CHAPTER 3

I woke up to my sister calling me.

Dadara: Wake up big head.

Either you go to a room, or you send yourself home, because it's already super late.

I looked at my wristwatch, and saw that it was after 10:00 pm.

- Why didn't you wake me up before Dandara? I'm just going home tomorrow.

After going to sell my pieces on the beach, I came to the inn, lay down on the hammock and fell asleep.

I remember my last thought was Kyra.

I couldn't get her out of my thoughts.

I always fell asleep when I thought about the kind of life we would have had if fate hadn't torn us apart.

I got up from the hammock and went to one of the rooms at the inn.

The next day I would have to wake up early to buy material to work with, because I already had nothing to do my crafts.

I always chose to go early in the morning, because I hated the rush downtown, and because tomorrow is Saturday, the city will be full of tourists, and buses arriving everywhere.

Before I can fall asleep again, my sister knocks on the door.

Dandara: I brought you a glass of milk and biscuits, big head, since you didn't have dinner.

- Thank you Danda.

That was the affectionate nickname I called her.

Dandara: Let's talk a little while you eat?

- Yeah, sit there. I said pointing to the chair next to the bed.

Dandara: I want to talk to you about Cris.

- Again with that Danda? She doesn't even look at my face anymore.

Dandara: You know why Dilan, how do you end a relationship of almost two years for someone you knew when you were a kid?

- It wasn't me who finished it, it was her if you don't know.

Dandara: She expected you to go after it, try to fix things, to tell her that it was all a big misunderstanding, and not that you accepted the breakup so easily, as if you had wanted this for a long time.

- You opened that big mouth for her Danda, if the relationship ended it was because you are a tremendous gossip.

Dandara: What did you want me to answer Dilan for her? She asked why you carried that cloth up and down, I just answered the truth.

- So let's leave things as they are Danda, I like Cris, really, but I would only be delaying her life being in this relationship without having plans for a future with her.

Dandara: You will never allow yourself to love someone Dilan? You're such a nice guy, you deserve to be happy so much, it's not fair for you to put yourself in that position, and wait for someone who could very well have moved on without you.

- I feel like you didn't follow Danda. I feel like we're still going to meet again.

Dandara: If she really wanted to meet you again, she would have come after you.

- I prefer to think that she had a very strong reason for not coming yet.

Now get out, I need to sleep.

Dandara: You are a hopeless romantic Dilan.

- As you said sis, I'm a nice guy, and good things usually happen to nice guys.

Dandara: Many good things have happened to you, but you threw them all away.

She kissed me on the cheek and left the room.

I kept thinking about everything she said to me, and I would never be the type of guy to run after any woman.

I mean, none other than Kyra.

- Is it if she really remade her life? Damn Dandara, always planting doubts in my head. I said, already closing my eyes to sleep.

It was 6 am when I jumped out of bed.

I needed to change the bedspreads and I went to empty the room for the arrival of tourists.

I took a quick shower, got my truck and went home to change clothes.

Every time I walk into the house, I can see the result of all my efforts.

My house is beautiful, it has a beautiful garden with coconut trees and trees, it has a large swimming pool, and the whole house was planned for a whole family.

I'm not rich, I live a simple life, but I fought for a beautiful and well-structured house.

She has a large living room, with sofas that cost me a fortune, she had a dining room and kitchen as big as the living room, and all my furniture was designed, leaving everything the way I wanted.

She also has three suites, I plan on having children, so two of these suites will be theirs, and there is a room that I use to assemble my handicrafts, and two social bathrooms.

Behind the house, there is a stone path that leads to a smaller house, which is the guest house, and has a living room, kitchen, two bedrooms and a guest bathroom.

The porch is my favorite place, as it has hammocks and swings, and the wind in the afternoon makes one sleep.

I went to change, took Kyra's scarf and put it in my pocket, and then walked out downtown.

I bought everything I needed to get out of there as quickly as possible, as the buses with tourists were already starting to arrive, many of them were merchants from other cities, who came just to shop.

I put everything inside my truck, when I passed a bus, and I saw a woman in the window, her hair reminded me of Kyra, I couldn't see her face, and I couldn't go back.

- Of course it's not her, I'm so obsessed with finding her, I end up seeing her everywhere I go.

I put it out of my head and went back home, as I had a lot of work to do.

When I start working, I tend to think a lot.

And I started thinking about everything my sister said. I know deep down she's right. It's very presumptuous of me to think that Kyra lives a life based on a promise.

I knew that Cris was suffering from the breakup, and even so, I don't feel guilty.

I never deceived her about not wanting to build a family right now. I never gave her hope that I wanted to get married, she knew I wanted to be a father, but I didn't have those plans with her, and that was what hurt her the most.

If only I had an answer, something that would make sure Kyra moved on, and was happy.

Because actually, that's what matters, that she's happy.

I took her handkerchief from my pocket and once again lost myself in the memories of that day.

From the day I held her for the last time.

And no matter how many times I replay that hug in my mind, the feeling will always be the same, and the longing will never end.