Chapter 60 - Covenant with the Lord God - mduno
I needed to talk, at least try to release this pain and resentment I've held onto since childhood.
"I just hope that this time you listened to me. I haven't been good, and I did everything out of anger. My mother taught me to love you, the problem is that you demanded too much of me, I couldn't handle it, in my defense I was just a child. Over time, the anger took over, I started to drift away, I began to defile and break your commandments.
"I took everyone down with me and since Veronica arrived, I consciously recognized it and I'm not proud of it. Now I feel ashamed of all the harm I've caused. I don't know if you can forgive my sins, Lord God. I also don't understand what you want from me, it surprises me why you still keep me alive.
"They say you always have your reasons. But don't mess with her. And I'm serious! If you sent her to get my attention, you've succeeded. I have nothing good in life." The old man didn’t talk about leaving her, only about offering the most desired thing, which is why I haven't made love to her, I must not have her yet.
"My greatest desire is to make her mine, I offer you that, I won't touch Veronica, she is my greatest desire and the purest thing I would have in my hands, dirty with so much death. She is the only thing of value to me, and I don't mean economic value, but intangible value. I would die for her without hesitation. I ask you... just bring her back, make her return to me, I will be with her when you are the one who gives her to me.
"Needless to say, I am aware, and I will try to dismantle the organization, though you have already started to do so. Finish the job please, open the paths, make me your instrument if you consider it. But don't mess with her." There was no reaction from Veronica, I put my head on the bed, continued crying and praying, letting out all the poison.
"I am not worthy of your attention, but everyone talks about the being of love. And out of love, I come to you. Do with me what you will, just let her live, even if it's not for me, let me see those beautiful hazel eyes. I give you my life in exchange for hers. I have already fulfilled my promise, I have told you from my heart that I forgive my mother, that is the root of my pride, she must have had her reasons and faced a greater motive for leaving me.
"Don't take her from me too, let her live even if it's not with me, I will accept it," I lowered my head, deep down I still believed. "Just bring her back, I will always take care of her, even from afar, I swore not to touch her." A voice was heard inside me, making my hair stand on end, "Only until I give her to you." A hand stroked my hair just as Dr. Mendoza and Rata entered.
"You have hair."
Whispered the most angelic voice on the planet. I didn't know whether to laugh, keep crying, kiss her or jump. I looked at her, those eyes were what I most wanted to see.
"Veronica... you came back, my love," I started kissing her hand.
"You also have a beard." I swore not to touch her, but I didn't promise not to kiss her, so I kissed her while still crying. "Are you crying?"
They pulled me away, the doctors started examining her, I went to the window and couldn't stop laughing and crying at the same time. Rata approached. I didn't take my eyes off those eyes that looked at me, puzzled.
"I love you," I whispered, watching a tear roll down his face.
"You're crying again, Boss," I said, hugging my friend.
"Thanks, man, for always staying with me," he said, holding my head.
"Are you not going to be crazy anymore?"
He hugged me again. He had always been with me. Maybe it was true that I had earthly angels around me, and my friend might be one of them. One of the warriors mentioned by the angel.
I had to live it to believe it, and I still find it hard to understand how I, Roland Sandoval, had a celestial revelation. For thousands of people, it might be the most ridiculous thing in the world, and until a few hours ago, I thought the same. But they exist.
That incomprehensible being, who has a purpose for you, also exists. Even if half the world doesn't believe it, when you experience something like what I just lived, you can't deny that truth.
"No, Rata, everything is in order now. More than in order. My soul has returned, and for the first time, I feel a heart in my chest." I took the phone and called Mr. Fausto.
"Hello," his voice was filled with fear.
"Someone wants to talk to you. Can I pass the call?" I asked the doctor, and he nodded. "It's your dad," I said, handing him the phone.
"Dad..."
I stepped away to give him privacy. Veronica didn't say anything more; she just cried and cried. She looked at me with furrowed brows. I understood that her father must be telling her about my behavior. She handed me the phone once the conversation was over, completely silent.
"He's on his way here," she said, looking either angry or confused, her expression different.
"Veronica, before you say anything..."
"Thank you, Roland," I furrowed my brow. "Lord God, help me understand her."
"Why?" I was lost.
"For stopping them from disconnecting me," her eyes sparkled. "I love you."
"I love you too," I kissed her forehead. "I love you more," she shook her head, and I stroked her face.
"You look strange with a beard," she smiled.
"You'll see me as I was later. These days have been..."
"Overwhelming?" she asked.
"No, Beautiful, I would say transformative. Maybe I went through a monumental metamorphosis."
"I'd love to see that metamorphosis," she yawned, looking at the doctor. "What did you inject me with?"
"Did you put her to sleep again?" I asked Dr. Mendoza.
"Only for a couple of hours. She'll sleep a lot, but little by little, we'll keep her awake longer. She needs to readjust."
"It's just enough time for you to clean up. You heard the lady," Simon said.
"Is she still a virgin?" the doctor asked.
"And am I still a topic of conversation?" she said drowsily. The doctor smiled, and a couple of nurses did too. "It's not Roland's fault," she spoke softer each time.
"Thanks for defending my manhood, love."
Everyone burst into laughter. Veronica closed her eyes, and I kissed her forehead again.
"Rata, tell Cebolla to stay with her while I clean up at home. I'm really hungry now."
"Yes, sir."
I felt a strange joy, and my friend felt it too. He was more reluctant to show it. All my friends are experts at hiding their feelings, but he and I know each other very well. I looked at her. It wouldn't be easy to keep her close and distant now.