Heitor Casanova II

• Thank you, Anon... You are very kind. - I mocked.

I walked into the bathroom quickly and ran to the toilet, emptying my bladder slowly and feeling my anxiety completely melt away.

Among the things that made me impatient, wanting to pee was one of them. And I was a person who peed a lot. I even thought it was abnormal, but the doctor explained that it was good, because I drank a lot of water.

So being a pisser had nothing to do with endometriosis.

Ah, endometriosis... Why didn't I stay at home thinking about you? What am I doing in this place that has nothing to do with me? I just got slapped in the face here... And my stay was short-lived.

I heard a knock on the door:

"Are you still there, Mrs. Bongiove?"

I opened the door and burst out laughing in front of Anon. I hugged him so my head was below his chest.

• I haven't heard something so cute in a long time!

He pulled me away from him and stared at me, confused, arching an eyebrow.

• Well, my name is not Miss Bongiove... Because this is my idol's last name... In this case, real last name. Your boss, the disqualified one, used it ironically, you know?

• Not. - He said seriously.

I washed my hands as he watched me. Then I hooked my arm through his:

• Come on, Ann. Tell me, where does this name come from? I've never heard in my life... It's different.

• I'm not paid to talk, Mrs. Bongiove.

I laughed:

• Ok ... But it doesn't hurt to explain. After all, you will never see me again in your entire life. And I was really curious.

• It is of Thai origin. But my family is not from there.

• Do you know what it means?

• Happiness.

• How different. Where did your mother get it?

• From a movie.

• I thought it was of Viking origin. Or some kind of god... Something like that.

He did not say anything. We went down a staircase and he opened a fire door, where I had a view of the street outside the club.

I sighed:

• It was so hard to get in here... And so quick to get out. I'm an unlucky klutz, that's the truth. I landed right where Heitor Casanova and his wife were.

• Goodbye, Mrs. Bongiove. - He said, closing the door.

• It's Novaes... - I said to myself, since Anon was no longer there.

I sat on the sidewalk cordon. I needed to get my thoughts in order. Salma was working and I didn't want to spoil Ben's fuck, knowing he hadn't had sex in a while either.

I grabbed my phone and texted the group we had in common:

“Love, I got a little drunk and I'm going to call an app driver and sleep at my grandmother's house. Have a wonderful night.”

I called the driver and went directly to the farm, which was far away.

After forty minutes, we reached the dirt road. And so we would go on for another twenty minutes.

My grandmother's land area was surrounded by white wood, the horizontal ones supported by the vertical ones, leaving gaps, from where absolutely everything could be seen. I opened the wooden gate and made the driver follow the path inside the property, until he reached the house.

I pressed the bell. Using the key and going up to her room to ask for money to pay the fare would scare her.

It didn't take long for her to come down. She was surprised to see me.

• Good night, grandma... Sorry to arrive at this time ... But... Could you pay the driver and explain later?

• Of course... - She went back inside the house and paid the man in cash.

I went in and she closed the door. The fireplace still had embers finishing burning. Mandy was wearing a fluffy bathrobe. He took a blanket off the couch and laid it over me.

• It's cold for you to be practically naked, girl.

• I went out with Ben and Salma... And ended up getting bored. I didn't want to disturb their night and thought about sleeping here. Can be?

• Of course, Baby. Come...

She put her arm around my shoulders and led me into the bedroom.

• Want to talk?

• I'm not tired. But I promise to spend the day here tomorrow.

• I'm so happy you're here... Even arriving at my house at dawn and almost killing me from the heart. – Laughed.

She kissed me on the forehead and closed the door. I lay down on my bed, shoes and all. There were still some posters of Bon Jovi and the band stuck on the wall and that reminded me of the time I spent there... And it also brought Jardel to my mind. I didn't like to think about him. It reminded me of a time when I was submissive and forgiving. I was still trying to forget that Barbara.

I remembered Anon security calling me Mrs. Bongiove and I started to laugh. How could a person not have a clue who Bon Jovi was? Had he recently been working for Heitor Casanova?

What is certain is that he was the man to be trusted, or he would not have been called by his wife.

I remembered Heitor Casanova's gaze on me and I felt angry. What a boastful man. It was just a mistake... I would never sneak in there to see someone sucking him in the middle of the hallway. Couldn't you tell I was drunk and lost?

I closed my eyes and fell asleep in no time.

When I woke up, it was after eleven o'clock. I took a shower and put on clothes that I still had in my closet, from when I was young. I should be glad I managed to get into a costume from years ago. They were just there for emergencies like that. And because I use the “emergency” so much, I had already taken almost everything to my apartment.

As soon as I went downstairs, my grandmother was waiting for me with coffee served, cakes, bread, homemade jams and everything I was entitled to.

She was always like this: she tried to fatten me up.

It felt like I haven't eaten in ages. In fact, I knew that almost nothing could match her food, or her breakfast... Much less the way she treated me: with affection.

I still didn't understand how she managed to stay away for so long, when the love she felt for me was visible. I asked countless times about my father and my mother's background and I never managed to get a word out of her. There was a time I believed she really didn't know anything.

But time passed and I became a woman. And he knew she was probably lying. And I wasn't sure I wanted to know the truth. What was the use of creating expectations about my father if he knew about me and never sought me out? If one day I met him, I would not forgive him. It was twenty-seven years of rejection and oblivion. And nothing could erase it.

I told Mandy about the gynecologist visit and she was very reassuring. She also told me that while my mother was living with her, she had no endometriosis. I explained how difficult it was to get a job. Then she offered me money, which I declined. My college had already been paid for by her. So the least I should have done, out of obligation, was get a decent job in my field. And to show that she gave me the tools and I knew how to work.

In the late afternoon, I left, leaving my dress from the night before stored there for future emergencies like last night's.

This time I called a taxi and went to the central square. I passed by the gas station where I met Jardel and got off there. I still wish that day hadn't happened. But there was one thing I was grateful for. And I needed to end that cycle.

I walked down the narrow street of old houses. I opened the old iron gate and knocked on the paneled hardwood door with faded pink walls.

The door opened and there she was:

• Barbarian? - She said, surprised, with her eyes full of tears.