move both of his hands to return the embrace. He let Dayana hold her like a baby koala.

So far, Arturo has never gotten a warm hug like this when he was physically or mentally injured. During her relationship with Rebecca, Arturo just felt like an assistant instead of a lover. They date secretly fearing the media will take pictures.

Dinner, watch a movie, take a walk... Everything feels empty because their minds are not on the relationship that is being lived, but on the job.

"Thank you for the hug" said Arturo, who tightened the cuddle so that Dayana moaned between her sleep in the warm embrace.