2021-05-19 19:44:31When Josias reaches into his sweatpants pocket and pulls it out, he deposits the few remaining notes and pennies on the counter. The old man adds the amount, and responds with a tone of concern, not mockery, “It doesn't even give five bucks, buddy. I can't even let you stay here overnight.”
Josias takes the money back and puts it away. “I know, so I thought I could count on your mercy. As you are already aware, my father was murdered, the moneylender probably knows that my father had me as a son, and if they find me, they will either kill me or they will want to torment me so that I pay the debt. I will not be there to suffer either. My mother got divorced and disappeared from the city; she is probably in Europe with a very rich guy. I have no one here.”
“So let's do the following.” The elderly man goes to a dresser and opens a drawer. He takes something and closes it. When he turns around, Josias realizes that it is money. “I'm going to pay you a ticket to the bus station, and you'll look for a relative of yours. Surely you must have uncles or cousins.”
Josias ponders for a moment. His mother's uncles lived in Rio de Janeiro, a long way away. He would be safe. But, would it be possible they accept to shelter the son of the man who caused their sister enormous distress? It is one thing for them to receive their distant nephew at the holidays; it is another thing to live with him and support him.
Therefore, Josias reclines the option, shaking his head in the negative. “No, sir, thank you. The uncles closest to me are from Rio de Janeiro. And I don't want to go that far; after all, it's just for a while, until I have the financial means to get by.”
“And how are you going to achieve this, after all?” The man keeps the money in his pants pocket.
“Somewhere in this city, there must be something for me to do. I am only eighteen, but I have already done some tasks to have a little money. If I depended on my father for everything, I would be naked here before you.”
The building owner gives a louder laugh. He was already sympathizing with him. “What's your name, kid?”
“Josias Rocha.” He responded with dignity as if he were the CEO of some multinational.
“My name is Teodoro. Look, boy, I like your posture. If this story of yours is true, then I have to congratulate you on your courage. Another boy your age would be crying desperately without knowing what to do. But, hearing you say with all the confidence that you intend to work your way and overcome this situation, gives me confidence.”
Teodoro then crouches and then straightens up with a key in his right hand. “Here's the deal, Josias: I'm going to let you spend a night here and tomorrow we'll see what to do. You look exhausted.”
Josias grins and breathes a sigh of relief. “Thank you very much, Teodoro! Thank you very much! And you can rest easy with me, I'm being sincere.”
Teodoro, a longtime resident of the favela, knows the boys who mess with illegal things. And as he talks to Josias, he realizes that Josias is not one of them. Perhaps the story of the murdered father is an invention, but at least he is sure that Josias is not running away from something wrong that he did.
Josias and Teodoro talk some more, and later, the owner of the building indicates the stairs for Josias to go up. The bedroom is on the third floor. Josias enters and closes the door, grateful, looking up, out of respect for God. And again, the phrase of Everaldo is echoing in his mind, “I will pray for you and pray that God will bring you the best for your life. You will get out of this and be successful. And I believe that you will have the willpower to overcome your adversities! Amen?”
Josias smiles, he believes that in fact, Everaldo has already prayed for him.
In the meantime, the police and a man from the local newspaper were in Josias's old house, recording the cruel murder of his father, Mr. Rocha. The police vehicle stopped at the entrance of the house caught the attention of the neighbors. Of course, they heard the shots, but at the time no one dared to go out to find out what was going on. Now, with the police present, they left with confidence.
Two policemen carry Mr. Rocha's corpse out of the house, already wrapped in a black plastic bag, and place it in the van for the legal medical institute. Another was taking pictures of the mess the killers left, looking for valuables to make up for the debt. Furniture was overturned or broken; the television that Mr. Rocha watched was shattered on the floor, in pieces.
"Does anyone here know what happened?" The officer in charge of the investigation suddenly asked the neighbors. However, they not only remained silent but withdrew from the crime scene. Nobody would dare denounce the moneylender who controls the neighborhood.
