"Eduardo..." I threatened and he laughed loudly.
"Okay, you're not old..." Not much. I smiled at him, ruffling his hair and walking. He accompanied me by dragging the bike. Pablo next to Eduardo. "Do you want me to buy you some ice cream, Dad?" You look nervous. "How much do you have there?"
"I have five reais. - he said proudly.
- Wow, this is too much for you.
- You can buy me a beer, Dudu. Pablo ruffled Edu's hair, who pushed his uncle's hand. "Make your uncle happy and buy me a beer because this heat is killing me."
-No. I smiled at his sincerity. - Dad, can you buy me an ice cream?
"Weren't you the one who was going to pay me?"
"You're fat, did you forget?" My mom says ice cream makes you fat... - I gave him a light slap and he laughed out loud. You're not fat. As my aunt at school says, you give a broth. That's good, right? Pablo laughed out loud and I tried hard not to laugh.
"Those teachers of today..." Pablo said, laughing softly.
"That's because you didn't see what my karate teacher said.
"What did she say?" Pablo asked, curious. Her eyes shining, very childish.
"I don't understand. She said she saw you on the beach the other day, she seemed cheerful. That's weird, everyone sees you on the beach.
"What else did she say?" Pablo insisted and I gave him a look, which he just shrugged. Helping Eduardo with the bike.
- Something about clothes and six-packs. And fire. Girls are weird, aren't they, uncle?
-Is... Too! Too! He kept laughing and I shook my head in disbelief.
- And my ice cream, Dad? How does it look?
"Your uncle pays. He's young and fit. It must be rich too. You'll be happy to pay.
"Then I want a milkshake, one of those giants!"
- And very expensive, right, son?
"Igor, you son of...
-Uncle! Can I choose? Eduardo looked at Pablo with those big eyes that dominated everyone. Pablo snorted.
- I will, I will.
- And also a snack, right? Ice cream without a snack is boring.
"I'll buy you a snack right there in that little shop."
"We can stop by McDonalds." It's close. Please! Please!
- What have you turned your son into? Pablo looked at me with an angry face. "On a profiteer?"
- He's smart, just like his father!
Eduardo smiled along with me at Pablo, who let out a low expletive. A typical, absolutely routine afternoon of my new life.
We sat at a table far away and I watched Eduardo and Pablo eat their snack while I drank a beer. Pablo smeared himself almost as much as Eduardo. Two kids, two kids to take care of. I imagined the tantrum Ceci would give Eduardo to eat before lunch. I shrugged, I could handle it.
- Are you going to work, Dad?
"I will. I have to go.
Me too. Pablo said, wiping his mouth with his napkin anyway. "New people, right?"
-Positive.
"Little birds told me they were girls who arrived today. He smiled mischievously. "Two girls.
"I heard it too, I didn't even read the names.
"I hope they're hot." "Pablo would never get the hang of it, it was a fact.
"The way you speak, it's going to be two thugs.
"You think so positive, Igor. It impresses me.
-Thank you.
-Father? Can I play with those toys? Eduardo pointed to some swings in front of where we were sitting.
-Care. I said, and soon he ran out to play. I watched over him as I always did. Thinking.
"You need a woman, Igor. Pablo's voice interrupted my nostalgic thoughts. "You can't dwell on what you were for the rest of your life.
"He looks like her, doesn't he?" I smiled, seeing Eduardo sway nonchalantly.
"Just because you want it to look like it." He's similar to his mother. Cecilia, remember? Mother of your child and you live peacefully. Each on his side, she practically married and you visiting her son. That's what Eduardo looks like. Hold on to that, Igor. That way you'll never get over comparing him to her all the time.
"I don't want to get over it.
"She's over you!" Don't you see that? When did she call after you or something? And it's no wonder. It's been five years! One life, just look at Eduardo. "His words struck me, they were bitter. Like a nice punch. One punch after another. "You're not a teenager anymore and man... She might even be with kids too, though Malu doesn't seem like the type to get married and all that. Anyway, you have to get over it!
"I know, okay?" I know. I know I've lost her forever, but... I'm not going to get over it. I don't even want to. He snorted, annoyed. I just smiled. "One day you'll meet a girl like that, Pablo. And you'll know what I'm talking about. "Stubborn..." he grumbled and I took one last sip of my beer.
"We're going to be late.
"I don't even remember. Man, at least today is Friday! Tomorrow without work...
"Don't get excited. Rookie team, remember?
- Af, that's right. - we got up and I went to pick up a sweaty Eduardo on the swing.
"Just a little longer.
"We're late, almost half a day and you still have karate.
"What a bummer..." he grumbled, grimacing. I ruffled his hair and he pushed my hand away. I was lucky. Too much, to have a son like Eduardo.
Pov. Malu
The heat choked me in the cab as we waited. Edith was sprawled on the bench, fanning herself.
"Are we in hell?"
"Almost. She snorted. We had come three days before the rest of the staff to see what our work would be like. We were on our way to the Planetarium, we had already left our bags at the hotel and I didn't even want to imagine my mother's scandal when she found out I was here.
"I really hope this work pays off. By the way, how will it work?
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