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The days were passing by the calendar, and Amira started to gain weight, especially in the middle. Her father, a massive man with a bushy gray mustache, sometimes laughs when he see her, saying that she started to look like grandfather Bartimuss, but Doloress was laughing false at her headband’s dry jock, knowing very clear that her daughter’s belly grow because of other natural causes.
The summer came along without a warning, putting her footprint on the island with a terrible heat, forcing the people to stay in their houses during the afternoons. Amira and Lovin were seeing each other very rare, since Lovin was hard working, not having much time for his girlfriend, and also Amira was busy too, taking care of the household, listening to her severe parents, feeling holding the bag
“Today we are in 10 July 1989. The temperatures will grow higher this week, and the doctors recommends…”
Amira entered tired the gate, loaded with vegetables from the market. Doloress didn’t raise her eyes to the girl, being busy with the potatoes, cleaning them on the porch, listening to the radio.
“Mother, I didn’t find carrots. Seems to be that everyone is looking for them.”
“Doesn’t matter. This year didn’t go well for them. Bring the vegetables in the kitchen, change and come back, we have work to do.”
The girl nodded, feeling a little sick, entering the house. After a couple of minutes, Mr. Veriss came out from the house, wearing a straw hat on his massive head.
“Listen to me; I will go to Mariss, to help him with his house. When I come back I want to see food on the table, do you understand woman?” he said with a harsh voice, going in the yard, and after that on the street with a ducky walk way.
Amira came back to the porch, where her mother was boiling, ready to explode.
“Where did father go?” the girl asked, taking a potato to clean it.
“TO HELL! Where else did he go? He went quickly to that drunk, Mariss, to fill his stomach.”
Amira discreet smiled, cleaning the potato. Instead Doloress took her look from the potato, watching Amira very serious.
“Amira, we have to talk something serious. Tell me girl, what was in your empty head?”
“E… excuse me?” Amira said, easy shocked by the woman’s reaction.
“Don’t play dumb with me! I want to ask you, since when?”
Seemed to be that Doloress reached a subject which no longer can avoid it, and Amira was expecting that someday will end up at this, being already moral prepared.
“Since when, what?” she said with a small voice and her eyes down to the ground.
“I told you to not play dumb with me!”
“Since when I am pregnant? That’s what you want to know, mother?” the girl said, raising her eyes towards her mom, who remained stoned, putting her hand to the mouth.
“So it’s true.”
“Yes.”
The woman rose up, putting a hand in her hair, and the other one on the hip, walking left to the right side.
“God… Good God Amira. I really do not know what was in your head and that boy’s… This was the last thing we need now. Still, what month are you?”
Amira leaned her eyes once more to her half cleaned potato.
“Third.”
The girl’s mother, ironically smiled, after that she said with her pointed finger up.
“Shame on you. You slimy bitch!”
Amira stood up, being filled with the acid words thrown by her mother.
“Do not dare to call me that way!”
Doloress didn’t have a second thought and she slapped her, making the girl’s head to go in the right direction.
“How dare you talk to me like that? You became the town’s slut. You embarrassed us!” the woman said, and after that she entered the house, leaving her daughter to cry, holding the parental slapped mark on her face.
She throws the knife with the potato away, exiting the yard and after that in the street, having a lightning idea.
Was a mistake made, and somehow she had to put a stop on it until it’s not too late. That was the last straw, and Amira couldn’t handle it a bit longer. Was the time for some action. She entered the forest, and quickly exiting, going to another glade where was just a single house, and after that the country dusty road was straight ahead until the center. There she saw Lovin, chopping some woods on an oak stump. He and his mother were living in the middle of the forest, being a huge one with a lot of glades, where the people had houses. Lovin’s father was the Sunshine’s ranger, but unfortunately he died when his boy had only few years.
Lovin happily saw the girl, but he changed his expression face when he saw her’s.
“My love, are you all right?” he said.
Amira looked at him glumly, and then she sighed closing her eyes.
“Lovin, I have to talk to you.”
“Sure sweetie.”
He closer, wanted to hug her, but she made a step back, putting her hand on his chest, stopping him.
“What’s wrong?” The boy asked frighten.
And then, without a second thought to choose careful her words or to avoid, she told him straight.
“Lovin… I’m…”
“You are?” Lovin said worried and curious at the same time.
“I’m pregnant, Lovin.”
Amira didn’t get surprised when she saw the boy’s face expression. He felt down on the grass, placing the hands on his face.
“I… I cannot believe this…”he said with a heavy voice.
Amira kneeled near him, putting her hand on his shoulder, but he avoided it quick, like the girl just burned him.
“Yes I know… we didn’t protect ourselves and…”
“I cannot believe that it became true.” he said scared, watching Amira.
“Became true what? Oh no, don’t tell me that…” she said shocked, getting up.
“I wished this to happen. I never thought that will become true…”
“Lovin! Are you insane? You wished for me to get pregnant?”
“Yes and… I mean no.” he said agitated, not understanding a bit of what is going on.
“You planned this? You made love with me just to become a mother?”
“No. Love… I wanted something that will unite us forever… but no… I cannot accept this.”
Lovin was passing from an ugly mood to another, that Amira was confused and terrified.
“What do you mean you can’t accept it? Let’s run away, move together and…”
“And what?” He yelled at her.
“What do you mean and what? It’s your child!”
“Don’t say that to me, please.”
“But it’s yours Lovin. It is your stupid wish!”
Lovin grabbed his head, closing his eyes. He breathed fast, like he just ran some good miles.
“Amira, please leave. GO!”
“Excuse me?!” she said, starting to cry.
“I said go! Run! Get out of my life!”
She cannot believe her own eyes. The boy who loved the most, to turn his back on her, to transform into a demon after a night. She cannot accept this thing, was just a bad dream.
“I am going nowhere, until you will accept the truth!”
“GO!”
He pulled the girl away, and Amira felt on the grass, crying. Shocked by his gesture, he turns away and runs, entering the forest.
Amira got up, her hair being full of small leafs from the forest nearby and grass, with red face and painful tears, she shake them off and then she turned around returning silently at home, with her broken heart, which was made of pieces by the boy who she considered once an angel.