Othon
The night is progressing, and how much I've already drunk is a mystery to me. I'm in a state of relaxation that only vacations can provide. I still maintain enough sobriety to admire the natural beauty before me. And when I talk about natural beauty, I'm not exactly thinking about nature itself. I make this observation to my friends, who laugh in response.
"The problem is you only keep looking, Othon," Colin complains.
"And I don't understand why. Are you saving yourself for the love of your life?" The question comes from Noah, who grimaces just at the mention of the word "love."
"Maybe…" I give the same answer as always.
The atmosphere is quite lively on another day of vacation in Fernando de Noronha. Colin, Noah, and I are making the most of this paradise of sun and sea. We're completely different, but from the moment we met, we became inseparable friends, always choosing the same destination for our vacations.
I continue sipping my drink calmly when I notice the entrance of a goddess. The girl is simply stunning. Black, with long curly hair and a sculpted body, a perfect vision of exuberance. My friends notice my change of expression and follow my gaze, coming face to face with the same impressive sight that captured me.
"Who is that goddess?" I ask, almost whispering, but with excitement evident in my voice.
My friends laugh again, realizing that something unusual is about to happen. It's amazing how a presence can change the course of an already fun night.
My eyes can't seem to stray from the woman who caught my attention, but I notice she is quite reserved. Her gaze remains fixed on the people in her group, composed of five women, all incredibly beautiful. However, my attention is fully focused on her in particular. She is the vision dominating my thoughts on this night in Fernando de Noronha.
"I'm completely enchanted," I confess to my friends.
Othon, bluntly, says something I feared:
"I'm sorry to say, but she doesn't seem to reciprocate your interest."
Noah, adding to the sincerity of the moment, opines:
"In fact, she doesn't seem interested in meeting anyone tonight."
In a moment of self-awareness, I realize that the three of us are focusing on my girl and discussing her. However, she doesn't even glance in our direction, just like her friends also seems oblivious to our existence.
"Maybe she's just a lesbian," Noah suggests, studying the situation with a critical eye.
Even in the face of uncertainty suggested by my friends, I maintain the conviction that this isn't the case. I persist in my attempt to capture her attention.
"I'm more than willing to bet she'll succumb to my charms," I assert, determined, as my beloved's eyes continue to avoid mine.
My friends respond with laughter and wishes of good luck when I announce that I'm going to try to approach her. With a confident smile, I begin my journey toward the woman who is stirring my senses, fully determined to win her gaze amidst the crowd at the bar.
Reaching the group of women proved more challenging than I imagined, given the crowded venue. Loud music, laughter, and lively conversations create a chaotic scene, making it difficult for me to pass through. However, determined, I maneuver through the crowd, keeping my focus on reaching my girl amidst the hustle and bustle.
Just one step away from her, my heart races with the anticipation of the impending encounter, especially when I notice she is now alone, her friends seeming to have suddenly disappeared. However, my path is abruptly interrupted by a man who appears in front of me, inviting her to dance. The girl declines, but the man persists, offering her a drink. Again, she refuses, and the situation becomes more uncomfortable when the man becomes pushy, grabbing her arm.
Understanding the need to intervene when the young woman politely asks him to release her arm, I approach boldly:
"Didn't you hear the lady?" I ask firmly. "Let her go."
The man, visibly agitated, responds defiantly:
"Get lost, man! I got here first!"
I realize from his disjointed speech that he has had more to drink than he should have, and I decide to be more assertive, blatantly lying:
"I think you didn't understand, but she's with me."
The girl looks at me, surprised and grateful at the same time. The man seems momentarily taken aback but releases her arm.
"You should take better care of what's yours, idiot," he says, annoyed, and finally walks away.
"I was cursed at, but you managed to get rid of that guy," I say, and my smile is entirely sincere.
My muse is even more stunning up close; I am captivated. I hope my intervention was enough to ward off the unwanted intruder and, at the same time, create an opportunity to talk to the woman who captured my heart that night in Fernando de Noronha.
"I'm Othon," I introduce myself. "And you are...?"
