My Sister's Boyfriend
17

Going home with Igor only made the night even more interesting. Even more so because we decided to leave on foot. We walked for an hour, and for the first time, the most sedentary girl in the world didn't feel tired. I was more tired because of the laughs I ended up letting out on the way. Igor was in a good mood, telling funny stories and making stupid jokes, but I was very amused. Every now and then he would stop to kiss or poke me, provoking waves of innocent curses and soon after that some kisses.

We entered the hotel laughing and holding hands and came across my father. Igor shook my hand tightly and a little tensely, as my father faced us with his arms crossed and his expression unreadable, hostility emanating from his serious posture. I swallowed hard, I hated it when my father looked like that; It was scary, because my father rarely got angry, worse... He rarely worried about knowing where I was. And catching me in the act like that was strangely scary. - What is going on here? - What should I answer to my father? "Some people" don't, right? - Who is he?

- A friend. By the way, this is my friend, Igor. - I have this habit of making my life even more complicated. So much to say and I say friend. I could just say... unknown, right?

- Friend? Friend you hold hands with?

- Er... - I quickly released Igor's hand. A little embarrassed.

- Answer, Maria de Lourdes. - Screwed. My name being said in full? I didn't know whether to scare myself or hit my father for saying it out loud. My name is horrible! I took a deep breath and looked at Igor, who looked terrified. I controlled the urge to laugh and spoke. - I think you better go up, Igor.

- Khan?

- I want to talk to my father.

- No, I'm....

- Will soon! - I pushed him lightly.

- It's OK. - He smiled embarrassedly at my father and walked out of the elevator with his head down. I looked at my father, waiting for the lecture.

- Is he already obeying you that easily? - I looked at my father's playful expression and ended up laughing. My father is a very strange being.

- Let's say it's a gift. - He raised his eyebrow mockingly. - Were you acting angry or are you really angry?

- A bit of both. I have to scare my daughter's boyfriend.

- Father! He is not my boyfriend.

- So should I be even more worried? This thing about relationships without commitment...

- Dad, we don't need to have this conversation. Better! Let's not have this conversation. Don't worry, I'm not an idiot. I have everything under control.

- You can't control your heart.

- Dad, that's corny. And it becomes infinitely cheesier with you saying it. - I tried to control the urge to laugh, feeling uncomfortable. So please. No trauma for your dear daughter. -You have to stop this.

- This what?

- Leave other people's opinions aside and just want to know yours. It's good that you're independent, but everyone needs to talk once in a while.

- I will remember this. I can go?

-Should I be worried?

- No. Everything is under control, especially the heart. - I said ironically and my father rolled his eyes. Getting away from me. I breathed a sigh of relief. And I ran up the stairs, the elevator was taking a while. I knocked on Igor's door several times. He didn't open it. I snorted. Where was he? I gave up, going into my room.

The room was empty, so I decided to take a shower. I started to take off my shirt and when I was almost done I heard a low laugh coming from the small balcony. I fixed my blouse, which was extremely red.

I picked up my brush that was on my side, a nice weapon, and walked slowly to the balcony. Igor scared me by picking me up, appearing out of nowhere, still laughing. He threw me on the bed as I laughed. And he started to join in, which happened seconds later. When he jumped on the bed, afraid of him crushing me, I rolled to the side and fell to the floor. In a pathetic way.

I stood still on the floor, dying of shame. I covered my face, trying to control the laughter that shook my body. And I felt two hands taking them off my face. Igor laughed at me while I was still on the bed.

Are you going to run away from our love nest?

-Shut up! - I pushed him as he rolled over laughing on the bed.

- You were the one who almost made a stripper!

-I didn't. I sat on the floor, feeling my face burning.

- Yes it was!

- It was not.

- No? So who did this? - He jumped out of my bed and went in front of me. Making as if to take off her blouse, putting her hand over her mouth and everything, in a ridiculous way, making me blush. I got up from the floor, grabbing a pillow and hitting it. What it was? Am I not sexy enough?

- Igor, you need some good slaps.

- Come hit me. He slapped himself on the butt, the scene made me burst out laughing along with him, as he continued teasing me. I even ran around the room with the pillow trying to hit him. Your laugh makes me more and more embarrassed.

- Idiot!

-You're the one running after me. - He accused. Tired, I sat on the bed. Trying to recover, my hand on my heart, feeling my cheeks vibrate slightly from the blush. Igor laughed leaning against the wall, his hand on his stomach, clearly having a lot of fun with the situation.

- When I catch you Igor, you will see. - I threatened, which only made him smile even more maliciously.

-I loved the double meaning.

- What did you drink?

- Adrenaline. It messes with my brain. He patted his head. I controlled my laughter.

- Did you drink adrenaline, Mr Igor?

- No. Idiot. - He sat next to me, half lying down, laughing lightly. The happy face, distended in a feature of joy. I smiled at him, ironically.

-Your idiocy is full-time, mine is not.

- Who really fell out of bed?

-No comments. - he laughs softly, putting the pillow over his face. Still can't believe I paid for this pain.

- Maria de Lourdes... Maria de Lourdes... Don't lie to your little friend.

- If you call me Maria de Lourdes again, little pervert friend... I'll throw you off the balcony.

- Don't forget... I can fly! - He continued joking, too good-natured to be bearable. I lay on the bed, with my hands over my face, trying to control my laughter.