Last week I received a message on my mobile:''Mary, I hope tomorrow at 19 am in Red Square Cuzco.Ponte something you feel very bién.Te quiero.Iván.''
first I thought that Ivan had the wrong number is entered, but by the writing, I say that the number of the so Mary would be in the directory Ivan, unless he had not sent from your mobile .
All these options made me think of: Maybe Mary was the loving wife of Ivan and this was to send the message, having pointed out the number on paper, it is possible that he committed a typing error.Por case was the latter, I decided to give it a festive, I decided I would go to the appointment and send the message to twenty people with the hope that among them there were some willing to imitate Mary. My friend Celia, who works near the site of the appointment, on my guard.
When the day and when I went to the place agreed with all senses alert. After the first wave of pedestrians coming and going at full speed, I notice that an executive dressed in red is waiting near me, and soon joined by another and a third more.
So we were already four alleged Marias and Ivan without aparecer.De suddenly saw how a woman, seeing that he looked at her, she hid behind a kiosco.Mi second theory began to gain strength. I turned to her and said:''I'm Mary, or not, and I am, or not, the lover of Ivan, the three Marys, or more, are, or not, also her lovers. Ivan does not appear, you know where to be.''
Finding himself discovered he had no choice but to confess the truth. His name was Cristina, and was the wife of Iván.Sus jealousy had been doing well. Seeing her despondency, I confessed that I was not her husband's mistress, and if I wanted I could help. I told him to check whether the number of Mary, the real, was the same as the message I had received, to prove that he was wrong, I suggested we send Mary an urgent case, with a little luck, was nearby and gave him time to appear.
meantime, I sent another Celia to come to the appointment as the plans we had made. Waiting for Maria Cristina told him my plan: I would go through it and it by a friend, and, directly, known details of her husband's mistress who otherwise would not dare to ask.
When he arrived Celia with her red business suit that fit him like a glove, the poor Cristina almost gives you something. Surely he thought, it's cheesy and stupid. Celia (Mary) began to look around and I approached her. I'm Cristina, the wife of Ivan, and this is my friend Luisa. I know you're the lover of my husband and I was curious to know.
I am Mary Montoro, ex_amante Ivan, I figured this was a trap and decided to come. Not that this is guess, is that when the message was received informing him leaving him to discover that I had lied. I know that must have everything in the world: smart and dumb, high and low, honest and liars, they I'd rather be last for others, for me I do not want.
watched Cristina breathed deeply while he could not conceal an expression of discomfort. That same night, arriving home, Ivan was the second day encampment. Cristina tells him he decided to give a second chance, but this time with herself.
Celia and I have won the friendship of Cristina, it seems the 'supreme Móstoles' as an academic.
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