I extend my hand to the young woman who captured my heart, feeling it almost skip a beat at her hesitation to accept my gesture of courtesy. I breathe a sigh of relief when she finally responds.
"Karen," she says without much conviction.
"Karen," I savor the name, which fits her perfectly, and I can't resist offering an honest compliment: "It's a beautiful name."
The expression on her face betrays a certain discomfort, and I immediately regret complimenting her name. I'm not naive. I know that many men use this subterfuge to win over women, but I was totally sincere. I apologize immediately, although she brushes it off with a simple "thank you," claiming she's already leaving.
I'm certain it was just an excuse not to continue the conversation because until I arrived, she didn't seem about to leave. However, I have no choice but to bid farewell and return to my friends. I don't want to be another one imposing my presence on her, like the other man who approached.
"It was a pleasure to meet you, Karen," again, I wasn't just speaking out of courtesy.
I regret that my approach wasn't well received and turn away disheartened, ready to walk back to my friends. However, before I can take the first step, I hear my name being called. Surprised, I quickly turn back to Karen.
I stare at her expectantly, waiting for what she has to say.
“Would you... like a drink?”
Consternation overtakes me at Karen's unexpected offer, but I quickly try to disguise it. My face lights up with genuine surprise, and for a moment, I'm at a loss for words.
“Oh, thank you!” I express my gratitude, accepting the drink. “I would love to.”
Karen smiles lightly, and for an instant, our eyes meet. A new energy seems to hang in the air, and my heart, which moments ago was disheartened, now beats faster with the possibility of something unexpected and intriguing happening that night.
KarenUpon opening my eyes in an unfamiliar setting, confusion immediately settled into my mind. I tried to move, but I noticed the presence of a strange arm around me. A shiver ran down my spine; after all, the vivid memory is that I no longer have a fiancé. So whose arm could it be?Moving cautiously, the evident presence of someone behind me revealed itself, warm breath blowing on my neck, which I only noticed at that moment. With caution, I managed to turn around and came face to face with the man who was embracing me. The memory of the moments at the bar flooded back all at once. The man sharing the bed with me was Othon, a handsome and kind man I met when he helped me out of an uncomfortable situation with a drunkard at the bar.As I sighed, frustration overcame me as I realized I had spent the night in bed with a stranger. The fact that I now knew his name didn't change the reality that I met him yesterday and now I'm sharing a bed with him. I surveyed the hotel room Othon had
KarenI looked at Camila with a mix of emotions. Horror and happiness mingled within me as I absorbed the news, and I was soon rewarded with a strong, tight hug."You're going to be a mom, Karen!" my friend said softly, the emotion evident in her words."Yes..." It was all I could say. "I'm going to be a mother."That word sounds so beautiful, but at that moment, it left me scared.The magnitude of the word, "mother," resonated deeply within me. It's a role that carries immense responsibility, the gift of giving life and caring for another human being. The awe of the new reality began to blend with joy.I couldn't understand how this could have happened. Othon and I used protection every time we had sex that night, but when my cycle was weeks late, I did not doubt taking a pregnancy test. Everything was happening in my life at that moment, and a pregnancy would only crown all those changes.I wondered if I would be ready for this if I would be able to offer everything my future child
Five Years LaterOthon ArraesI gaze out the window of my new house, lost in thought. I reflect on the twists and turns, or rather, the absence of them in the last six years of my life. A sense of stagnation seems to have set in, as if time had decided to freeze just as Karen, that name echoing in my mind, vanished without a trace.Accepting the position of director at Curitiba's largest hospital was, in a way, a desperate attempt to introduce some significant change into my existence. I feel tired, not only physically, but also from this relentless search for the mysterious woman who has become the protagonist of my most vivid memories.That night in Fernando de Noronha was a turning point. The feeling of having nothing more than a name to pursue is suffocating. Every corner of Curitiba seems to carry the expectation of finding her. But how do you search for someone when all you have is an intense memory and a name tossed to the wind? I sigh deeply, aware that the answers I seek are
