Chapter 43 Brazil Cello

CELLO
Rio De Janeiro 4:00 am
"What a big dumb I am! Why am I pushing the person I love to the person who is pushing her away? I am so stupid and I push myself and get to the point where I pretend to be gay. I still include the family of my foolishness, "I muttered under my breath as I gulped my beer.
"Cello!" Fernando called, I almost didn't notice him standing near beside me. I shot him a look and ignored him.
"It's too early for a beer," he said as he took a sip of his brewed coffee.
I ignored him and continued to drink.
"Okay spill it," he said as he tossed his cup in the air.
I sighed in frustration and ran my hands into my hair.
"This woman again?" he asked.
"Yes, it's her," I answered slowly enough for him to hear.
"Why do you still keep pretending? Why can't you tell her the truth? Simple as that," he stated, he's right why can't I just tell her the truth about me, my life?
"I don't even know."
"Stupid," he said sarcastically.
"Yeah yeah say what you want."
"There is a multitude of ideas on pretending but why did you choose to pretend to be a gay bro? You're making our name bad," he laughed and I can't help myself to laugh too.
"Seriously bro this is exactly what had happened. I was cleaning the living room when I saw lacy underwear. I don't know who I will make out on that day. If you were me, what would you do next?" I said grinning at him.
"Oh no, bro! Did you try to wear it?" he laughed.
"Yes, yes I did. And the door flew open and she saw me in that underwear. Ashamed of course and that's why I pretended to be gay," I said and he burst into a laugh.
"It must be horrible bro. If I were you I'll sniff that fucking underwear and pretended to be an addict," he said while still laughing.
"You sound disgusting."
"That's what men do."
A minute of silence takes over us when he decides to break it.
"About her. What are you planning to do?" he asked in a serious tone.
"Tell her the truth and get her."
"Now your talking. What was her name again?"
"Mirana"
***
MIRANA
Ice Cream shop 2:40 am
I frowned when he said he didn't want to eat ube ice cream.
"Ube?" he asked, raising eyebrows.
"This is good," I said and smiled widely showing my teeth. I was even more annoyed that he just ignored and rolled his eyes. I do not know if this person is menopause.
"Don't even tell me that is what you are craving. I don't want my child to be an alien," he stated while looking at my order.
"Don't worry we will soon implement her on another planet," I said and stood to salute him.
"Stupid"
I just ignored him and focused on my food.
"You have no foe for that ice cream. You eat as if you haven't eaten ice cream for years," he said sarcastically.
"Don't bother me. Mind your ice cream, Mr. M," I promised and he grinned.
"Mr. M?" he asked out of curiosity.
"Mr. M, abbreviation don't you know? Mr. Menopause, I can no longer wonder why your face looks so old as you are in your 60's," I lamented as his face seemed to be raging. I immediately turned my attention away from him and fixed my attention on my food.
"Finish that already now," he said and walked to the door.
"That man has an issue with his health. He would have to wait outside long because I will still order a different flavor of ice cream," I muttered and ordered another flavor of ice cream.
***
"Is that child really mine?" he asked coldly looking into my eyes full of resentment.
"Yes," my only answer was, I couldn't even get air because of what he thought. Does he still think that the child I was carrying is not his?
"High School days you're a bitch and if that baby is not mine then you're a whore. You have 9 months to prove to me that the baby is mine. And if it's not, pack your bags and leave my house. I still don't forget what you did in the past, Mirana," he said and stood up.
I fixed myself and didn't know that my tears were flowing. I immediately wiped away my tears and managed to stand up as if I were dizzy. She was right, I was so stupid because I thought more of myself than I loved him. I'll take everything he said. I just want my child to have a father. I didn't want my child to experience what I had experienced before. I'm starting to change because of the child I bring.
I will prove that he is the father I carry.
***
MARCO
"Don't bother me. Mind your ice cream, Mr. M,"
"Mr. M?" I asked due in curiosity.
"Mr. M, don't you know? Mr. Menopause I don't wonder why your face looks so old as you are in your 60's," she said. She immediately turned her attention away from me and concentrated on her food.
"Finish that already now," I sternly said as I stood and walked in the door.
She mumbled something that I can't hear.
Why does my heart ache every time I see and talk to her? Is it because of what she did in the past or because of what I do now? Whatever it is I should be unmindful of it.
I asked myself as I stared at her.
"Is that child mine?" I suddenly asked her and she was surprised.
"Yes," she answered briefly and let go of the spoon she was holding.
"High School days you're a bitch and if that baby is not mine then you're a whore. You have 9 months to prove to me that the baby is mine. And if it's not, pack your bags and leave my house. I still don't forget what you did in the past Mirana," I said and walked out.
***
MIRANA
How can I recover from it? How can I ever get his trust back?
That would be impossible...
Is it impossible for me to gain his trust? And most of all is his love. Because to this day, I still love him. After we ate the ice cream he immediately took me home without telling me where he was going, but he would come back immediately and told me not to wait for him.
