They entered the parking lot, without looking or crossing a word. They went into the car as automata, they closed the doors of the powerful sport car, and a roar of the engine, announced the departure of the vehicle. As they advanced towards her house, Manele remained silent; she noted, for the expression of their eyes and led his jaw, his furious mood. They arrived to their building´s garage and came out, toward the elevator, Marcy behind him. Just cross the door of the house, Manele shouted.
-But you believe you can go out there that way? at the door of my work! You are putting me in evidence in my company, you don't understand? -He said, speaking to her, holding her with force by arms.
She subsided, thinking that it was the best, but he began to antagonize with force and then stripped her of her coat.
-Expending my money like that…! You are going and return it, but already! You must ask to me!
He directed towards the bedroom, where he threw down the garment and then threw it to her, of face to face, on the bed. He lifted her skirt with rudeness and fell, collapsing on it, with all his weight.
-You're going to find out who's here the boss, Maria Marcelina!
He forced her unless she could do nothing to contain it, only perceive the wheezes from him and expect to finalize as soon as possible. As if he wants to seize up her soul.
-Get up! -He was already standing and was heading to the bathroom-. We will have to call the nanny, today we have dinner in the company. Get the green wool suit and pick your hair up.
Marcy entered into the bathroom of the children and left to run the shower on his bruised body, several red thinly in his arms noticed the traces of Manele´s fingers. What a rare form of love was it. "Daughter, it´s his nature, but acts so because he loves too much," so said his mother and so it should be, that phrase resonated in her head. "He acts so because he wants to so much."
They soon reach children, riding fun for the reunion with his father.
-Daddy, daddy, daddy! -shouted the smallest.
-Here I am, champion -replied Manele, while leaving the bathroom, equipped with his bathrobe. The little one was released to his arms.
-What you have brought me, daddy?
Manele deployed, without delay, the many gifts which had bought them at the airport, just the preferred by the children. Marcy opened the closet to select clothes and took the green suit. The long skirt below the knee, and jacket, closed by a row of buttons, up to the neck, made it oldest. In addition the type of cloth, thick and deformable made she seem more fat, so never wore it. He smelled something rancid, took a perfume and smashed it on the suit. She made up her face with a thick layer of foundation and painted her lips in red. He approached Manele to tell him that she was ready. He had dressed with a magnificent dark suit, cutting modern, adjusted to his body, and a white silk shirt. "He cannot be more handsome". At one point, she already had forgotten everything that happened.
-Bye bye, children, be good!
Marcy observed an air of sadness in the face of Paul, as if the child had understood that it was something bad between his parents.
-Until morning, kids! -She said.
And went to his eldest son a sweet looking, wishing with all his being than anything, ever, could hurt him.