Page 26 of Anatoly
“No, Mija. You can’t be too trusting; just be careful.”
“I will. Mama, did you talk to my Dad? Is he going to stop the Cartel,” I ask, taking a sip.
“Mija, si, I did. Your Dad is working on it but thinks that you’re going to be okay. Don’t worry,” Mama says, cutting the potatoes into cubes.
“Mama, I don’t feel that will work; it’s like the mafia is after me. Mama, that’s no joke, and I’m scared,” I say, crossing my arms.
“Just be alert, and try not to be out so much until this issue is resolved.”
“Right. I’ll try, but I’m going out with my chicas and my man.”
“Ha, your man?”
“Si, he is. I like him a lot. I have a warm feeling here in my heart,” I say, smiling.
“Mija, how long have you known this man?”
“For a while but he’s the one, I can feel it.”
“Mija, be careful; I don’t want you to get hurt.”
“Si, Mama, I’ll be careful. I just wanted to tell you about him.”
“Right, but eventually, I would like to meet him.”
“Yes, I’ll bring him to dinner in a few weeks.”
“Okay, sounds good.”
“I need to go.”
I place the coffee cup in the sink and turn to hug her.
“God bless you, take care, mija.”
“Si,” I hum, nodding.
I look at my cell, tapping at the app to see if the Uber is nearby. It's only a couple of minutes away.
I walk out of the apartment, and my cell beeps. I pull my cell phone out of my pocket, anxious to see if it’s him. I run my finger over the screen and look at the texts. I have some from my chicas, but I tap on Anatoly’s text. Of course, my heart pounds faster as I read it.
Anatoly ~ Baby, I want to see you tonight. Dinner?
Gigi ~ I want to see you, but I can’t do dinner. I promised Mama that I would have dinner with her. But we can have a drink or get some coffee.
Anatoly ~ whatever you want.
Gigi ~ Coffee so that we can talk.
Anatoly ~ I’ll text you when I’m ready.
Gigi ~ Si.
My heart skips a beat, and I close my eyes. Okay, I need to go before I’m late. I get into Uber and read my chicas texts. They’re so crazy but so much fun.
“Mama, the soup was so good, and I enjoyed having dinner with you. It’s been so long since we did,” I say, wiping my lips with the napkin.
“Si, we need to try to have dinner more often.”