KarenArriving home after an exhausting twenty-four-hour shift, exhaustion settles into every fiber of my being. What I desire most, in fact, is simply to rest. But, as is customary when I return home, consciousness sets in: I have a six-year-old son who longs for my attention after so many hours apart.With a strength bordering on superhuman, after taking a shower to wake up and a hot bowl of soup, I muster enough energy to collapse onto the living room carpet, a silent invitation for Otávio's playtime. His eyes shine with anticipation, and even in the face of my exhaustion, I search within myself for the energy needed to share that moment with him.The outlines of a puzzle spread out before us, and I, barely able to keep my eyes open, try to focus on the task at hand. Little Otávio, with his boundless energy, seems not to grasp the extent of my exhaustion. He shows me piece by piece, and with a forced smile, I dive into the activity, offering what little patience and attention I hav
OthonThe workday at the hospital was exhausting, and when I finally got home, the last thing on my mind was walking my dog. The reason was simple: I was about to receive guests. My friends were coming to see my new house, and I thought the least I could do was prepare dinner for all of us. For this reason, I had to resist Bart's insistent appeals that early evening.Colin and Noah, however, surprised me by arriving earlier than I expected. Faced with this unexpected anticipation and Bart's incessant barking, I made a quick decision: someone had to give in and take the dog for a walk. It wouldn't be me, not that night.— Noah, my friend, I think you've won the "honor" of taking Bart for a walk today. He's practically begging.Noah laughed, accepting the challenge, and I could see Bart jumping for joy at the prospect of finally going for a walk outside. As they moved away, I dove into the task of preparing something for dinner. Colin joined me, and soon we were sipping on some drinks w
KarenWhen I arrived home that evening, I was met with the hilarious sight of Camila still in front of my house, engrossed with Otávio. A spontaneous laugh escaped me, unable to believe that Camila had actually come to my house with the sole purpose of meeting the new neighbor. Our laughter echoed through the quiet neighborhood as we entered the house.My mother, always helpful, took responsibility for looking after Otávio, allowing Camila and me to head to my room. I disguised my curiosity but secretly longed to know how Camila's encounter with the new neighbor went. As I took a shower, Camila settled on the edge of the tub, remaining silent, just watching me attentively with a playful smile on her face."Tell me already, Camila! I'm dying to know how the meeting with the new neighbor went," I pleaded, trying to focus on washing my hair while eagerly awaiting her response.Camila laughed at my impatience, still sporting a mischievous smile."Well, actually, I didn't have the privileg
OthonThe routine of a hospital the size of Central Hospital always holds unwelcome surprises, but today is particularly hectic. I wouldn't be surprised if another challenge presented itself at any moment.As I try to quell the chaotic situations around me, my secretary interrupts my thoughts with information that initially bewilders me. Miss Buarque is waiting for the interview that, for some reason, I agreed to conduct this morning. A quick wave of self-criticism hits me, questioning why on earth I agreed to interview the daughter of my kind neighbors on such a chaotic day.The Buárques, Mr. Átila, and Mrs. Margareth are those people who radiate warmth. Since I moved into the house next to theirs, encountering them at the end of the day has become a kind of routine in my daily life. Additionally, I cannot ignore the sweet feeling that little Otávio's presence captivates in my heart. His complaints about how much his mother works and how little time she spends at home always tug at m
KarenI walk briskly through the bustling corridors, deliberately ignoring Othon's repeated calls. Anger boils inside me, blaming fate for putting us face to face so unpleasantly. In the distance, I spot the open elevator cabin, a momentary opportunity to escape him. I didn't want to talk; there were no words to be exchanged. I would prefer to spend the rest of my life without facing that liar's face again.I entered the elevator hastily, desperately trying to close the doors before Othon could get any closer. My aversion to any interaction with him was evident, but luck was not on my side. I wasn't fortunate enough to escape forever from the treacherous fate that brought us together. Othon, in an arrogant manner, held the elevator doors and entered the cabin against my will, provoking a snort of anger from me.