Dimelo Papi | Zabdiel De Jesus

Chapter 96: Sentimental

Camila

5•10•2016

I'm not happy. No soy feliz.

Let me rephrase that, I'm not completely happy. Yes, Zabdiel's love makes me feel on top of the stars but the absence of my dad is what is making me feel incomplete. I haven't even spoken to my father in over a month. I thought he would get over it but clearly he hasn't. What makes it worse is that I haven't seen Gerardo and my mom either. I was used to seeing Emily everyday but now I only see her as much as we can because she now lives with William.

"Mi amor, ¿no te gusto la comida?" Zabdiel asks me as we're having lunch.

"Te agradezco que me trajiste comida pero no tengo hambre." I tell him.

"Ándale flaca, come." He insists.

"No tengo ganas." I say.

"Siempre es la misma maldita cosa contigo!" Zabdiel begins to yell. "Ya no quieres comer, no quieres hacer nada! Crees que disfruto estar así contigo? Parezco tu niñero, no tu novio. Ya ha pasado más de un mes, supéralo!"

Wow, I can't believe what he just said to me. I have no words for what he just said. He's always been so supportive during my rough times and right now, he isn't.

"Te escogí a ti sobre mi padre!" I yell and then begin to cry. I'm angry and I don't want to cry in front of Zabdiel any longer so I run as fast as I can to our room upstairs and lock the door.

"Camila, abre la puerta." Zabdiel knocks on the door.

"No, vete!" I yell.

"Por favor Camila!" He begs. "No me hagas tener que tumbar la puerta."

"Pues haz lo que quieras pero no te voy hablar." I say while I'm laying down on my bed trying to stop myself from crying.

"Solo te dije eso enojado. Perdóname, no quise decirlo. Sé que lo que hice fue mal pero no fue mi intención." He says.

"Qué bueno que te diste cuenta que lo que dijiste no estuvo bien. Se acabó la discusión, déjame en paz." I tell him.

I think he listened to me and is walking away because I hear his footsteps getting quieter and quieter. Moments later I am proved wrong when I hear his footsteps once again. I now here him playing his guitar just outside the door. I instantly recognize the song he's singing and it is "Eso y Más" by Joan Sebastian, one of my favorite songs.

"No creas que esto va a funcionar!" I say.

"Me contaron de Romeo y Julieta y pensé, que hermoso cuento y ahora resulta que es más grande y que es más bello esto, esto que por ti yo siento. Cruzare los montes, los rios, los valles por irte encontrar, salvaría tormentas, ciclones, dragones sin exagerar por poder mirarme en tus ojos bonitos y vivir la gloria de estar a tu lado por que en mi ya siento que te necesito
que me he enamorado." He sings while playing on his guitar.

I would tell him to go but I'm enjoying his singing too much. I'm supposed to be mad at him but I just can't.

"Si, seria un honor ay amor ser tu esclavo seria tu juguete por mi voluntad y si un dia glorioso en tus brazos acabo que felicidad." He finishes the song.

I've been sitting on the floor with my back rested on the door the whole time just like him. The only thing separating our backs is the door. No matter how much I want to open, I won't. I know he will leave eventually...