chapter 19

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Jorge's pov

J: I'm going to work now, bye

*I was about to leave but Tini held my hand and pulled me back on the bed*

T: Aren't you tired? Don't you wanna stay at home?

J: No, I need to go

T: Tell me that you're okay and I will let you

J: I am okay. Just my head hurts a bit.

T: I'll call to Mechi so she will tell the director that you're staying home

J: No! I-I will call there

*She nodded and walked to the kitchen. I quickly dialed the phone number of Alex, my colleague and recently my only friend at the same age as me*

J: Alex, it's me, Jorge

A: Hey, are you ready to go? We can meet and go there together

J: Well, I can't go today. Will you take care of it?

A: Are you kidding me? Jorge, you'll leave me?

J: Don't make drama. There are more men going with you

A: Ugh. Let me guess. You don't want to say no to your girlfriend

J: Yeah. Kinda.

A: Okay, I'll make it somehow. But this is the last time.

J: Thank you! Talk to you soon

A: Bye

*I hang up and Tini walked in*

T: Done?

J: Yes

T: Good

*She left and I made another phone call. Then I heard Tini from downstairs*

T: Lunch!!

*I jogged downstairs and sat at the table*

T: You're fast

J: Yes, I am, that means I can go to work

T: No. I said no and you do what I say

J: I can do whatever I want

T: Okay, I will change the sentence. You want to stay at home.

J: Love you though

*I said as she placed the lunch in front of me. I pulled her on my lap and started eating*

T: Is it good?

J: You never cared if it's good. But yes, it is. Oh, I have a surprise.

T: Huh?

J: I wanted to give it to you later but let's use the time now.

*After lunch, when the dishes were washed, I covered Tini's eyes. I helped her to sit on the wooden chair and placed her hands on the piano. When she pushed one note, she opened her eyes and smiled*

T: How did you get this huge thing in our living room?

J: That's a secret. This piano is for us. Do you like it?

T: I love it!

*She hugged me and pecked my lips. Then we played and sang*

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