12 Chapter#11 Angry

PORTLAND-WASHINTONG- 7:30 am.

Noisy footsteps come down the steps towards the living room of the small house. Snorts and angry screams sound throughout the space. Vases hit the ground and plates and glasses follow the same path.

"Shit!" -a thunderous scream accompanies the tune.

"Can you tell what's wrong, Jhon?" Why the hell are you throwing everything away? For free that we have no money to fall dead and you breaking what little there is. -A lady goes down the stairs dodging the remains of the vases and plates- what happened? Why that humor?

"What is it?" What's up Yolanda? I'll tell you what's up, Russo just called me, if we don't take the sparrow in a few days we're dead, that's what Yolanda will do. I swear to you on my late mother, that if she knew that she would give us so much trouble she would never have accepted the deal. She would have killed her when I had the chance.

"We can't rush it, we have to make a plan and find a way to get her back." We must do something subtle, but effective, we must receive help but in a way that does not harm us ... and you know perfectly well that if you killed her we would go after her.

"Let's see Yolanda, what do you think?" The police maybe ?! Well of course. -The sarcasm fills her voice-of course not because they break us at the moment.

"First of all, calm down, yes?" We cannot cross out our appearance as an exemplary couple, they may be suspicious ... and the idea of the police is not so bad, no ... you'll see love ... this will be like eating honey and cookies ...

The couple sit on the couch thinking of a plan until the lady smiles ghoulishly. Yolanda has a beer and gives it to her husband while he gives her a baby.

"There is Ingrid ... soon you will be with us again ... sparrow ..."

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SEATTLE-WASHINTONG 9:30 am

"Good morning!" A squeaky, cheerful voice came in with a glass holder and a big smile.

Everyone who was there looked impressed at Ingrid entering those conditions. Not that she never smiled but she had never entered that way. It was impressive to see her without having her face disfigured in disgust, according to her, mornings were never pretty.

"Well well, may I know the reason for that happiness that you bring into your system?" Have you eaten sugar since early?

"There's no specific reason, just that you can't be angry all your life, can you?"

"Ok ... just don't scare half the town, okay?" - Raphaela laughs jokingly accompanying her to the dressing room. -Seriously, what's wrong with you? You look too happy, it's not that it's bad but it's weird.

"Nothing bad happens, I just think it will be a good day, just that."

"Well, I hope you wake up like this for all the remaining days of your life."

12:40 pm

The morning was actually quiet, as she always greeted customers with a smile but this time with a bigger one. Catered to everyone and cleaned up younger children's messes with no complaints or frowns. Everything was actually more than fine. She now she was in the bathroom taking courage in a certain way since she would present the project to her boss. In fact, she was more than nervous because she didn't know if she would like it, besides that her overall rating depended on that reaction. She had already informed her teachers about that project and they had all fully agreed with her. She took her cell phone with the canvas under her arm and walked straight to the office.

She knocks on the door and knocks softly. "Good afternoon, can I come in?"

"Sure, come in."

She walks in, gently closing the door and sits down in front of the dark wood desk. The office was quite simple and minimalist, something she liked since to be successful it was not necessary to be ostentatious.

"Ingrid, how are you?" What do you need?

"Good afternoon, sorry to bother you but I brought the designs I told you a few weeks ago."

"Interesting, let me see them." she-she holds out her hand with a smile.

"Y ... yes of course."

She gives him the drawings and the canvas with the main logo. She explains to him the ideas that she has regarding the website and shows him on her cell phone a prototype that she had already begun to create with the help of one of the university professors, integrating the ideas that she had raised. The page consisted of a splash screen with a logo just like the one on the canvas. It had several sections where the cafeteria menu was where you could see all the dishes with their ingredients and variations. It also had an integrated platform where you could leave your opinion of the food and the treatment they gave you in the place. In addition, she integrated an idea where you could modify the decorations of your food by putting stickers and colors. And for some time to activate a home service, so the first section would have more operation, thus allowing buyers to have the opportunity to change or omit an ingredient.

—I like the idea, it is quite commercial and it is attractive. Since you have proposed this, I will leave you in charge of everything, okay?

"Thank you for giving me the opportunity."

"You actually have talent and a desire to get ahead so I'm not going to clip your wings." I also know that you can do it more than well. I'll update you on the budget and put you in touch with the remodelers to decorate this weekend and with the workers in charge of the cafeteria logo. You are completely free to set up the website and make it completely public. If you need anything else, come and talk to me.

"Okay, thanks, I'll do my best." -Smile happy putting away her things by little- I must go to work, it is already at the end of lunch time.

"Take a few more minutes, surely you haven't eaten anything."

He nods and when he gets up there is a knock on the door. "Go ahead," the owner of the place spoke again.

"Excuse me for interrupting, ma'am." - Raphaela spoke from the door - but they are looking for Ingrid outside.

-To me?

"Yes, he's a boy, he calls himself Tom."

Hearing her name, a smile fills her lips and she jumps up out of the office.

-She's crazy...

-Maybe.

