A Love From The Past

The sound from the loudspeaker announces. - Attention passengers, sit in your seats, fasten your seat belts, we are going to land in London in a moment. Rose sighs deeply. After so many years, she is back in the country. He looks to his side, and his most precious asset is there, sleeping peacefully. Who knew that years ago, she would leave her city humiliated, destroyed and heartbroken pregnant with the person who made her suffer the most before leaving and who said she loved her the most. Her little angel with blonde hair, just 5 years old, is her world. Your world is blue and in all the colors of the rainbow. Your little angel Kevin. He never knew of that boy's existence. And for her, you'll never know. The boy, however, wishes with all his heart to have a father. He really wants his real father, but because of the sadness he sees in his mother's eyes every time he talks to the only person in the family who hasn't turned her back on him after everything he's been through, his aunt Amelia, he doesn't care. question to meet him. He wants a new daddy. A father who not only loves him like a son, but also loves his mother like a queen. As soon as the plane lands, Rose unbuckles her little one and picks him up after she is ready to take him out of there. I didn't imagine that after years I would be back there. She sighs and whispers in her beautiful boy's ear. - Here we are, my little one. Only this job really made me come back here. Hugging his mother, he settles his little face a little more between his collarbone. Their coziness is so good. Rose didn't expect anyone to be waiting for her at that early hour. I never imagined that I would have the displeasure of seeing again who hurt her the most. But she saw him. The moment their hands touched as they picked up the luggage. He was there too. The clash between them was inevitable. He looks at her like she's a ghost. So many years and she was even more beautiful than he could remember. She looked like an angel. Her dark skin, curly black hair, piercing jabuticaba eyes and body with curves never seen before. He stuttered the words upon seeing her in shock. - Ro-Rose. She is totally imposing. He felt the bitterness in his heart when he saw him and remembered everything that happened years ago before she left. Not even her wealthy family allowed her to stay there. It was unacceptable for her family to have a divorcee. Her years away, it was like she was in exile. - Hello Mr. Stevens. That's all she said. Their hearts were in a frantic beat. They didn't know how to act. But Peter Stevens' heart had something else. The bitterness of the memories of the past, with the sadness of being treated with a certain coldness by her, made him feel a little disappointed in this coincidental meeting. “How beautiful she is. And how is it possible to feel that inside", was her thought. Peter smiled. She remained neutral in her frown. Picking up her suitcase, with a simple nod, she leaves without even looking back. When he saw her from the back leaving, he sighed and his eyes filled with tears, but not because she despised him and went out greeting him as if they were strangers, but because he saw her with that little boy in her arms and felt his heart break, imagining that she had already had remarried. That if it weren't for what happened years ago, that beautiful little boy would be theirs. Bitterness and sadness were her company now. Your phone rings. He answers without the slightest will. - To call me at this time, I hope it's something very important Jamile. - Peter's tone is rough. Even if that's the case, Jamile doesn't lose her poise when talking to him. Even if in her heart she feels an enormous sadness at the thought that he will never forget Rose, she still insists on having that man she always loved by her side at all costs. - Wow Peter, I just called to find out if you had already arrived in London and if everything was fine. - Her voice comes out tearful. Without the slightest patience, he speaks in an exasperated and cold way. - If that's all it was, now you know I'm here. Later I will go to headquarters and we need to talk. - Alright my love. I'll be at headquarters later. Oh, I have a few things I want to talk about the wedding as well. - That's exactly what I want to talk to you about. - He speaks coldly. She smiles and is immediately excited, but apprehensive because, for so many years, he has been postponing their wedding, always dragging everything forward as if he was waiting for something, or rather someone. - Don't tell me you want to postpone Peter even more? He rolls his eyes and finally, his eyes gleam with a dark, malevolent intensity as he watches Rose with that little boy getting into a cab. - It's nothing like that Jamile. I want to announce our marriage soon. Later we talked about it. See you soon. Peter doesn't love her. Never loved and never