Semua Bab MY FRIENDS FATHER: Bab 111 - Bab 120

Carolina AlcântaraThe days passed so quickly that many things happened. I was discharged and went back home with Hassan by my side, while Bruno teased him with every new round of coffee. But I knew that this nervousness was because our trip to Sudan was approaching. There was something he hadn’t told me yet, but he made it clear that I would like it and understand, since he seemed quite calm about it.Hector came to our house, and from the way they arrived, badly hurt, it was clear they had been ambushed, with poor Miguel taking the worst of it. But I was surprised when a beautiful brunette entered my house, clearly worried about Hector, swearing as much as she could in Greek. To my surprise, I found out that she had been Bonnie’s assistant and, by chance, had been hired by Hector a few years ago.I loved hearing her story, how much she had to overcome and accept that even when fame dazzles you and urges you to move forward. Sometimes, though very rarely, you have to stop and look ba

Hassan Al-MakkiIt had been many years since I last returned home. Coming here brings back memories of that day, the day I lost my wife and my baby. That moment still hurts in my memories. It was painful for me and for my parents, who also loved my wife. In the beginning, it was hard for my father to accept my departure. It took him some time to understand that being here was causing me pain.Seeing Sayidati insist on walking to make a good impression made me understand what Bruno had said about it, but what could I say to her at that moment? I know she must be filled with insecurities because of the situation we are living. I wish Bruno were here to hear the story of my life through my father and not through me.My heart beats like a jackhammer with the happiness of seeing my father standing there. I noticed he was passing the beads of his masbaha between his fingers faster than usual, and I’m sure he was as anxious as I was at that moment. It’s been almost ten years since we last sa

Carolina AlcântaraI’m enchanted by everything I’ve seen since we arrived here in Sudan. I find the desert landscapes beautiful, and the camels walking through the city are probably there for the tourists on the dunes. I knew it was extremely hot during the day here, and that it could get very cold at night.After hearing about Hassan’s life from Bruno on a video call, I’m as shocked as my husband. The revelation that Hassan is the son of a throuple makes it clear how he could accept so easily sharing the relationship we are just starting.As for Bruno, even though he agreed to include Hassan in our marriage because he loves me, despite being a bit vengeful, I’ve just realized that I’m in love with Hassan. I can understand how distressed Bruno must be, with his possessive side.Even though I wanted to stay and talk, I was quite restless with the heat I was feeling. The dress I was wearing is long and has long sleeves, with heavy fabric, and I felt suffocated. From time to time, Hassan

Bruno AlcântaraDuring the days I spent with our children while Carol went to Sudan with Hassan, I had plenty of time to reflect and come to terms with everything that had happened in our marriage over the past five years. I had fully immersed myself in our lives, taking on my role as the CEO of “SMOKE” and neglecting my duty as her husband.I made the mistake of not realizing that I left too much room for my wife to throw herself completely into her obligations, like Switzerland, where she was constantly called to attend formalities or intervene in negotiations. Just like in Berlin, when Fritz, during another one of his episodes, tried to remove Saymon from his position as the head of the German mafia.Carol went to help my mother persuade Fritz and maintain the façade of his sanity before everyone else. I knew that at some point, people would find out Fritz was losing his mind and someone else would have to take his place. This possibility began to trouble me, especially the idea th

Bruno AlcântaraI brush a strand of hair away from her face and once again see the woman I fell in love with so many years ago. The woman with her dilemmas, yet still confident about what she wanted.“Yes, I thought about doing it through fertilization and choosing the sex…” she says, hesitantly.I nod and do what I’m certain she expected from me: give her my support.“We can look for treatment in Europe, far from everyone’s eyes,” I say, lifting her chin and kissing her lovingly.I see the sparkle in her eyes change, now appearing confused. I wait, hoping she feels comfortable enough to share what’s on her mind.“What happened to make you change so drastically?” she asks, smiling.I could shrug it off and avoid answering her question, but what Carol told our children is true: we need to be honest. Within these walls and in our bed, everything must remain sacred to me. So, I decided to tell my wife about the decisions I’ve made in my life.I could accept the life Carol has chosen, bri