Contract of love in Venice

I give a warning to the abuser; I prefer that, rather than slapping my boss's slimy brother-in-law. I'm tired of having to sneak around to avoid abuse from the men I work with.

On this occasion, my boss is traveling, so I decide to stay alone in the office, at lunchtime. In apparent tranquility.

My colleagues went out, I had lunch and I read a few chapters of the book on duty.

After half an hour, there is a knock at the door, it is Mr. Carmelo, husband of my boss's sister. Every time he sees me, I notice that strange look on his face and the expression on his face that makes me uncomfortable. He finds me alone and asks me to make duplicates of some documents.

We head to the area where the equipment is. I turn my back on him and start taking out the copies. At that moment, I feel him pass the folder he is holding in his hands across my buttocks. It's such an unpleasant sensation that I stop myself from screaming. I turned around immediately and, looking him in the eyes, threatened to tell his wife. From the tone of my voice, he knows I'm serious. He leans back and leaves, telling me what will happen later.

The manager of the company arrives, I sit down to talk with him and tell him what happened. He takes it not very seriously, although he tries to hide it. In addition, suddenly he bursts out laughing.

Seeing that I am annoy by his attitude, he becomes serious and apologizes to me.

— Don't get irritated, it's just that I find it funny that that fat man dares so much. Next time he disrespects you, give him a good slap. He continued laughing.

"This time, I put up with it," I told him, but I warned him that I would tell his wife if he did it again.

After the meeting, I retire to my office. The president of the group is traveling. I have no one else to turn to.

I had a great time this blessed afternoon. Pussy! —I say to myself—Resign! Now! Find another job where you won't be bothered!

I leave work and go to the mall; I want to travel so badly. I make a calculation of the compensation I will receive if I leave work and consult the destinations and prices of plane tickets. The girl from the agency tells me that I only have enough to go to Jamaica. Not bad.

From that moment on, I began to shape the idea in my head.

I get home and kiss my mother on the cheek, while I put my hair in a ponytail, to cool off.

- Today it's very hot!

— Yes mom, the temperature is 32 degrees.

"Give me another kiss, daughter, you seem strange," her mother whispered.

—Mom, you already know that I don't like you to question me, I don't want to worry you. What's for dinner?

I went to the kitchen and lifted the lid of a pot hoping to find pasta. I love Italian food. Instead, there are beans.

I give him another kiss, this time closer, and I say:

— I'm going to turn on the air to cool the environment while I bathe.

I take my time in the shower. I put on simple clothes, like the ones I usually wear at home. Pink and blue shorts, with a beige top. Hair up and rubber sandals, the kind that slip through your toe. When I finished, I went down the stairs.

My appearance has changed. I look more relaxed.

— Daughter, I prepared stewed beans with rice...

I grimace, indicating displeasure.

—It doesn't provoke me, mom. I feel like some pasta. However, I'd better make myself a sandwich, so I don't get too dirty.

— No, daughter... Feed yourself...

—I just want something light. Moreover, you know I don't like beans. I eat them just to please you!

- What happens?

— I don't want to talk about it now because it's going to make me uncomfortable again. I'm calmer now.

- It's okay my love.

- I had an idea. I want to travel.

—And that? Where are you going?

— Because I want to... I like Europe, I went to an agency and the budget reaches me to Jamaica.

—And what are you going to do there? Why don't you go to Italy?

— It's more expensive for me.

—My friend Cristiano's brother lives there and always invites me. If you want, I'll talk to him.

—It is great news, mommy.

I was very happy, I imagine myself in Italy, walking and tasting delicious dishes. My mother's proposal leads me to daydream.

From the excitement, I forget about the bad time I had at the office.

I'm cooking dinner, while I think about how to arrange everything so that the trip becomes a reality.

—Mom! Do you want me to prepare one for you? If you say yes, I'll tell you what happened in the office!

— Okay, prepare a delicious one.

I made two, one for each one, filled with cheese, ham, tomato and sauces.

I approached my mother and handed her the food.

- You're going to love it.

— Let's see, he says, I can't stand my curiosity.

—The boss's brother-in-law disrespected me.

—What abuse!, what did you do?

— I spoke with the manager, Felipe's brother. When he's traveling, I have to get along with him.

- That seems fine to me. Enough of the abuse of women.

— Yes, in truth, it wasn't that much what he did, it was just something unpleasant. His expression disgusted me. What bothered me was the look on his face and the expression on his face. He's a pervert. I threatened to tell his wife.

— Well done, daughter. You don't have to stay silent. If not, another day he goes and does something worse to you.

— Yes, then... now it's your turn.

—Me?

— Mom, don't act... Tell me about this Cristiano and his family. What are they like? What did he say to you when he invited you to Italy?

— They are Romans, my friends. They have been in Margarita for three years; I have helped them a lot. They always tell me to take a vacation and that I can get to their brother's house.

— Great. Where in Italy does the family live?