Seventeen seconds of happiness:
Yesterday, at 14.25, it began to get nervous.Since more than three months, every day he became nervous at the same time, although for different reasons.The first times he felt concern.A unjust close to fear.She
She was not a sophisticated woman, either rich or important.His phone did not sound very often, and when he listened to the electronic version of the waltz of the Nutcracker that distinguished it from the other mobiles of the office, he used to find on the screen the same names, his mother, his thread, his former command, his sisterMajor, her little sister, her best number one friend and her best friend number two.When he answered a hidden number, it was always a teleoperator who sold something.Therefore, the first time does not even take off.It was a sunny Monday of January, at 14.40 exactly.The second see did not even look at the time, but e!Third day he realized that it was the third day, hidden number, 14.40.What an insistent Teleoperator, it was said, if it calls me again, I take out.But he didn't.The fourth call was again on Monday, still January, it rained.The Wednesday, the Waltz of the Nutcracker sounded again at 14.40, and finally pressed the green key.
Lsit, ask and don't hear anything.Yes, he repeated again, and a second, two, five, six, nine, twelve, fourteen, seventeen.At seventeen, whoever he would have called, hung.She was so afraid that it didn't even occur to him that he could have done it before.All the crimes films he had seen in his life gathered in his memory for a moment.His hands were trembling, his legs were trembling, his lips were shaking.She is a psychopath, she thought, a murderer, comes for me, is notifying me ... what happens to you?, The secretary of the chief of production looked at her with very open eyes when she saw her enter the bathroom, you are very pale, are you wrong?She washed her face with cold water before speaking, and then told her what had happened, with such sincerity, so much vehemence, that she even bothered the smile she received in return.But let's see, I gasped7, that girl asked.No, she answered.False strange noises, has he threatened you, has told you obscenities, has you put some music?No, either.Actually, I hadn't even heard him breathe.
Upon returning to his table, the secretary of the secretary could not be believed
of the head of production.My former command, of course.It would be unable to do something like that, he said.Well, it would be another, he heard in return, but only the lovers do.No, she objected, a lover would speak., Why? Replied his partner, maybe, the only thing he intends is to know that every Monday, Wednesday and Friday, at 14.40, you are connected to him in some way, that you are doing the same, that you take care ofHe although you don't even know.
EI.Friday, 14.40, his phone rang again.And it sounded on Monday, and CI Wednesday, and the following Friday, fifteen, twenty -two, nineteen seconds.At that heights, Rita, the confidant of the bathroom, had already become her best number three friend, and was sure that her lover worked in the same company.How could I have got your number, but?Thus, for almost three months, those calls articulated his life.He got used to looking at all the men with whom he crossed in that huge building, got used to falling asleep every night thinking about how it would be, and recovered that thought every morning with e!breakfast.He wasn't in a hurry, either.Sometimes I thought it would be better to continue so forever, never change that illusion for a disappointment.And then, in mid -March, he stopped receiving three calls a week, at 14.40, from a hidden number.
He calculated that it would be Holy Week, but the holidays were over and his mobile remained mute.Di waltes of the NutcrackerHe sounded only for his mother, his son, his CX command, his three best friends, and those calls did not count.What happened? Wondering at all hours, what happened to you?He will have fallen in love with another, he would have reconciled with his girlfriend, he would have returned with his wife, he would have had an accident ... No, not that.He couldn't bear the idea that he could have died without having met him.And so on one day, and another, and another, one week, and another.So until yesterday, when Ci Pito of the SMS rang, at 14.43, even if it was Tuesday.
It cannot be, it was said while taking the mobile, it cannot be, when entering the corresponding menu, it cannot be, seeing that the message was of a hidden number, it cannot be ... I'm sorry.I have been in the hospital. I am diabetic.
Today, at 14.40, he has returned to seventeen seconds of happiness ..
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