My Sister's Boyfriend
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-Husband?! I hit Igor as they disappeared into the hallway. -Crazy?

"That abused man had his eye on you, damn it. He kept pushing the cart, now frowning.

"And you made me lose the chance to win a phone number?" "Right, it didn't even make that much difference. But I felt the need to provoke Igor. - Oh, come on, Igor.

"I was just taking care of what's mine.

-Your? What's yours, Juvenal? Apart from the dove in the cart?

-Well... He ran a hand through his hair. Looking confused. - Fuck, you're my friend!

"Oh, let me see. So for me to be your friend I have to be stranded?

"Technically you don't have to be my friend to be stranded, because you know..." I looked at him indignantly and he seemed to realize the shit he'd done. I crossed my arms, smiling wryly.

"Oh yes? Then he spoke. I turned my back, walking down the hallway. I screamed as I walked. - Oh YUMMY.

"Are you crazy?" Igor pulled me by the arm.

-What? I'm going to get a phone number. I bit my lip, ironic. Igor pushed me close to the shelf, almost making me lean against it. His body was too close and I couldn't go backwards, or I'd knock it all over.

- Okay, I see. I know you can get a phone. I... He looked me in the eye. And we both lost the thread. We just stared at each other. Then I understood, I realized what it was like to be forgotten. I had forgotten pretty much everything in that instant, and looking into those eyes, I had the feeling of knowing him. I gasped, coming back to myself. Igor looked down at my lips and I felt danger approaching. Out of pure instinct, I searched for words that made sense in my mind. "Are you alone?" He sighed, running his tongue over his lips. And flashing. Looking at me again.

"My babysitter won't let me, will she?" It took me a few seconds to answer, concentrating on anything else but his eyes. I recovered, letting out a weak laugh.

-No... baby. I smiled at him, pushing him and going to the stroller. Straightening up, and feeling my face, blush. I looked at Igor, he was in the same position. As disoriented as I am. "Are you going to stand there all day?"

We finished the purchase, after Pablo and Igor loaded the trolley of. The cashier at the supermarket winked at him all the time, so right at the beginning, I tried to make friends. Saying he was my husband. It was even funny to make up stories of how we met, marriage, and everything else. Igor didn't say anything, he just smiled. He seemed to be having fun, not annoyed that I ruined his chance with the girl. Unluckily for Igor, the cute guy there came to help put the groceries in the bags. Looking at me. Then, magically, Igor started telling stories along with me. Absurdly excited wanting to tell of our honeymoon, until I cut him off with a good stomp on the foot.

After smiling, many kisses on the cheek and Pablo laughing at my face in disgust. We left. Igor taking the stroller to the parking lot, Pablo had taken Igor's car, since his was in the workshop, I was a little behind. To my surprise, as I was going to the parking lot, I heard someone doing psst.

I looked back, the kid from the supermarket was coming towards me. Smiling. I stopped, confused. I looked back and saw Pablo watching the scene. Putz, I sensed the shit.

Hi. He said, smiling confidently.

-Hi? "To my surprise he didn't stop, leaned towards me and put his hand in my pocket. Taking my pen out of there. Then he took a piece of paper out of his own pocket and began to write. I looked at him in astonishment. I didn't know if I thought he was abused or full of attitude. "My number.

He stretched the paper with the pen, I picked it up automatically. Then he blinked, walking away.

- Hey, I'm married! -Protested.

-Sure. And I'm going to pretend that I didn't think you were beautiful, interesting, and that I would give you a kiss right now if it wasn't your little friend over there. To show her 'husband' that he talks a lot and does little. So... Call me. I gasped, astonished. He smiled again and walked away. Oh my god. What pockets! I knew it was weird for this to happen. But he was beautiful, and I felt so... Attracted like that wasn't wrong. And besides, he had been very brave. But also, very immodestly. Too sure that I would leave my 'husband'. Too sure I'd call. Where was his sense of challenge? You'd think I'd be so. easy? And besides, petty enough to cheat on my 'husband'? I was absolutely confused by these thoughts. I took the paper and opened it. It was written Luke there. So that was the name of the abused... I thought about it for a while, then I started tearing up the paper, throwing it away right then and there. I looked back, Pablo was still looking. He smiled wryly as he looked at the perforated papers on the floor.

"You really like him, don't you?" I stared at him for a few seconds, with no answer. A pleasant answer to both. I decided to play dumb.

"I don't know what you're talking about. "We were walking and came across an impatient Igor. We helped him put things in the trunk and got in the car. So, much to my misfortune. Pablo told about the episode of the little guy there. Igor grimaced and I thought he was going to get out of the car to go fight with the little guy. Then Pablo said that I tore the little paper. Igor stopped cursing and looked at me confused. "Why did you do that?"

"Well... Because I'm a married nanny, of course. I looked at him seriously and he laughed out loud. I was silent, feeling stupid. Then Igor pulled me in, making me lay my head on his shoulder. -Thank you. Only a true friend would do that. -Friend? Af...

- BRO, WHAT A BLIND AND DUMB GUY! Pablo shouted, and I laughed.

-What? Who?

- Nothing, Igor. Nothing. Igor insisted a little, until Pablo said he was a man in traffic. Igor believed it, but I didn't. I also agreed. Igor was blind... Except I was the dumb one and the idiot too.

I sat on the couch, seeing my side of the task pretty much accomplished. Igor had helped me with the living room, while Pablo fled to his apartment. Now he was tidying up the room and I was in charge of the kitchen. I had managed to turn the kitchen into something clean, quite a feat. I walked to the bedroom, finding Igor in a kind of position... different. He was on his knees, trying to wipe a stain off the floor. He had a look of regret on his face as he rubbed. A perfect Izaura.