“Excuse me, Fabrício.” Melissa decides to apologize, wiping tears from her face, “I didn't want to be so rude. I was about to go out with another guy, but my dad forbade me.”
Fabrício takes a step back and observes that Melissa was indeed ready to leave. Now the crying has dismantled all the makeup.
“And can I know why? These tears worry me.”
“Pamela showed up saying that Josias was planning to take me to a motel for us to have sex.” Melissa pronounces the last word turning red.
Fabrício holds on to his instincts when he realizes that Melissa is still a virgin. “Really? What a dude, so gentleman...”
“I do not agree!” Melissa sputtered the words, “Josias is not that kind of boy. He is a gentleman and noble, kind and respectful just like you.”
Fabrício bites one of his lips, holding back the urge to deny. He does want to take Melissa
Josias strides into the lobby, head down and with a grimace from someone who ate scarlet eggplant. Teodoro is cleaning up the place, dusting off the shelf of the keys to the rooms with a flannel and cleaning products. Seeing the boy entering like that, all furious, he decides to risk asking, “What happened, Josias?”Josias stops walking and turns to him, exploding, “Everything got wrong, Seu Teodoro!”At this moment Jeremiah was going down the stairs, but he did not finish going down. Listening to Josias's angry voice, he remains standing on the steps and listens to the conversation with a mocking smile.From where they are, Josias and Teodoro do not see him, Jeremiah managed to hide.“How tough, young man! We are going to have a coffee and you tell me more details...” Teodoro drops the flannel.“You can go on with your cleaning, Seu Teodoro.” Josias extends his hand, “Just give me the key. I do
“Does the idiot want me to still fix his door?” Josias exclaims indignantly, “May he go to hell!”“Josias, try to be reasonable!” Teodoro frowns, not liking the boy's language, “You overreacted; you could have knocked on the door. Or rather, you could have called me.”“I don't know where your room is.”“How can you not?” Teodoro claps his hands on his thighs, “My room is the first on the first floor! Is the easiest to find!”“I'm sorry, Seu Teodoro, at the time I didn't think—”“You were so upset about Jeremiah that you rushed over. If it were another tenant, you wouldn't kick the door.”Josias is forced to confess. “Yes, you are right.”“So take advantage and try to make up with him. I don't want to witness a murder here.”Teodoro gets up, concluding the conversation. Josias remains seated o
Uélton breaks into the house, irritated by what happened. The punch still hurt, thankfully it wasn't bleeding.However, Wallace, his older brother, noticed his younger brother walking angrily into the room with his hand on his face.Wallace was the opposite of Uélton. He takes after his mother, he was more handsome, his ears were normal and he had a square jaw as Hollywood heartthrobs tend to be.The boy wore only red shorts, as the house did not help with ventilation. His father was in the backyard weeding weeds and he was helping. Their mother was busy in the kitchen.So Wallace took advantage of his parents' distraction to help Uélton without alarming them.If the mother of Uélton and Wallace learns that their son got into fights, she could have a panic attack.Wallace enters the room and finds his younger brother lying on the bed, arms crossed, no longer stroking the visible bruise.“Uélton
Josias was repairing the door to Jeremiah's room with visible annoyance. The hinges were with some loose screws, so he was fastening again with a screwdriver.“Look at him,” Jeremiah says mockingly, when he and Wallace enter the hall, “I should call the police to report a violation of the home.”“It says ‘home invasion’,” Josias responds, turning the screwdriver too hard as if he were turning the screwdriver over Jeremiah's head.Wallace notices the boy that he is not muscular enough to break down a door. How did he do it?“Boy, did you manage to break down that door with that skinny leg?” Wallace asks without being offensive.“My legs are strong. Muscle does not always correspond to strength and endurance.” Josias says proudly.The job is done and Josias straightens up, facing the two men. He smirks and asks mockingly. “If I hear cries for help, should I call the
Uélton and Josias do not gaze at each other. Since Josias entered his home, he has greeted his parents, but not his best friend. Uélton remained in the room until his mother asked him to eat. Now the two are at the table, vis-a-vis, but without the courage to exchange half a word. Josias understands that Uélton invented a story so as not to accuse him of aggression. Deep down, he was grateful. “Too bad, Uélton, I didn't know,” Josias says not to leave the atmosphere boring. The best friend needs to say something. “You, who are new to the favela, keep an eye out, my boy.” Mr. Freire advises, “Unfortunately, honest and hardworking people are at fault.” “It seems that the more time goes by, the worse people get.” Mrs. Freire regrets as she elegantly cuts a chicken drumstick. Josias resists the temptation to grab the piece of chicken with his hand, but it seems impossible since he took the wing. All the meat around the bones is being waste
Pamela is running like crazy down the main street of Happiness Slum. Who would say, apparently the name of the favela rarely matches the situation of the residents...She is out of breath, disheveled, her clothes are rumpled and there is a small tear in the gray blouse she was wearing. The same blouse that caught Fabrício's attention.She went to a cafeteria with Fabrício.But, she was now walking back, running in despair.Where was that Gol? Where was Fabrício?And why was she running like she was running away from an avalanche?Some attentive neighbors made conjectures. But, no one thought of stopping the young lady to question what caused her so much fear and panic.When Pamela enters her street, she tries to run even faster so as not to be seen by the Campos family.But, it is just in front of Melissa's house that Pamela trips over some brick and falls to the ground, getting all dirty and scraping her k
Melissa knocks on the main door of Pamela's house. The older sister answers, worried and aware of what is going on.“Hi, I came to see Pamela. She tripped and fell in front of my house, my brother saw her.”However, Pamela's sister instantly clears the worry lines from her forehead and smiles in relief.“Ah, that was why! God, I'm glad you came to explain.”“What?” Melissa felt like she was invading a cinema in the middle of the movie, “No, I didn't come to clarify anything; I also want to know what happened.”“Well, my little sister has been making a fuss in her room, locked up, since she came back. My parents are at ease, as this is not the first time that Pamela has made a scene. I already passed that stage as a teenager.” The sister makes a gesture denoting impatience, “The way she is crying and the way my mother said, it looks like she was raped; but, if you are saying that she
Melissa did not want to divert the subject to the failure of Josias and her meeting, but Jenny was very curious and intended to make a connection.So, she told everything that happened, from the moment Pamela appeared inside the house and told Josias's 'plan' and Simeão's revolt.“Pamela visited Josias at the construction site.” Jenny recapitulates the events, “And today she says that. A friend of his comes and makes a joke, indirectly confirming your father's fear.”“I still feel like there's something wrong.” Melissa crosses her arms and sits on the bed.Jenny sits down next to her. “I understand. But your father forbade you to see the bricklayer assistant, and tomorrow Fabrício will come. Don't you want to enjoy and forget all this madness? Going to see Fabrício can make up for the loss of Josias a lot.”Melissa is not convinced either now or ever. Loss of Josias? Melissa didn'