My Sister's Boyfriend

"Is it a child's thing?" Oh yes, you see! He closed the door and I laughed softly, shaking my head. Pov. Malu

The door was slammed shut, and I remained rigid on the couch. The looks at me, I lowered my head, embarrassed and annoyed. Cecilia hardly cared about Igor's departure, she peppered me with questions about the marriage. I tried to say that we didn't have anything planned or anything like that. It was like dating, only a little more serious. We made plans for the future together, modest plans. But she didn't rest. He embarked with Edith and my mother on a zucchini-filled affair about marriage. Alexander was talking to Pablo, but I felt that they were watching me from the sidelines.

Unable to contain myself, I snuck up and walked to the kitchen. I filled a glass of water and turned around. Bumping into Igor on the other side of the table. I poured some water on my blouse from the fright. -Drug! - I exclaimed, taking a cloth and removing the excess water. I looked at Igor and he was serious.

- You don't need to clean it, your blouse is better wet.

"What's it like?"

- I like white, but transparent is better. He spoke calmly, as if he were talking about the weather. I felt my face heat up and was unable to respond. I tried to recover from what he said, feeling a lump of shame in my throat. "You look worse than before. I said, pleased that my voice remained firm.

"You're still the same.

-Wrong! I've changed. I lifted my chin involuntarily.

-She is still curled, blushes for anything and gets angry easily.

-Wrapped? If I got tangled up and got annoyed about anything, I wouldn't get such a good job, and you know that. And as for blushing... This is involuntary. I chorus out of heat, out of anger, and often out of boredom. So... Stop trying to talk like you still know me, Igor. Their conversations ultimately only leave me empty. It's beaten. Always the same thing...

I was lying. It was never the same with Igor, every time, they were new, but equally familiar. I had felt it on my skin and cursed myself for remembering them so well. And even though I knew that, I felt a desire to attack him, to wipe that pertinent smile off that face.

"That's what your fiancé, is it?" I felt my face boil with satisfaction at the sight of Igor's angry gaze. I felt better, like I could prove that he wasn't my only option.

-No. He's a cliché, you know? But the good thing is... He knows how to deal with himself, control himself and everything else. It's good for me to be safe. "That's how he deals with himself. I could handle you.

"Wrong again!" I had to deal with you, all the time. Do you remember?

"Everything, every night, every laugh, every pizza, every drop, every lack of light..." his hoarse voice brought up a distant night. I chased her away angrily. "I'd rather you forget that!"

-I can't.

-Try!

"It's kind of hard..." he smiled again, teasingly. I felt angry again. How could someone me off so much?

-Difficult? Do me a favor... Things were always easy for you.

"Having a child wasn't easy, it wasn't an amusement park.

"But doing it with my sister was certainly easy. Without a shadow of a doubt it was fun. We stared at each other in a mute hatred, my mute hatred. I only felt satisfaction when I saw the glint of pain in his eyes, in his faltering expression. I turned back to the sink, leaning against it. I lowered my head, but soon lifted it, feeling angry and at the same time my heart pounding. I didn't falter, I shouldn't let it affect me. Or at least don't let him notice. We remained silent, until Igor's voice came out, whispering, provoking:

"But losing the girl I loved wasn't easy!" Or was it easy for you to leave, Malu? Was it easy? Because for me... For me it was and continues to be a martyrdom every day. I clasped the tea towel between my fingers, and turned my face to the side. "I'm getting married."

"That doesn't mean anything.