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THE END OF A CICLE OF ALMOST TEN YEARS II

  • I will always keep you in my prayers, Barbara. And once again, thank you.

I waved and left, closing the gate, which I would certainly never reopen again. It was the end of a cycle of almost ten years.

I took a deep breath, until I felt my lungs full and breathing returning to normal. I didn't want to see Jardel again... Not even in pictures. Mine I had already burned everything and deleted what was left from my cell phone.

And that's how I put a damper on my eight-year relationship with Jardel, my first and only love and at the same time the man who broke up with me, who broke me into a thousand pieces and who I thought I would never be able to put back together. them again, because I didn't believe in glued pieces. Eight bad years went by, and two years were mourning myself. But life still went on.

And I didn't need a man to be happy, as everyone told me. I just needed a good job to be able to do things I liked: going for walks, seeing the sea, traveling to other countries, trying new foods and doing different things. I needed to start my adventure. And she didn't need a partnership. I could be happy alone.

I called the app driver on my cell phone and waited in the square for more than twenty minutes until someone showed up to take me back to the capital of North Noriah.

As soon as I was in the backseat of the car I picked up the phone again to see if there were any messages from Ben or Salma. But nothing...

  • How did you end up here, so far away? – Asked the driver to me.

I looked at him in the rearview mirror, taking in the clean, clean-shaven face with the clear eyes. His well-cut hair was blond and curly. He was no stranger to me.

  • I... I came to visit a relative. - Said dryly, not wanting to talk about me.

  • You don't remember me, do you? He chuckled, looking at me in the mirror.

  • No... - I said, confused, trying to revive the memory.

  • I served you three draft beers this past night: chocolate with pepper, cherry and mint.

I laughed:

  • I remembered you... The bartender who warned me that I would get drunk.

  • By the way, I didn't see her dancing naked on the floor. – He joked.

  • Before I did that. My night was bad. - I put my phone in my bag.

  • Didn't like Babylon? This is not common.

  • Well… I'm still trying to understand how you remember the order of my drinks – I arched an eyebrow – How about you pass me a little of your good memory?

  • I don't usually remember everyone's drink... Only the most important ones.

  • And I don't usually fall for sung like that. – I was sincere, making it clear that I would not fall for his seduction game.

  • If I say that I don't usually use this to conquer someone, would you believe me? – He smiled sweetly, showing white and lined teeth, matching his very full lips.

  • I'll try to believe that you have a good memory, period.

  • And I really am, I won't deny it. But I still wonder how you got so far in such a short time.

  • I came to visit my grandmother... Long story. But I'm worried about finding you as my driver... I wonder if you slept or came straight to your other job? My life is at risk... Like if you fall asleep while driving?

He laughed:

  • I'm responsible. I got home at seven in the morning. Slept until five. I made the first run to the neighboring town. Then you called. If I'm lucky, I won't be leaving the capital for the rest of the night.

  • So today you won't be a bartender? App driver only?

  • Off... A Saturday in life, another in death. I can say that you were very lucky to have me as your driver this early evening, young lady. – Laughed.

  • Holy shit – I mocked – Two jobs. They must pay the employees of Babylon badly as hell.

  • Life is not easy. To have something, you have to give up some things. In this case, I give up leisure. I aim to raise money.

  • To... - I was curious.

  • I want to leave for Noriah South.

I arched an eyebrow in surprise.

  • It's usually the other way around. People from Noriah South want to come to Noriah North... Due to better job opportunities.

  • Yes ... But I have a reason to want to go.

  • Love?

  • Love. - He confirmed, wrinkling his forehead.

I sighed:

  • Ok, you're forgiven if that's the reason... What's your name again?

  • Actually I haven't said yet. He glanced at me.

  • I'm Barbara. But you can call me Babi.

  • I'm Daniel, but you can call me Dani, in case you find me in another race or in Babilônia, when you ask for a beer. Or even in a square, in another bar... In your house.

I rolled my eyes:

  • I don't know if I'll go back there ... In fact, the possibility of me going back is almost zero.

  • Wow, must have really hated it.

  • The place doesn't... The people do.

  • Rich people aren't always nice.

  • And what makes you think I'm not? Has poor writing on my forehead? - I laughed, sure of his answer.

  • I'm sorry if I offended you. It wasn't my intention... Rich woman who uses app car paying by credit card. He held himself back from laughing as he spoke.

  • All right, I'm kidding. I crashed... I have a friend who works there.

  • Hmm... Service entrance?

  • Yes.

  • We've all done it. - He laughed.

  • I... I think I may have had problems with the owner of Babylon and his wife.

  • Wife? – he wrinkled his forehead – Are you talking about Heitor Casanova?

  • Yes, I think so. The man who is in pictures all over the gigantic wall with the famous people who have been to Babylon.

  • He is not married. He's engaged.

  • Okay, whatever. Honestly, I didn't like his bride, the peroxide blonde. I know she dances so fucking good, but she's a...

  • His fiancée is not blonde. Is brunette. And she doesn't dance.

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