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I couldn't wait any longer to hear that Tom was here and I stormed out the door. I was looking forward to seeing him and should give him a good experience here at the venue. I was leaving the project samples in the dressing room when a question came to mind. Did he come alone? Well of course yes, I doubt that his girlfriend would let him call me to see him, in fact I doubt more that he would stay here knowing that he worked as a waitress so he was completely ruled out.

I fix my hair and put on my best smile going out the door corresponding to the workers. He is on his back looking at the large window devoid of paint and without being able to avoid it, ideas for decoration begin to come to my head, but that will be later, now to focus on this moment of happiness. Without him noticing, I walked smoothly and when I was a few meters away I took an impulse and got on his back, grabbing my hands from his chest.

"Traveling disastereee." I yell at him without being able to help it. How is everything?

By surprise she gets a little scared and soon we fall together to the ground. He manages to regain his balance and turning around he hugs me tightly.

"You don't know what I'll miss hearing that shrill voice calling me disaster." he - hugs her against her chest moving from side to side - I miss you a lot.

"It seems like no, you never came to see me and I've been here for a month."

—Even if you don't believe me today, I remembered where the leadership role was. He scratches the back of his neck in shame.

—Liar, but it doesn't matter, the important thing here is that you came to see me. So let me treat you like the good waitress that I am. Sit down and I'll make you something that you really like.

I dragged him with me to one of the more comfortable tables and motioned for him to wait for me. I bolted into the kitchen and started making some pepperoni pineapple mini-calzone. I really don't know what good pineapple looks like, but there it goes. Luckily for me there was pizza dough left from this morning (thanks to my inventions) and it won't take that long. I put the sauce and ingredients inside the more and double it like an empanada. It's actually a half pizza. I put it in the oven for about 20 minutes since they were mini version and I started to prepare their coffee with cinnamon. It was her favorite. I applied some cream and heavy cream with some chocolates and I came out with everything on a tray.

"And here's a gift from me." -I put things on the table and wait for your reaction.

Tom took a bite and drank the coffee and I swear I managed to see a tear fall from his eyes. He covered himself with his forearm and served his nose.

-What's happening? You do not like me? I can change it ...

"N ... no, it's more than fine," he sniffs again, "it's just that ... I missed this, I miss everything, I miss you being with me and cooking for me, not in the bad sense of the phrase but that in short I miss your company. I never wanted you to leave home ...

Those words made my heart shrink and I could only run my hand down his back to comfort him.

"Don't worry, I'm not mad at you if that's what you think, everything is more than fine." -clean my cheeks- now eat it cool.

When he was going to sit me down, the two regular customers entered at 1:30 pm. I quickly go to the entrance and indicate the usual table.

"Good afternoon, how can I help you?" -the smile that is never missing.

"Well, I'd like a chocolate cinnamon roll and bitter coffee."

I turn to look at the tomato boy and smile at him. The dark roots of his natural hair could already be seen against the red of the dye. Actually, he looked better so he was completely black.

-As usual?

He nods at my question and with a slight smile he goes to the kitchen to take the orders and wait for them. Five minutes later the little bell rings calling me to pick up the food. Still smiling, I hand them their orders and go to Tom again. I sit in front of him and start questioning him about these days

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"There is no because ..." the boy laments, drinking from his iced tea.

"Do you want to calm down?" You seem stalking. If you keep looking at her like this you will poke a couple of holes in her back, relax.

—But I can't, why am I smiling so much with him huh? Why do they hug so much?

"Let's see, calm down, it could be her boyfriend or something like that, but he stops looking at her."

-No; Is it really her boyfriend? Aisha stops touching her ...- he growls low.

"You look like a mad dog."

"I'm not a mad dog, I just think it's awkward for them to do that in public."

"What you are is jealous of, because in reality they are not doing anything."

The boy with red and black hair stares at Ingrid and her companion as if he wanted to kill them. With the straw in his mouth he blew air into the glass making noisy bubbles. As he turns around to focus on his food again, the door of the establishment is slammed open by a woman, or rather, an enraged young woman. Her black hair fell gracefully around her shoulders and her brows revealed the fury that the sunglasses hid from her black eyes. With his Armani clothes and his accessories, Gucci walked with an exaggerated movement of the hips to the table occupied by the silver-haired woman.

"What are you doing with this dragging Tomás Stelle?" Crossing her arms over his chest, she removed her glasses and put them in his bag.

"Who do you call dragged huh?" -Ingrid gets up with passion and annoyed face- to where I have legs to walk and I am not on the ground.

"Let's see girl, I told you to stay away from him, don't you understand?" Don't you speak Spanish or what?

—I understand perfectly, you are the one who does not know how to differentiate between friendship and something else.

—Don't give me those and admit.

"Admit what?" What do I have to admit? That you are a spoiled and insecure girl? That you are not able to trust your partner? That you justify all your doubts with simple excuses and scenes that are not there?

-Shut! -she yells-you don't have the level to talk to me and much less to treat me about you.

"As far as I can see, I have hands and legs like you, I'm dressed just like you, and I have rights just like you have."

"Yes, of course, dressed like me, you'd like." -She removes her hair from her face -Learn to take your place, you damn brat. -at the moment with fury in her eyes he raised her arm to hit the younger girl's face.

