#30:

The internal medicine rotation went smoothly.
The killer disappeared, and Mark was calm.
Until one Sunday in June, a week before the final for that rotation, Matt took me to his house.
I was so happy.
Looking in the fridge for the ingredients to make imperial rice.
Lucia and her daughter helped me cook the rice, prepare the homemade mayonnaise, cook the chicken meat and chop the ham cubes.
"Do you do this often?" Matt asked me.
"Well, no. But if I cook at home, every time I go there."
"Oh."
Ramses and Mark came back from watching a baseball game at the stadium, and though I tried to relax, I couldn't.
Mark didn't say a word.
He just stayed there, standing in a corner, looking at everything with an amused face.
"We could make some fritters," Lucía offered, taking some yams from the bottom drawer of the refrigerator.
Between her and Violeta they peeled and scratched them, to then fry the dough, in which I put a layer of rice, then one of mayonnaise, then another of rice, then one of chicken, then more rice, a layer of ham and the last of rice, very carefully, so that the mountain does not collapse.
I put it to rest, and when it was ready, I went to bathe.
The served table looked delicious.
They put tomato and cucumber salad on the side and everyone ate with great enthusiasm, all… except Mark. Who, before serving himself, asked if he had added cyanide to the rice.
Arrrgh!
I didn't lack desire to.
Matt ate and smiled, chewing one donut after the other, and Ramsés played to take his from Violeta.
Lucia also ate, but very little.
Saying that sometimes whoever cooks loses their appetite, and I tried not to choke every time Mark looked at me from the side.
After we ate, we trooped into the living room, and while everyone was watching a movie, I sat upright on the couch, because Matt was sitting next to me, but Mark was lying on the floor, wasting no opportunity to tease me, touching me. the feet.
When we went to sleep, I waited for Matt to say something, and yes, he told me that the food was delicious and that he would marry me just because i was a good cook.
He kissed my forehead, and fell asleep, I for my part stayed awake. Looking at the ceiling.
About two hours later, I left the room, the excess mayonnaise and fat in the food had left me thirsty.
I went to the kitchen, walking down the hallway in the dark, and as I passed Ramses' room, I heard that he was talking to someone.
I frowned.
Violeta was inside his oom?
I kept going, turned on the light, and poured myself a glass of water, drinking it quickly. The other one was about to serve me when I saw him deliver it through the patio door.
"So…you made all that dinner, and you got excited, but I'm sure he doesn't even know it," he commented mockingly.
"I don't know what you are talking about. "I protested. Feeling my eyes fill with tears.
He stayed leaning against the counter, looking at me slowly.
"I wouldn't have forgotten, little one."
I growled.
"You know because you are a stalker who watches my Facebook.
"You're right. I am."
I moved, trying to leave the kitchen, but he grabbed my elbow and pulled me closer. Sticking me to his body.
"I haven't given you my present yet." he mumbled, and I turned my face, but his kiss fell on the edge of my mouth.
"Happy birthday, Rosario.
"I hate you." I mumbled, pushing him and traying to walk away.
"I know that too," he whispered, stroking his hair and giving me a mocking grin, " it only makes this game more fun."
***
"Sorry." He begged the next morning." You didn't tell me. How was I to know?"
"It was impossible." I whispered.
"Well, today is Monday and we have classes, but we could buy a cake when we go back to my house this afternoon. Would you like it?
"Yeah, sure." I whispered without much enthusiasm.

The internal medicine final exam was a kick in the gut.
I have never seen so many long faces in my group or so many of my classmates pass with a minimum grade.
The twins passed with a four, and I confirmed myself with passing, both the theoretical and the practical, and that was it.
I only needed the state exam to be a doctor!
"Shall we study together?" Matt asked me.
"I think that's what we've been doing for months now, isn't it?"
He compressed his lips.
" You're still mad about your birthday, right?"
"No."
"I think you are."
"I already said im not." I mumbled.
"My, my... Trouble in paradise?" Mark mocked.
"You don't mess around!" I yelled.
Mark raised his hands, and left.
"Ohhh. Matt, I think Rosy is turning into a wolf girl.'' Ramses commented.
Wolf girl?
Ramses went to his room.
Matt looked at me curiously.
He came closer to me, and hugged me, whispering in my ear.
"You're coming down with your period, right?" You are too aggressive.
I hid my face against his neck, and closed my eyes, squeezing them tightly.
"Yeah. Forgive my bad temper. I think I should start taking a couple of painkillers. To prevent one of those horrible cramps I get.''
"I wouldn't call them horrible. You get particularly tender and whiny when you're in pain. And I like to comfort , cuddle and sniff all around you and give you love.''
I huffed.
“You are a sadist. You enjoy my pain."
"No. Of course not. I'm just saying I like being your nurse, that's all."
***
Something was wrong.
Between Matt and me, something was wrong.
I noticed it in that he no longer smiled at me, he no longer touched me the same.
He was kind of weird.
I would ask him what was wrong , and he would say nothing.
However, I noticed the little things.
He no longer held my hand every minute, nor asked me for a kiss every half hour, and he would suddenly stop talking when I arrived and he was talking to Ramses or Mark.
We continued to study together, and we seemed like a normal couple, but we didn't make love as often as before.
Sometimes he told me that he was tired or that he didn't feel like it.
And I understood that the magic had been broken and that the relationship would soon end, because Mark was right.
Yes there were problems in paradise.