Chapter 7 Rodrigo's P.O.V.
Peace and quiet is most certainly required to finish a painting.
I slowly dipped my paintbrush into my jar of water. Then I dipped it into light green paint. I then gently continued to paint a meadow I was working on.
My phone vibrated and screen lit up with a notification.
'Nuriyah (2)' it read.
Peace and quiet did not apply to her.
I unlocked my phone and I was about to read her message, when someone peeked over my shoulder and said sneakily: "She's rather pretty."
I immediately pressed the lock button turning the screen off so Rafael's eyes wouldn't dare try to glance at the picture of Nuriyah I had as my wallpaper. I picked up my paintbrush again and I'm about to paint the a stroke of grass when Rafael asked: "Was it your idea?"
"I have many ideas Rafael, you're going to have to more specific?"
"Fran left me."
"What?!"
"Was it your idea, Rodrigo?" he asked again, this time inviting himself to sit on my bed.
"First of all, Francesca does what she thinks is best for her kids. Secondly, do you really think I'd do something to separate a child from his or her parents, after all the things I've gone through?" I questioned, feeling sick that he would think so lowly of me.
"Oh shut up!" he said, laying down and looking up at my painted ceiling. He covered his face with his hat. "I love her so much. It makes no sense! Why did she kick me out?"
"Well, besides your excessive flirting with other women and gambling away all her savings, I also can't see a reason that would make sense to me," I said sarcastically.
"What do you even know about love?" he retorted.
"More than you do, that's sure," I replied.
"Since when are you such a philosopher?" sniggered Sara. She had once again slithered into my room.
I made a mental note to add it to the list of things I should lock.
"And WHO are you?" Rafael asked, immediately sitting up, a completely different man from the defeated one I saw only seconds ago.
"I'm Sara, Rodrigo's half sister,"she replied, then added, almost under hear breath, "Unfortunately."
He then took her hand and kissed it.
"I'm Rafael, that is Rafael at your service."
"If I had known you had so many beautiful woman around here, I would have visited more often."
Seriously? I raised an eyebrow. This so believable, the guy flirts with anything that wears a short skirt.
"Oh no, he has eyes only for one woman, even if she might be a witch," retorted Sara.
Again, I stopped my paintbrush just before it reached the canvas.
Today was not a good day for painting, I could feel it. I sighed and hung back my head.
"Sounds exactly like his type, not to be conceited or anything but I have better taste," Rafael replied to Sara who giggled.
I sort of felt bad for her, knowing that Rafael would forget about her the moment he leaves. They continued to talk and I looked away from them and out the window, up at the sky: a plane flew by and as small of sign it was, it was still a sign.
