My Sister's Boyfriend

- Ah, Malu... Is. I promise I won't call you auntie anymore.

"I can't.

"You have the rest of the day off, what's the hurry?"

- Things to do. I replied to Igor, trying not to look at him.

- Stay there, Malu. I promise to behave.

"Is it a joke?"

"We're adults now, let's go!" I'll buy you a drink. You drink, right?

-Yes. But... I think it's better not to. I stood up, grabbing my bag.

"Please, Malu. Those imploring eyes made me stop. If I left, it would mean that his presence still bothered me and affected me. If I stayed, I would prove to him that I still agreed to his requests. I was in this doubt between reason and emotion, pride and will. In the end I ended up sitting down. Who won the war was not one of my confused feelings, but his eyes. I cursed myself for this and tried to keep my expression serene and indifferent. On the contrary, Igor, shocked, tried to hide a smile.

Pov. Eeyore.

We were in a restaurant, practically a kiosk across the street, we had left the diner behind. Eduardo was entertained with his video game while sitting in a now-uninhabited children's area and Malu was drinking a beer absent-mindedly. As for me... I was watching her in every detail, fully aware that only the table separated us. I was really seeing her with my eyes of the present, not the past. Seeing beyond the love I had for the teenage Malu. I saw her, not the old Malu of my adolescence, that rebellious girl. There in front of me was a woman, whom time has not harmed, but only improved, in addition to her physical beauty, which had blossomed and become absolutely irresistible. She looked so comfortable now. Self-assured. Different from a few days ago, far away, but at the same time close. I could feel his shoes touching my shin because of the narrow table. She did not blush, nor did she hesitate to look me in the eye, though when she did so for a longer period she would subtly avert her eyes. She sat comfortably with her glass of beer in her hand, expecting something from me. Smiling, looser by alcohol perhaps. But with a security of her own. And I loved that, taking away all the distance that went beyond the bodies, but seeing how much she had matured. Matured so much to the point of embarking on a serious relationship and practically being on the verge of getting married. And I hated that idea, I hated the rival that I had imagined touching her, I hated the fact that I could imagine someone touching her. I hated the marriage, I repudiated the ideas related to it, but the curiosity was stronger, even though I knew it would irritate and hurt me with this subject, I couldn't help but ask:

"So you're really going to get married?" we stared at each other in silence, Malu was probably mincing her words, so instead of a long text about her motives, as I imagined, she spoke placidly:

-Yes. - a word, yes, just one. It didn't help my curiosity at all, it just piqued it.

-Bride?

-Obvious. - laughs softly at his irony.

"How long has it been?"

"It's been a couple of years since we've been living together.

- Living together!? I choked on nothingness and she raised her eyebrow mockingly. "Isn't that hasty?" They have known each other for a short time. It's not enough. - I repeated, emphasizing little by little.

- Surely it is not little! I've been with Victor for almost three years now. Longer than... well... I know you.

"It's different...

"Without a doubt, it's different. I snorted sullenly. "Want more beer?" I don't know if I want mine anymore; I don't like drinking that much, only occasionally.

"So you like him?" I ignored the question, clearly repudiating her attempt to change the subject.

-Obviously.