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Chapter 3276 No Pressure
Caio and Brigitte met at home. Caio was sitting in the armchair watching TV, so sprawled out that he looked like he was posing for a certain magazine. Brigitte felt struck by lightning upon seeing her chiseled, attractive husband wearing only a pair of shorts so short it looked like a boxer shorts. The bulge in Caio’s pants was inviting and tempting... “Good evening, darling,” Brigitte greeted him, her eyes fixed on his ‘package’ as she sat down on the sofa. Instinctively, Brigitte hid her purse. The tip of her pharmacy plastic bag was visible. But Caio didn’t notice his wife’s purse, gazing at her sensually and fixating on her with the most charming smile possible. “Good evening, dear,” Caio sang the words. “How was your talk with Rosemary?” “It was great and enlightening,” Brigitte admitted, still looking at Caio’s manhood instead of his face. “Rosemary understood that we can’t achieve anything with insistence and pressure.” “I definitely don’t want to pressure you, my love
Chapter 3275 Josias Advises João Paulo to Take a Break
Rosemary returned to Lafayette Mansion. Walking through the mansion, she found the place silent. Looking at her wristwatch, she decided to go upstairs. Entering her suite, she heard the sound of water from the bathtub being splashed. Rosemary smiled, realizing Thierry wasn’t bathing alone. She entered the bathroom and was greeted with a little giggle from Jean Luc, who was happily splashing in the bathtub with Daddy Thierry. Thierry also seemed to be having fun, and to Rosemary, it looked like she was seeing two babies in the tub. Of course, sometimes Thierry held the child to prevent him from diving into the water or slipping and hitting his head. He asked in French, “Le bébé de papa s'amuse, hein?” Then he noticed Rosemary’s presence. “Regarde, Jean-Luc! Dis hello à maman!” Rosemary laughed, approaching. “I only understood ‘Mom.’ What silly stuff are you teaching my son in French, huh?” “Nothing, I’m a responsible father,” Thierry winked. Rosemary found a stool, dragged it
Chapter 3274 Playing with My Kids
Rosemary questioned Brigitte at Café Montanha if she really wanted children or if she was just trying to please Caio and her family. Rosemary had a faint suspicion when she saw how Brigitte took a long time to answer, looking into nothing. It seemed Rosemary had asked Brigitte whether 250 x 250 was the same as 250 x 250. There was even time for Neilton to prepare the cappuccinos and bring them to the table. “Two fancy cappuccinos for two fancy ladies,” Neilton joked, breaking the somber atmosphere. “He, he, he...” Brigitte took her cup. “Thanks, Neil.” “You’re welcome. Call me if you need anything else.” Neilton left. Brigitte turned to Rosemary, feeling she owed her an answer. “Rose, I honestly need to tell you that I didn’t know exactly what I was doing.” Rosemary reacted disappointed but tried not to be too harsh on her sister-in-law. “I suspected that when Caio told me you two hadn’t talked about it.” “Rose, what should I do? Everyone’s driving me crazy with all this press
Chapter 3273 I Don’t Want Him to Leave
Rodrigo and Nadia were chatting at Café Montanha about family news. Frank was on one of the stools, eating coxinha without catupiry. “Is the coxinha delicious, son?” Nadia asked maternally. “Yes, Mom,” Frank replied with his mouth full. Rodrigo had already told his son not to do that, but it seems he forgot... “So, my cousin Felipe is leaving. What a shame...” Rodrigo sighed. “He’s not moving too far away,” Nadia joked. “It’s right there in Sunset Village. When we visit Josias and Melissa, we can take the trip.” “That’s good. But we’ll miss the daily contact,” Rodrigo admitted. Rosemary and Brigitte entered, the latter dressed as a lawyer coming straight from Damascene Lawyers agency. “I needed to talk to you about a family matter, sister-in-law.” Rosemary pulled up a chair and sat down, with Brigitte doing the same. “I’m curious. Is it about some case or about OUR family?” Brigitte wasn’t sure whether to adopt the tone of a lawyer or sister-in-law. Rosemary gestured toward
Chapter 3272 Gossip Is Always Good!
Caio and Rosemary continued talking in the Teodoro Building canteen. The pressure cooker Rosemary was cleaning would have to wait after she said something that confused her older brother. “Did I say something wrong?” she asked. “No, I just reacted to what you said. Funny: there wasn’t exactly a dialogue,” Caio admitted, finding it amusing. However, Rosemary remained serious. “You two didn’t talk about it? Why?” “There was no reason for us to do that,” Caio explained, taking the pressure cooker from her hands. “I just saw from afar Brigitte throwing away her pills.” “You guys discussed this before. And after?” Rosemary looked genuinely worried. “We didn’t talk about it after,” Caio replied, a bit apprehensive this time. Rosemary shook her head. “Caio, I know you’re eager for a baby. But you need to check if Brigitte did this for you, for herself, or just out of spite.” Caio was stunned by that possibility. Brigitte, just getting pregnant out of spite? Rosemary smiled sadly. “D
Chapter 3271 The Importance of Dialogue
Caio appeared at the Teodoro Building, still dressed from Rocha Constructions. He was surprised to find Thierry at the counter instead of Rosemary. “Huh? Did you abandon the supermarket again?” he asked, approaching the counter. “Nah, my sister said I could stay here for a few days. Soon, we’ll have more reinforcements,” Thierry responded cheerfully. “More reinforcements? Are you swimming in the tenants’ money?” Caio smiled. “Somewhere around there. This building must be the most profitable in the entire slum.” Thierry joked. “And the best part: no one tries to rob us.” “Of course, who would rob from the most powerful man in town?” Caio looked reverently at the portraits of Teodoro and Beto. “Your dear sister is in the canteen. I believe she’s the one you want to gossip.” Thierry pointed while heading to the computer. “Exactly. Thanks.” As Caio was leaving, he said, “She’ll tell you the gossip later!” Thierry chuckled as he took the computer out of standby mode. In the cantee
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