-Try it. -Ingrid stopped her arm with force and fury in a moment- she tries to raise her hand again and the last thing that will be true will be my fist straight to your face. She lets go of her arm abruptly.

"You don't tell me what to do or not, and if I feel like hitting you, I'll hit you, do you hear me?"

In a second of unbridled fury, without being able to control herself, Ingrid directed her fist to Iliana's face, making the blow sound quite loud, leaving a red stain with purple tones on the older girl's cheek.

"M ... did you hit me?" -She grabs her cheek-Bitch girl, did you dare to hit me? This is not so clear that no. she-she quickly she takes her cell phone to dial the police. -I'm going to put you where you deserve, little whore.

—To see to see. -for the first time Tom gets up and speaks- you are not going to call anyone, ok?

"Of course I'm going to call, what's wrong with you?" Why do you defend her?

"Because she hasn't done anything like always."

- she hit me! That she didn't see her?

"If she hit you, it's because you wanted it, so now you calm down."

"So you see, I'm not calm, no, you're supposed to defend me, I'm your girlfriend!"

Due to the uproar Raphaela leaves with the manager of the place walking where Ingrid.

"What happened fluff?" Why does she have that face and who is she?

"She's the girlfriend of the boy I told you about, like she always fucks up with her stupid jealousy."

"Stupid you, whore."

"You speak to me well, do you hear me?" -Walk to her- if I allowed you to treat me as someone inferior at one time it was because I was in your house, in your space, but now, you are the one in my territory and I will not allow you to come to disturb my work for stupid did you understand? Learn to be a woman and grow up, stop being a girl, if you say you have so much class and level, put it into practice and think a bit. -She looks at her boss and Raphaela and asks their forgiveness with her eyes

The manager looks questioningly at Ingrid and young Tom and politely asks them to come to her office to speak there and not in front of the clientele.

-Good. -She takes a seat in her place -Can you explain the reason for that show out there? Ingrid, you know well that I cannot allow these things to happen in my place, you know that this can cost you your work, right?

"Ma'am, with all due respect, she is not to blame for what happened out there ...

"Even so, she is not allowed to hit anyone inside the establishment."

"Of course if she's to blame, aren't you listening to the lady ?! -Iliana spoke- if she wasn't stealing boyfriends this wouldn't have happened.

—Understand that she has not stolen from anyone, you are the one who sees ghosts where there are none

-Already! -the manager knocks on the table- personal problems are outside the establishment not inside, the good thing about all this and what saves you Ingrid from not kicking you out is that there were practically no people -he addressed the young woman- although I'm still in a position to take your job or not.

"Do you see what you do, Iliana?" Is it really that hard for you to trust me? Did I ever do something to you that made you doubt? Is it so difficult for you to trust my word, is it difficult for you to trust me as a couple?

—If it costs me, of course it costs me, what do you think? What am I going to trust like this how like this? No daddy no.

"Then this is over."

"How is it over?" You can't do this to me, Thomas! -It throws a tantrum, stomping on the ground.

—If I can, if in seven years that we have been together you have not trusted me, in what head is it possible for this to continue? That time I spent with you was nice but that's good now, I'm not going to keep putting up with your nonsensical comments. Also by your baseless jealousy other people are affected. You must understand at once that the world does not revolve around you, there are more people besides you. You already have your future more than assured, but others do not.

With nothing more to say, she leaves the office and stands in the middle of the room addressing the three people who were there at the time.

"Sorry for the fuss and annoyances." Taking her things and putting his coat on her shoulder, he left the store apologizing to the owner of the place for the uproar. Iliana left the place behind hers with her head bowed in shame and slammed the door.

Meanwhile, Mrs. Manson sent for Raphaela at the office.

"Raphaela, I need a favor from you." - checking that Ingrid was no longer present she spoke - if you see that woman here again, you have my permission to kick her out of the premises, of course as kind as possible, are we? I will not allow them to come and disturb my employees.

"Yes ma'am, count on me."

Meanwhile in the living room the tomato boy was desperate in his place wondering what had happened.

"Stop looking, he's rude."

"I can't, who is that who came?" Will they finally be dating or what? That guy looked sorry but how will she be.

"Why don't you ask him?"

"Are you crazy?" How can you think...

"Well, yes, if you ever get close to her, try not to anger her or I think you'll have to rebuild your own face, my friend."

-Is seriously? You are unbearable.

When Ingrid is not working they go to the cashier to pay the bill. Before leaving, the boy addressed Raphaela.

"Excuse me, is this the girl who waits the tables okay?"

"Ingrid?" If she is now in the rest area having tea. she - she gives him a smile.

"Thank you ..." Leaving the place a happy smile peeks out of her lips-Ingrid, how cute ...

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I was feeling angry, a lot, too much for my own good and anyone else's. How long would I have to put up with stupid things? Now when I look at myself in the mirror, I can't see anything wrong with me for these things to happen to me. Is it because I don't have a model body? Or maybe my face is not the prettiest? ... I think from now on I'll be like a stone, I won't give a shit what happens to someone who is not related to me no way.