Dulcina Calvo had just returned home from working at the hospital when she received a call from Estre Berrocal.


    “Hello, Star.”


    Estre Berrocal on the other end of the phone, her voice muffled, “Dulcina, are you free now?


    “Yes, I just got home from working at the hospital, what’s wrong, are you crying?”


    “No, I’m just not in a good mood, can youe out and keep mepany now?”


    …


    Twenty minutester, when Dulcina Calvo arrived at the street park, she saw Estre Berrocal sitting on a bench in the living room, staring, unseeing and unlit.


    “Star?”


    Dulcina Calvo ran to sit next to her and asked: “What’s the matter, why are you suddenly in a bad mood? Have you had a fight with Adán Rouco? I’ll call him toe to …”.


    As soon as Estre Berrocal heard that Dulcina Calvo was going to call Adán Rouco, she stopped her: “No, I’m fine. I haven’t argued with him”.


    “So what’s wrong with you?”


    Estre Berrocal forced a smile and lied: “I … I’m still a little sad these days when I think about the baby that was lost.”


    Dulcina Calvo reassured her: “You will have another child with Adán Rouco, don’t be sad”.


    Estre Berrocal nodded: “Yes, but I’m still having a hard time and I want to have a drink.


    Dulcina Calvo’s eyes lit up at the word “drink”. “Yes, my parents have forbidden me to go to inte cafes and bars since I was a little girl and I would love to go to a bar for once! Isn’t it just drinking? I’ll go with you to the bar and drink as much as you want.”


    …


    Bar.


    Estre Berrocal and Dulcina Calvo have chosen a bar.


    In the bar, the atmosphere is calm and the decoration is very literary.


    As Estre Berrocal and Dulcina Calvo sat in the window seat, the waiter brought the drink menu.


    “What do the two beauties want to take?”


    Estre Berrocal remembered that in the bar there was a drink called “tequ sunrise”, which was good and a bit strong, and all she wanted to do now was get drunk, preferably with all her nerves paralyzed.


    “Do you have tequ sunrise?”


    “Yes, a tequ sunrise is it?”


    “Yes.”


    Dulcina Calvo nced at the menu, smiled at the waiter and said, “I’ll have a margarita”.


    “Yes, please wait a moment, gentlemen.”


    When the tequ sunrise and margarita were served, Estre Berrocal clinked sses with Dulcina Calvo.


    Estre Berrocal was not a good drinker and Dulcina Calvo was an even worse drinker.


    After two cocktails, Dulcina Calvo copsed drunkenly on the table, letting out an unconscious giggle.


    Estre Berrocal’s thoughts also began to blur, perhaps because it is easier to get drunk when you are sad, or because she had a strong subconscious desire to get drunk, her head was heavy and dizzy and she joined Dulcina Calvo at the table.


    The bar was rtively quiet, perfect for people to chat and rest, and the heating was adequate, and in a slightly inebriated state, one could easily fall asleep.


    Estre Berrocal’s little face, rubbed against her arm, smiled bitterly and murmured, “Dulcina you know … that I am very sad …”


    “Hmm? Why are you sad…?”


    Warm tears, slowly slid down the corners of her eyes, “I never thought I would be the daughter of The Rouco Family…. how the hell am I going to face Adam Rouco in the future…”


    Dulcina Calvo was confused, “Hmm? What did Estre say…?”


    Estre Berrocal did not speak again, she did not know if she had not heard Dulcina Calvo’s question or if she did not want to say anything else, she picked up the bottle of wine on the table and swallowed half of it, her cheeks reddened and heated as she copsed on the table, shedding many tears.


    Dulcina Calvo let out a giggle and pped her hands, congratting her, “Hey, you’re a good drinker!”.


    The bar is not far from Bar ro.


    Jonathan Tasis orders a cognac and takes a sip.


    Jonathan Tasis is a regr at the bar, so Roma, the waitress, knows him.


    Roma asks him, “Mr. Jonathan has beening in a lot this month, what is your concern?”.


    Jonathan Tasis smiles at him and jokes, “As a bartender, don’t you know not to ask your customers what’s on their mind when you make them a drink?”


    Roma smiled slightly and said, “I was just asking Mr. Jonathan as a token of our bar staff’s warmth and care for our guests.”


    Jonathan Tasis picked up his ss, swirled the brandy in it and then drained it with a jerk, stood up and picked up his coat that was hitched to the side, “That’s it.”


    “Take your time, Mr. Jonathan.”


    Jonathan Tasis frowned slightly as he approached with his coat on his arm and caught a glimpse of a drunken Estre Berrocal slumped over the table.ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org .


    What was he doing here?


    Here, on the table, Estre Berrocal, drunk, staggered to her feet to go to the bathroom.


    As he passed Jonathan Tasis, thetter lent him a hand.


    Estre Berrocal looks up at him, first Jonathan Tasis, then Adán Rouco.


    Her watery eyes clouded as she looked at him, perhaps because of her mind’s intention, and the blurry figure in front of her matched perfectly with the face of Adam Rouco …


    “Adam …”


    Estre Berrocal fell straight into the arms of Jonathan Tasis.


    Jonathan Tasis was slightly stunned although his hands held her in ce.


    Estre Berrocal’s hands clutched at her waist, tears rolled down her face, her voice was soft and muffled, “Adán…? why does everyone can’t seem to see us well together…. why do they want to separate us…? You are so … good … why should I leave you … why should I listen to you… ”


    “Miss Star?” said Jonathan Tasis, trying to rouse his groggy consciousness.


    But Estre Berrocal was deaf, rubbing away all her tears, and she spoke in a broken voice: “But … but Adam … I’m so scared again … what on earth am I going to do?”


    “Miss Star.”


    Jonathan Tasis was about to say something when the cell phone he carried in his suit pants pocket rang.


    With one hand holding Estre Berrocal, he pulled the phone out of his pocket and the caller ID read Analena.


    “Hello, Analena.”


    “When are youing home…? I’ve learned a few Exaltation dishes and they’ll be ready for you to eat when you get back.”


    Jonathan Tasis was stunned and looked out the window; it was already dark.


    No wonder Analena had called him.


    “Okay, I’ll be right back.”


    Estre Berrocal, leaning back in her arms, murmured, her small hand clutching the arm that held the phone: “Well … I hear a woman’s voice … who are you talking to … Do you have other women besides me …?”


    Estre Berrocal made a gesture with her lips and looked at “Adán Rouco”.


    Eleanora Lozada, on the other end of the phone, listened naturally to the woman’s voice and her heart fluttered, her face paled at the sound of her voice and the phone slipped from her ear …


    Jonathan Tasis was with another woman.


    Jonathan Tasis tried to exin when the phone was already busy and Analena hung up on him.


    “…”


    Jonathan Tasis looked at the inebriated Estre Berrocal in his arms with the ck head and was momentarily speechless.


    Was this retribution?


    He had used her against Adán Rouco, and now the woman was taking revenge all at once, and he really wondered if she did it on purpose!


    “Estre Berrocal, wake up”.


    Jonathan Tasis grabbed her by the arm and shook her.


    Estre Berrocal muttered: “Don’t shake me … I want to vomit … throw up…”