Mauricio was sad. Although he was not even able to admit it, he hated that town and its people very much. And if it weren't for his father, he wouldn't even have to be involved in a wedding he hadn't asked for. He wanted to feel free to choose the woman of his life and not have others choose her for him. Marisol did not deserve a man like him, who did not love him as much as she loved him.
It was not clear to him how that girl had fallen in love with him to such an extent, since they had not even been alone together. He felt that their marriage would only be for convenience and not for love; at least on his part he had not met anyone who had moved him yet. Only a few love affairs in the capital, but nothing serious. Mauricio was hard to catch, but not so hard as to resist family pressure.
He had graduated as an engineer and was reluctant to confine himself to a farm. He was a city man, not a farmer, and his wife had to be someone with more aspirations in life. More than just a housewife, he wanted a woman who wanted to better herself every day. And Marisol, was a girl with many virtues, but raised to be someone's wife and not to become an independent woman.
"La Borrasca" is a new bar in town and to Mauricio's delight, the owner is an old childhood friend. But it is not Eduardo who surprises him the most. Upstairs, on the stage of the place, was singing the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life. She was wearing an outfit with a pink woven miniskirt, which left many parts of her skin uncovered.
Suddenly he made eye contact with her and she had shared with him the sexiest smile he had ever enjoyed. Rosario hurried her pace, that song suggested a lot about herself and she was always exhausted after performing it, although this time she looked a little curious about the man she had seen earlier in the audience, one she had never seen before. A noise in the dressing room alerted her that she was not alone, it was Piedad.
—Anyone didn't teach you how to play? —Rosario pretends to be angry, but she can't keep her expression.
—Well, how delicate you've become, did you see that guy in the audience? He hasn't stopped staring at you, I think you've won him over....
—No way, what am I conquering that man, you can see from a distance that he's not from here?
—But he asked Eduardo about you. He seems to be quite interested, I don't know....
—Child, and what did Eduardo tell him?
—All I know is that he is a friend of the Boss and that he lived here many years ago, from what I heard he comes from the capital.
Rosario remained thoughtful, but dismissed the idea immediately. She knew she could not establish a relationship with anyone with the dreams she had. It was impossible to fulfill her dreams by having a boyfriend, she wanted to give up everything for music. She knew her chance would come soon, it was a matter of time, in the meantime she earned her living at La Borrasca. Although working among so many drunks was a huge challenge.
She had learned since she was a child to fend for herself and now that her dream was partially coming true, she could not abandon it. Rosario felt foolish, as if the man wanted to have something serious with her. Men were only after sex and she didn't have time to be anyone's hobby. Being so immersed in her thoughts, she doesn't notice that Eduardo has entered her dressing room with the man in question. Men are a serious thing, they always help each other, she thinks to herself.
—Rosario, here you are, say hello to Mauricio, an old friend who has come to join us tonight —Eduardo seemed not to notice the capricious expression Rosario had adopted, that night they had all decided to enter without permission to his quarters.
—Ok, hello, how are you? Sir...
—Mauricio, how do you do! I loved that version of I Touch Myself by Divinyls, but don't tell me sir that I'm still a boy...
—I'm glad you liked it, you're the first one to notice the reference, nobody had ever recognized the song. Well, you’re welcome to our squall....
—But, are you leaving so early, the night is just beginning —Mauricio approached Rosario with a feeling he had never felt before, it was desperation, maybe, but that woman was quite difficult—I am not the best at drinking alcohol, but I swear I am a good conversationalist and a coffee would not be bad...
Eduardo looks at her expectantly, she knew that this was a vile trick of her boss, but she decides to play along. After all, nothing bad could happen to her, it was only going to be a conversation, but she knew there was something more. There was chemistry and Mauricio was not indifferent to anyone. It was just going to be coffee.
Mauricio estaba triste. Aunque ni siquiera era capaz de admitirlo, odiaba muchísimo a aquel pueblo y a su gente. Y si no fuera por su papá ni siquiera tendría que estar inmerso en una boda que él no había pedido. Quería sentirse libre de elegir a la mujer de su vida y no que otros la eligieran por él. Marisol no se merecía a un hombre como él, que no le quisiera tanto como ella lo quería a él.
No tenía claro como era que aquella muchacha se había enamorado hasta tal punto de él, ya que ni siquiera habían compartido a solas. Sentía que su matrimonio sería solo por conveniencia y no por amor; al menos de su parte no había conocido a nadie que le moviera el piso todavía. Solamente algunos amores en la capital, pero nada serio. Mauricio era difícil de atrapar, pero no tan difícil como para resistir a la presión familiar.