will love Jamile. Years ago if he hadn't been the victim of her wiles, he would still have been married to Rose. He faithfully believes that she cheated on him years ago. Certainly with whom she betrayed him, who would be the father of that beautiful little boy who, even sleeping and he had glanced at him, could see how handsome he was. It looked like an angel. Peter Stevens, a CEO of a jewelry company, talented and very insightful. He doesn't imagine that years ago he lost the great love of his life because of a plot by his mother who always demanded a grandson from her daughter-in-law and for faithfully believing in those who supported her that she could not bear children, he allied himself with the one he is engaged to now. As soon as they ended the call, Jamile was overjoyed. But something inside her beeped that something was wrong. Immediately, she called her mother, the one she had always helped her with and who, in her past, was even capable of destroying Rose's parents' marriage to be with the wealthy husband of her so-called friend. - Hello daughter, did something happen? - It happened mom. Finally I will be Mrs. Stevens. Peter asked me to marry him. - His voice is dark and sad. His mother soon realizes by his tone of voice that something is wrong. She then asks her daughter. - What was Mile, because I feel that it is not well, after all it is a good thing that they are finally going to get married after everything and all this time waiting. What ails you anyway? - Mom, I know he doesn't love me, if it wasn't for what we did in the past, he would never be with me. But I feel like there's something wrong. Your feminine instinct speaks louder. His keen intuition tells him deep down in his heart that it has to do with his former friend Rose. The one he was always jealous of and who always wanted everything she had, even her husband Peter at the time they were married and an exceptional ally in the plan that had as a help the mother of the one who always put her to stay. - Mom, did they see each other? Did they meet on this trip? She never came back and didn't hear from her, so... The mother interrupts her angrily. - Jamile Prescot, don't you dare be like that because of that little woman from the farm. She's far away from all of us and with everything that's happened, I'm sure she'll stay where she is. - But mom... - Enough daughter! You know more than anyone that Peter didn't want to get married or set the date beforehand, if he made that decision, take it tooth and nail. Don't think about it too much now. - It's okay mom. - She sighs deeply and decides to hang up the phone and try to sleep the rest of the night. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ On the way to the new home where she and her son would live for the next few months until the completion of their selected project, her cell phone rings in the taxi. Rose, lost in her thoughts, doesn't even notice or hear the rings, until the taxi driver interrupts her from her reverie, warning her that her device is being called insistently. - Ma'am, your cell phone. - Oh yes, thank you. When she looks at the display shining the name of her more than friend Amélia, yes, the one she's always had as a sister, the one who is calling insistently, she smiles. - Yea. We're here. - And only now you decide to call and warn young lady. Where is it? - In the taxi on the way to the apartment you arranged. - My little angel how are you? - He's sleeping on my lap, but he's missing his favorite aunt. She laughs, and Rose can't resist hearing her friend laugh along with her. - Of course I'm the favorite, after all I'm also the only one. - Funny you're not. Ahhhh. - What was that sigh. I know you. - I saw him at the airport. - Saw who? (pause) – Wait a minute, you're not going to tell me what? - That's what you're thinking. Himself. - Rose tells me everything. What did you feel and then he knows about the little angel? - Nothing much happened. He really is beautiful as always. As for my love, if it's up to me he'll never know. - It's been a long time, Rose, but I think that no matter how much of a dog he is, and having done what he did, he has the right and especially the little angel to have his father close. - I know, Amelia, but I can't. He doesn't deserve to have that gift in life. Amelia snorts and her breath of air shows total displeasure at her friend's selfishness. But after all, there was a child who needed this father figure, to have the presence of a father. It wasn't fair to him what she did. But, it was no use trying to convince her that Rose would never change her mind or decision, she was very stubborn. - All right, I understand you. As soon as you arrive at the apartment, let me know, okay? - How are you my dear. A kiss. As soon as they end the call, Rose leans her head against the car window and remembers the last night they saw each other before she left.