𝑰𝑵 𝑭𝑬𝑳𝑰𝑿 '𝑺 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑫 [english]

4.

Since he had learned to write, Felix began to transcribe the stories that his good friends told him. The moments they lived together, everything was there. And the years went by, filling more and more pages of Felix's diary, thus developing a great love for writing, almost as great as the love he had for his friends.

He was already 17 years old. That's right, it had been over 10 years since he had met them.

"Felix, hi! We thought you wouldn't come today" Nahuel shouted and ran with Lautaro towards him.

"I left school a little late, that's why I didn't come earlier" the boy explained.

"And shouldn't you go home?" Lautaro asked.

"Yeah... Won't your parents be mad at you?" Nahuel wanted to know, showing himself extremely worried, something that caused Felix tenderness.

In addition to tenderness, the redhead felt nostalgia. He couldn't believe that it had been so many years since they knew each other. He saw his friends keeping that aspect of little children... They looked the same as 12 years ago, in fact, they were all the same. Time only passed for Felix. It was something truly incredible.

"I can stay for a while." he told the children as he sat on the floor and arranged his backpack to use it as a pillow.

"Oh but come to play soccer!" asked the smallest.

"Maybe tomorrow, okay? I'm a little tired. Also, I have to leave in a while, so we wouldn't be able to finish the game today. But you should go! I see you from here, and tomorrow we play, okay?" the teenager replied, trying not to close his eyes.

And he stayed watching the game for a few minutes. He let out a big sigh as he watched the children play, the others chatting around, and the animals taking a quiet nap.

From one moment to another he felt something oppressing his chest. His eyes reddened as did his cheeks, which were wet from a few tears. He felt strange, and he didn't know why.

Then, Latifa approached him.

"What's wrong, Felix?" she asked, looking at him with the same tenderness with which she saw him cry when he was 5 years old after having scraped his knee while playing.

He wiped away his tears quickly, in a foolish attempt not to let the woman see them. He remained silent for a few seconds, and finally he spoke: "I don't know... At first I felt a little nostalgic because, you know, it's been more than 10 years since I've known you..." Latifa nodded and smiled. "And now... Now I don't know. I feel like something is going to happen to me, but I don't know what it is" said Felix looking at the horizon.

A small smile settled on his face for an instant. The colors of the sunset were mixed providing a beautiful sight. Since he was a child, seeing that gave him some peace of mind.

That sight did not reassure the woman much. "Are you worried... Scared, or...?"

Felix thought about it for a few seconds. "No... I mean, I feel like it's something bad maybe? Like something is going to change, a lot... But still, for some reason, I don't feel scared".

Latifa sighed trying to eliminate some of the worry she felt. "Maktub" she released in a whisper.

"What?" Felix questioned.

"Maktub: it was written. What is destined to be, will always find a way to manifest itself, even if it seems impossible. Whatever happens in your life, no matter what, it doesn't happen by chance. The reason is that there is something you need to do, or perhaps understand, and it all comes from a divine design".

"Why are you telling me all that?" he wanted to know.

"Because I have a feeling similar to yours, and I don't like that you have it..." she laughed slightly. "Unlike my family, I wasn't very religious, nor did I believe in such things much, but look at you here... This is... This is incredible. I've watched you grow for the past 12 years... Until now I haven't been able to figure out the reason behind your meeting with us, or what kind of things it might bring into your life, but I'm sure it will be something big... And I want you to be sure of that, Felix". Suddenly her eyes, framed by a dark eyeliner crystallized. Despite that, she smiled and reached out to wipe the boy's cheeks.

Her words helped the pressure Felix felt in his chest to ease. Latifa was very intuitive, and if she said that things would be fine, then they would be.

"Maktub". Felix repeated in a whisper.