章 57: A HARASSED... AND A MOTHER WHO IS VERY ANNOYING

— IZAN was a few miles away when he noticed something and stopped the car. Liliana Cota saw with sharp eyes when she drove her car near Izan's SUV. — "Get out." — Izan shouted demandingly. When he got out threateningly, and opened the door of the vehicle he was driving.

— Liliana got out of her car. She looked like a girl who had done something wrong. Her face was bright red, and she looked at Izan, not knowing what to do.

—"Captain Marsans, did you know that she had been following you?" — Dr. Liliana Cota asked, afraid of the answer.

—"Liliana Cota, with your mediocre skills, don't you think I would notice? They named me 'CAPTAIN' for nothing?" Izan Marsans responded with a lot of arrogance and indifference in his voice. Stones to the very waters of the sea, no matter how hard and cold it was.

— Liliana Cota had nothing to lose, she had already been discovered, as well as humiliated by being called mediocre so coldly, so she continued ahead, "That's right. Izan I have been following you. I heard from the political commissar that you are on leave today, so come and see if you will go and meet Amaranta on your break." — He was full of jealousy at that moment as he declared what he was doing a few moments ago.

— "I knew you were waiting outside Amaranta's grandmother's house since this morning, I just wanted to know how far you would go," Izan Marsans, of course.

— Izan Marsans wanted to drag Liliana Cota out of where she had been hiding since the trick he saw her, but he was worried that Amaranta might misunderstand the relationship he had with Liliana Cota, he didn't want her to have a bad time thinking too much because of this woman. That was why he had allowed Liliana Cota to stalk them until this hour.

— "Captain Marsans, I just want to know why he rejected me when I confessed that I love him… Izan, tell me why you are still willing to go shopping, eat a birthday cake, watch a movie and stay at that girl's flat?" "— It was impossible for Izan Marsans to see the jealous face that Liliana showed at this moment, his face distorted as he asked with so much contempt about what he did with Amaranta throughout the day, incredible, this woman was simply irrational, and so she dared to appear before him, she was shameless.

Jealousy …

— Liliana Cota's expression was full of jealousy. When she saw how Izan Marsans had looked at Amaranta with such gentleness in her eyes, when he saw how she went into the store to buy the cake, by then she was full of anger… he never saw her that way. .

— Why did Captain Marsans always look at her with eyes so cold and insensitive to her, Liliana Cota, her childhood companion, the woman who loved him since her tender youth?

* Why did Captain Marsans look at Amaranta with such gentle and loving eyes, who was that girl?

— "Liliana Cota, you should really look in the mirror and see how you look right now." Izan Marsans' voice was cold and callous. Liliana Cota felt that she meant nothing to him.

But her heart…her heart was full of him. She liked it. She loved him.

— She couldn't control how he felt. The more she stayed with him, the more he liked her.

— "Captain Marsans, I want to be with you," declared Liliana Cota. "I like you. I'm not going to give up. I'll compete fairly with Amaranta!" Liliana declared openly.

— Izan Marsans was left speechless. He didn't know what to say to Liliana Cota. He only adored Amaranta as if she were his younger sister. However, he knew that it was impossible to reason with a woman in the state that Liliana Cota found herself in, he did not want to provoke a Liliana Cota.

It wasn't because he was afraid of her.

— "Liliana, even if you compete fairly with a thousand or ten thousand women, I won't do it… I won't be with you, I don't like you."

"But why? What's wrong with me?" — Liliana Cota felt once again hurt by Izan Marsans' rejection.

— "Don't you know? If this happens again, I will submit an application to the political commissar for a new psychologist, it is not normal, not what are you doing." Foolish person.

— Liliana Cota was left alone where she had been. She looked at the wide river in the distance. The setting sun had long since hidden, the moon was shining reflected on the surface of the river. It looked as if someone had sprinkled silver dust on the surface of the water.

— Liliana Cota leaned against her car. Her eyes were terribly empty. She felt a great loneliness, an emptiness so strong that it hurt until she could say enough, she saw the silver light of the moonbeams reflecting in the calm waters of the river, she could not let this love go like this. She had been adored since she was a little girl, and she had always got what she wanted… And right now what she wanted most was Izan Marsans, and she wouldn't take, no. for an answer!