Nanang was gone when I stepped in the house and left only a letter saying she needed to leave because her son was sick and no one would watch over him.
It was about eight o'clock in the morning but Marco was still missing. I couldn't even sleep. Somehow I knew something in the kitchen so my feet dragged me into the kitchen and cooked breakfast for both Marco and me. I also need to eat on time so that I can grow physically and because of what I bring.
When I was about to open the refrigerator when I heard Marco's car, I immediately smiled to know that he was there. I was approaching the door when I heard a woman's voice they're both laughing and seem to flirt with each other.
The door opened immediately and two people with almost faces and lips pulled closer as I stood and watched them both. As if they had no idea that someone was in front of them. My body went numb when I saw them broadly kissing in front of me and moaning each other.
The woman's hand tightens on Marco as if it were a leech.
"Owwww babe, who is she?" she asked in an accent of British while giggling and pointing her finger at me but her eyes were on him.
"Don't mind her, she's just a plain housewife. Shall we continue our discussion at my room?" he asked her and she can't stop giggling.
"She must be bored in bed, that is why you need my companionship. Right babe?" she moaned in the ears of Marco.
was holding back in anger because it might take a few seconds for me to strike and strike his chin with a knife.
"What a bitch," she said as she stared at the head to toe.
"No wonder that she's boring."
"Whore," I talked back at her cake face and she looked shocked.
"Careful-"
"Fake accent, fake boobs, fake tan, and cake face. Uhmmmm did I miss something? Oh right, a cheap fucking whore," I said and turned them away immediately.
"And oh wait for, Marco, if you have a partner you can rent a lodging house. It looks like a leafy mixture of fungi is with you. Are your tastes changed? he just looks like he looks like an endangered shrimp species. The ugly one. Do you hear me gay? I don't know if you are female or gay?," I said and left them both as if they were pouring cold water.
I took a deep breath when I reached the kitchen. I don't know how I could have said it all. I know I'm dead to Marco now but I'm still Mirana Vaughn Welch. It would have been a lot of fun but I wouldn't have thrown it out of my hands. What a cake-like face she had. I laugh at what I did and what I was thinking. Why am I so bad, I hurt that shrimp girl so much. Well, she deserves it so I shouldn't be sorry for what I did.
I looked into the living room and found that they were gone, lest that mole has climbed the shrimp. I immediately went up to her room but heard no moans. Maybe they haven't started yet because maybe this moment Marco is getting nauseous with that shrimp slash leech.
"What the fuck are you doing?" he yelled that he looked annoyed.
"Nothing, I was just checking you out" I was just trying to stop myself from laughing at what I was saying but I burst into laughter and saw that he was annoyed. He shut the door with great force because of annoyance.
"I was just checking on you if you slept with her, how was it? Does it taste good?" I screamed at his door and left moaning in laughter.
***
MARCO
My phone beeps just when I look at it.
'I need you badly, I'm here at your office... waiting.' Says the text message, mine started to get harder.
Milena is the one I need when I need companionship and when she needs it too. In other words, we benefit from each other. She has a husband that can't give her what she wants when it comes to bed. Her husband is a lawyer and no wonder that he has no time for his lover.
I immediately grabbed my gear and key when I heard a faint laugh outside my room.
I immediately opened the door and saw her wiping the furniture but she didn't pay much attention to what she was doing.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I said, she was surprised but was replaced by a suppressed laugh.
"Nothing, I was just checking you out."
I organized myself and in a few minutes, I decided to message Milena.
'Wait there, lock the office. My tongue we'll make you wet and scream for more.' I replied while smirking, thinking she was begging my name for more.
I was coming down the stairs when I saw Mirana preparing food. I would have ignored her when she saw me.
"Marco, I've prepared something for you to eat. Eat some food before you leave."
"I'll eat at my office. Why are you doing that?"
"I don't want you to get sick," she replied.
"The hell you care," I sternly said, making her walk back on where she was standing at.
"Don't wait for me, don't call me, just mind your own business and care for the baby. You just have 9 months to prove it," I said and immediately left for my car.
By the time I got to my office the curtain had closed all the glass. I have my keys and so she does. I turned around the doorknob and saw a carpet lying on the back of my desk.
"Milena," I called and she immediately stood up from behind my desk. She had no idea, I went harder and harder every step she made. I want to taste her.
"Marco, what took you so long? I've been here horny and horny please do me now," she purred just when she touches my chest. I kissed her deeply and she moaned and now mine was getting bigger and harder.
"Shhhhh we're here in my office we can't make a sound."
"Can't.... help... it.."... she moaned in my ears.
She unbuckled my belt and put down my trousers.
"He wants me," she smiled and I just winked at her.
"Badly"
I lifted her up and now her legs were on my thighs and she's already wet. I push mine and withdraw. She gasped at my harshness.
"Marco, there's a carpet over there."
"I want this. Why don't you like it?"
"I love it."
We were on our climax when I heard a click coming from the window.