Se había graduado de ingeniero y se resistía a confinarse en una granja. Él era un hombre citadino, no un granjero y su mujer tenía que ser alguien más aspiraciones en la vida. Algo más que ser una ama de casa, quería una mujer que quisiera superarse cada día. Y Marisol, era una muchacha con muchas virtudes, pero criada para ser esposa de alguien y no para convertirse en una mujer independiente.
"La Borrasca" es un bar nuevo en el pueblo y para complacencia de Mauricio, el dueño es un viejo amigo de la infancia. Pero, no es Eduardo quien más le sorprende. Arriba, en la tarima del lugar, estaba cantando la mujer más bella que había visto en su vida. Llevaba un conjunto con minifalda tejida en color rosa, que dejaba muchas partes de su piel al descubierto.
De repente hizo contacto visual con ella y está al verle le había compartido la sonrisa más sexy que él hubiera disfrutado jamás. Rosario apura el paso, aquella canción sugería mucho de sí misma y siempre quedaba exhausta después de interpretarla, aunque esta vez lucía un poco curiosa por el hombre que antes había visto entre el público, uno al que nunca había visto. Un ruido en el camerino le avisa que no está sola, es Piedad.
—¿Qué no te han enseñado a tocar? —Rosario finge estar enfadada, pero no logra mantener la expresión.
—¡Vaya, pero, que delicada te has vuelto!, ¿ya viste a ese tipo entre el público? No ha parado de mirarte, yo creo que lo has conquistado...
—¡Que va!, ¿qué voy a estar conquistando yo a ese hombre?, de lejos se ve que no es de aquí.
—Pero, le ha preguntado a Eduardo por ti. Parece estar bastante interesado, no se digo yo...
—¿ah sí?, ¿y qué le ha dicho Eduardo?
—¿Yo que voy a saber?, nada más sé que es amigo del Jefe y que vivió aquí hace muchos años, por lo que escuché viene de la capital.
Rosario se quedó pensativa, pero desechó la idea de inmediato. Sabía que no podía establecer una relación con nadie con los sueños que tenía. Era imposible cumplir sus sueños teniendo un novio, quería dejarlo todo por la música. Sabía que su oportunidad llegaría pronto, era cuestión de tiempo, mientras tanto se ganaba el sustento en La Borrasca. Aunque trabajar entre tanto borracho significaba un enorme desafío.
Ella había aprendido desde niña a defenderse sola y ahora que su sueño se estaba haciendo parcialmente realidad, no podía abandonarlo. Rosario se siente tonta, como si aquel hombre quisiera tener algo serio con ella. Los hombres solamente iban a por sexo y ella no tenía tiempo para ser el pasatiempo de nadie. Estando tan inmersa en sus pensamientos, no se da cuenta de que Eduardo ha entrado con el hombre en cuestión a su camerino. Los hombres son una cosa sería, siempre se ayudan entre sí, piensa para sí misma.
—Rosario, ¡por aquí estás!, saluda a Mauricio, un viejo amigo que ha venido a acompañarnos está noche —Eduardo parecía no darse cuenta de la expresión caprichosa que había adoptado Rosario, aquella noche todos habían decidido entrar sin permiso a sus aposentos.
—Sí, Hola, ¿cómo está? Señor...
—Mauricio, ¡mucho gusto! Me ha encantado esa versión de I Touch Myself de Divinyls, pero no me digas señor que aún soy señorito...
—Qué bueno, —dice Rosario logrando aguantar un ataque de risa—me alegro de que te haya gustado, eres el primero en darse cuenta de la referencia, nunca nadie había reconocido la canción. Bueno, pues nada eres bienvenido a nuestra borrasca...
—Pero, es que ¿te vas tan temprano?, la noche apenas comienza —Mauricio abordaba a Rosario con una sensación que nunca había sentido, era desespero, quizás, pero aquella mujer era bastante difícil— no soy el mejor consumiendo alcohol, pero te juro que soy buen conversador y un café no estaría mal...
Eduardo la miraba con expectación, ella sabía que aquello era una vil artimaña de su jefe, pero decide seguirles el juego. Después de todo nada malo podría pasarle, solo iba a ser una conversación, pero ella sabía que había algo más. Había química y Mauricio no le era indiferente a nadie. Solamente iba a ser un café.
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Source of the image on the cover - Fuente de la Imagen en la portada
Translated by me & also using Deepl