DON'T TOUCH MY MANGA!Linda arrived the next morning to everyone's joy, especially Dalia, who clung to her and cried tears of emotion. Patricia, Patricia's mother Vanda, and Samara, Patricia's daughter who would soon be turning fifteen, were also present. The whole condominium was filled with joy, and Dalia immediately informed everyone through the group chat that they had to celebrate, as usual. The responses came quickly, one by one confirming their presence later in the day to meet Samara.Linda already had a feeling that the great-granddaughter's party would take place there, so they spent the day planning. Samara was a beautiful and well-mannered girl who didn't leave her mother's side for a minute."I can't believe we're having my birthday here!" the girl exclaimed, running excitedly throughout the condominium.Linda had to ask her to put the cats and dogs down because Samara couldn't stop picking them up and showering them with kisses."She's in love with animals," Vanda, the g
MUSIC, DOPAMINE, ENDORPHIN, AND MOREAnd they danced, and it felt so good!The music didn't require elaborate steps, so they simply held each other, with Otávio gripping her waist firmly and being led by her.Clara rested her head on his chest, closed her eyes, and savoured the moment. She could feel his warm hands, the temperature of his fingers penetrating the fabric of her dress, deliciously warming her skin. For the few minutes that the song lasted, she allowed herself to imagine that he was just like the other people there, that he was enjoying this idyllic moment as much as she was. She allowed herself to imagine that they were in a normal world where Otávio felt. He felt her.Because she felt him, God, how she felt him.His scent was dry, faint, no perfumes. It reminded her of the stories from romance novels she used to read when she was fifteen, sixteen years old. The smitten heroine would say she fell in love and adored the scent of the hero – the scent of dry wood on a starr
THE THREE KINDS OF TEARSWhen Clara and Otávio emerged from the trance they had been immersed in during their hour-long dance, their eyes cloudy and hazy, she pulled him by the hand and they sat down for a while."Let's rest a bit, shall we?" she said."Are you tired?" he asked."I thought you might be," she replied."I don't think I could ever get tired," he said, and his sincerity made her heart race. It wasn't a flirtation, she knew that, not coming from him, as he didn't even know how to flirt. For someone who had never danced, who couldn't stand being touched or close to anyone without recoiling, to have danced for over an hour pressed against someone and say that he could never get tired, well, it was surreal!"Let's get something to drink," she suggested, and they walked over to the table with refreshments. She grabbed a glass of juice for each of them, never letting go of his hand, and they sat in chairs next to the sound system.Clara noticed that he still had the drink in hi
TWO CHILDRENClara continued to stare at the door through which he had left, allowing her tears to flow freely. She curled up on the sofa in a fetal position and remained there for several long minutes, waiting to regain her composure before leaving. She didn't want to ruin her friends' party, Priscila's celebration. When she felt more composed, she felt someone sit down near her legs, and upon opening her eyes, Dália was looking at her with affection. Dália ran her hands along Clara's shins, providing comfort that made Clara want to cry even more.Dália stayed there for a few minutes without saying anything. Before leaving her alone, she kissed Clara's forehead. Dália had been there since the two of them entered. She had hidden in the dark room precisely to avoid watching them dance; she didn't want to be an overly curious mother. However, they didn't notice her in the dark room, and it was too late for her to leave when they started talking. At first, Dália thought Clara had come to
BOLTS APARTFrank returned with a bottle of vodka and a smile. Clara sat down next to him and nestled against his chest."Ah, I needed this today, some drinks and a shoulder to lean on, you know?" Clara said."No sex, of course, right? I was just joking when I invited you, just so you know. I noticed you had been crying and wanted to know if you want to talk about it," Frank replied."You're adorable, but I'm fine now," Clara reassured him."Bad day?" Frank asked."Bad night too," she replied, looking up at him and kissing him. His lips were soft and tasted like vodka. Frank responded to her kiss, enveloping her lips with his. Their tongues intertwined, and the kiss grew more intense. Clara was careful not to put too much weight on him, aware of his physical condition. She adjusted herself on the couch to kiss him better."Clara, my dear," Frank gently pushed her away. "You're delightful, but can we just stick to drinking?""Oh, of course, I'm sorry, Frank," she moved away from him."
NEIGHBOUR MÁRCIAClara just needed to leave. She stopped by her own house, where everything was silent. Dalia must be sleeping, and she had no idea where Otávio was. Whether he was still at her house or at his own, or rather, all the houses there belonged to him!She didn't say goodbye to anyone in the condominium. She simply grabbed her purse and left. She felt somewhat detached, exiting through the main gate and running into Lara, who was arriving. The girl was all smiles, completely unaware of everything that was happening."Where are you going, babe?" Lara asked, wearing denim overalls, her hair still damp from what seemed like a taxi ride. She kissed Clara on the cheek and noticed that something had happened. "What's wrong, Clara?""I just need to get out of here!""Let's go." Lara took her hand and led her to the sidewalk on the other side of the street, where a taxi was waiting for passengers. They got in, and Clara burst into tears.Lara allowed her to cry the entire way, hudd
RADICAL CHANGES"Dália? What are you doing here?" Clara looked at the woman in astonishment.Márcia also looked, curious to know who the elegant lady was in her humble house."I just spoke with Megan a little while ago," Dália announced, then looking at Lara, she asked, "May I come in?""Oh my God, Dália, of course. Come in, please!" Lara pulled her inside by the hand."Let's leave them to talk, Márcia. Shall we go to your house?" Lara called the neighbour, but she didn't move a muscle. She was still staring at Dália."I don't think there's a need, right, Dália? We're all friends here. This is Márcia, Lara's neighbour and friend.""Clara, are you sure? It's not a secret what we're going to talk about," Dália turned to Lara. "Can I make some coffee?""Of course, we were about to prepare dinner, but coffee sounds great." Lara placed the ingredients and the kettle on the counter for the woman to make the beverage she believed to be therapeutic. Dália could make coffee anywhere, at any ti
BARBECUE AMONG FRIENDSThere were many things to think about. She suddenly knew that her friend not only loved her but also had immense gratitude towards her. Dália had touched her heart deeply by expressing how grateful she was for helping her with Gerard, her abusive ex-husband. She spoke about how she had touched so many people, and now she had her own house, in an upscale condominium no less!She discovered that her friend was the owner of Paradise, and then she learned so much more. The bitterness of Otávio's rejection still lingered in her mouth, but it was somewhat alleviated by knowing how much his mother was rooting for her. The bitterness was eased when she learned that, on the contrary, she would love to be her mother-in-law, and that meant a lot. Being Dália's daughter-in-law was a gift to her, far more special than anything else the woman could give her. The acceptance, the affection she had shown towards Clara, was priceless.She felt that Dália knew that a relationship