Finally - short story
Finally! I know I should not say it. Maybe I should not even think about it.
But ... finally ... she's dead! Ah what a satisfaction! It's been years since that stupid evening, when still picking up its most delicate flower, I got stuck. Reverse the Minga funtion. And bye.
The war had been over for a long time but the deep wounds that the fighting had inflicted on the earth could still be seen. So, like today, I did not understand who had won.
However, I took her to a cantun a little outside the village, on the barrel of the bike. When I arrived, I carefully placed my faithful on the trunk of a tree and stretched out my jacket to make her sit down. I was burning with desire but she did not know anything about this. Good girls should not know, in fact. Not like today that they slam you in the face without the slightest modesty, without submitting to that game of the parties, which has always been the beauty of a relationship. A little bit of galanterie. A little 'backwardness, and so on.
Disevi. I led her under that tree and slowly taught her how to become a woman. It was a cagada. If I had put the usel in a cioc de legn, it would have been better.
Say the blame to her inexperience and my excessive enthusiasm.
We went back to that place, under that tree, sometimes again. This did not improve.
Unfortunately, many people had seen us spinning on the bike and getting back unkempt and with some straw in their clothes and in their hair. When I was already pondering the right way to download it, we were engaged.
That night in July the earth was hot. The humid and heavy air. Afusa insoma. We arrived in our place already sweaty and without the slightest desire to go further. But she seemed to take pleasure in it and I did not want to let her lose her pace.
Two weeks later his father knocked on the door of my house. He did not even have a jacket. Without being announced, without the slightest restraint, casting a look that could have killed me, went straight to my mother (my father had died long ago) and put them in front of the facts. I had shamed his daughter. I had made her pregnant. Bigül.
A reparative marriage was urgently needed. Immediately. And so we did.
She never forgave me. I was happy only with the child and the more I stayed away to work or drink wine, the more things at home were fine. I found myself busy. Football, excellent. I was a coach and then a manager of a local team. My son also became passionate, provoking his mother's ire and jealousy.
In all these years I have never touched her again and I do not understand whether this was a relief or a pain for her. Of course she never looked for me.
I satisfied my desires elsewhere. In short. For every woman who does backlinks, there are a lot of them who like to have fun.
Now she died. I can not be sorry. I always had to submit to his wickedness. To his anger. His rancor destroyed me and he never allowed us three to become a real family. We were all alone. He thought of me only as a culprit.
At my funeral, my son and I did not even look at each other. We cried away, as we have always lived.
But do you want to know what is the most ridiculous thing?
Yesterday she died. Today I went to collect the exams. Stomach cancer. They say it is among those fulminating. Right now that I had regained my freedom. Just now.
Do you know what I tell you?