Liliana Cota seemed to have thought things through. She returned to her car and drove in the opposite direction of Izan Marsans. The night was beautiful in the small, quiet town. However, Liliana was not in the mood to enjoy it. And Amaranta spending time together crossed her mind. Her jealousy ate away at her.

The various images play like a beautiful but heartbreaking film. When Liliana finally came to her senses, her car was already parked below Amaranta's flat.

Liliana got out of the car.

She walked towards the terrace that was before reaching the stairs that led to Amaranta's flat.

— Liliana Cotase stayed at the foot of the stairs for a while. The cool night breeze caressed her face. She hesitated for a moment before beginning to walk once more, preparing to climb the stairs.

She had only climbed less than three steps when she saw Amaranta holding a small basket as she approached a unit on the third floor.

"Hit, hit."

— Amaranta knocked on the door. Someone opened the door. Amaranta sweetly said to Alberto's mother: "Hello, Madam, I am your son Alberto's classmate. Thank you for helping us find a place to stay for a while. My grandmother was baking these buns. Please try them." .

Alberto's mother was wearing a housedress, with a robe over her dress. She had a mask on her face. When she saw Amaranta, she took off her mask and saw Amaranta in a very hostile manner.

She-she Immediately she said in a very bad way-"Amaranta, do you have time to talk to me?"

— Mrs. Ortega took the basket of buns and placed it on a table. She gestured for Amaranta to sit down.

"Amaranta," she began, "I want you to stay away from my son, Alberto."

— Mrs. Ortega's words worried Amaranta. "Madam, what do you mean?" she asked.

— "I want to say that I hope my son does not hang out with classmates as inappropriate and indecent as you… If you don't see me like that, like you," Mrs. Ortega emphasized. "Do you understand what I mean?"

— There was a crash sound in Amaranta's head. She felt as if something had exploded in her mind. "Mrs. Ortega, I think you might be wrong!"

— "I'm not wrong," said Mrs. Ortega firmly. "Amaranta, my son, is an innocent and honest child. He doesn't know how to say no to others, and he doesn't know how to reject a girl as light as you. I hope you don't use studying as an excuse to get closer to my son in the future." future, and stop talking to my husband. Stay away from my family.

— Amaranta bit her lips. What had she done to make Alberto Ortega's mother hate her? Thoughts ran through Amaranta's head. "I'm sorry for bothering you." Amaranta said this last thing and left that house where she was calling her just another woman.

— Martha Ortega shouted for Amaranta. "Amaranta Cid, you still haven't promised to do what I told you!"

— "I…" Amaranta inhaled deeply and then continued: "It's okay, Mrs. Ortega. I will not start any conversation with your son, Alberto. I will not look for him, either. You can trust my word. Will that do?" Amaranta asked, without knowing actually, why was I responding that way to this lady.

— "Yes. You can go now!" Martha Ortega responded with as much pride as a woman who could not hide her revulsion towards a poor girl could muster.

— Martha Ortega sat on the couch after Amaranta left. She saw the buns on the table and threw them, including the basket, into the dustbin. She opened a door. Alberto left her room. He looked at the buns in the container and carefully picked them up. He didn't care that the buns were already in the rubbish, and he took a bite of one.

— He was really a weak man.

— He simply stayed there, doing nothing. He didn't have the guts to tell his mother how much he liked her…

** That he liked to talk to her.

**That she liked how she looked when she smiled.

**That she liked how she looked when she was happy.

** That he liked everything about her.

— She, No, she dared to do it. He really was a weak and honourably cowardly man. Tears silently slid down his cheeks as he continued eating the bun.

— Martha Ortega returned to the living room when she finished her skin care routine. Like a hungry pet.

— "Alberto, what are you doing!?" — Martha snatched the bun from her son's hand.

— "I threw them in the rubbish. Don't you care that they're dirty?" — Alberto's smile reached her eyes. He gladly replied, "I don't!", tears falling from his tender eyes.

— So, regardless of this, her mother continues with a pejorative conversation "Okay, Alberto. Since you have heard everything, then let me tell you. Don't hang out with inappropriate and immoral girls like Amaranta in the future."

— Alberto looked at his mother. Nothing?"

— Martha She was filled with anger and said, "There are harsher things I have yet to say to her, so don't expect me to stay silent!"