THE CONTAINED SCREAM

The old car wanted to drive itself. The power it possessed was so strong, that it was believed that just by sticking your foot on the accelerator; this achieved a life of its own, wanting to eat the road immediately. When for some reason she had to stop her career, it seemed that the engine was not running because of how serene she remained, given her perfect intonation. Behind the wheel, with great pride, Sebastián looked at the reflection of his old truck from a shop window that protected a prosperous shoe store. The longevity of the car was very well disguised, with perfection in its care. The care lavished was demonstrated with that excellently carried paint, the neatly maintained engine, the harmonious upholstery and an aroma of glory that was felt inside; in addition to the cleanliness that he maintained at all times and in all places.

When crossing the corner of the apothecary, the only establishment of its kind that existed in the town, the stamp of beauty appeared, dressed in a complex situation; that from that day on, Sebastián's history would change forever. She was a jewel of a woman, an excellent lady, neat and elegantly dressed, who went out of her way to keep in her hands, a large number of bags full of the most varied merchandise that she had recently just acquired, since it was in front of the great supply where she was she looked desperate to keep everything in its place. There was the sudden screeching of the brakes on Sebastian's machine. He looked at the perfect lady who, in her despair, looked around as if waiting for what would never come. The young man parked very close, in the middle of the poor asphalt street, how poor was the traffic in that town at that specific time. The gallant gentleman, who did not hesitate to offer his support, very courteously offered to take her as far as she had arranged, since she could not get a good grip on her cargo and, it was already a fact that no one would come to meet her.

—Ma'am, if you want, I'll take you —In this way, the lady warned that someone was finally coming to her so-called and very well-silent plea for help.

"Well, young man, if you do me a favor," he answered with a hint of shyness.

"Wait a moment please, I'm going to park better," he said, every time a car happened to get behind his truck. It would not take long, if he continued to obstruct the road, to begin an inexhaustible ritual of vulgarities of all races. Sebastian parked the old truck and with quick steps began to load the beautiful lady's belongings. He quickly placed them in the back of the car. There were seven bags in total; five were of such an enormous size, as to be loaded at the same time, even less, by a being as fragile as beautiful. The others were smaller, but even so, it would be a feat for her to manage to carry such a weight. He immediately opened the passenger door and the elegant lady immediately got into the unit. She was a mature woman, but her beauty seemed to be released. His intense clear eyes seemed to reflect in them the majesty of the heavens and the intensity of some passion remembered from a glorious past. He was fifty-seven years old, but he really looked much younger. Her skin had the smoothness of youth, her body kept the femininity that should never be lost, and her voice carried the muse of the bohemian; the rhyme of the poet and the delirium of those who offer a serenade to the moon, when they are in love.

Sebastián, for his part, was a young man of thirty who had recently turned. He was riding his prime, he felt that way, since he had recently started his job as a civil engineer in a big city close to town. He was intensely tall and thin, his intelligence having led him down the path of professionalism. He had always had a lot of hope in himself and, in a matter of love, he was very lucky. When the lady had ascended, Sebastián, with a light slam of the door, made sure that everything was well protected, then he proceeded to go upstairs himself. Already behind the wheel, without looking directly at his recent company, the young man inquired:

- Were you waiting for someone?

—Yes, but apparently they left me just as you just said, waiting.

Its modulation was perfect. The way he said each of his sentences was what most delighted him. A woman's aroma contained in a stunning fragrance immediately reached Sebastian's senses, who, hasty and insistent, looked at the elegant lady. She needed to speak to him, given the intensity of that look that went wild, straight into his blue eyes.

- And what's his name?

- I? — I answer somewhat stunned — My name is Sebastián, and you?

The lady, offering her right hand, as white as the purity of her voice, replied:

—Ana Rosa, at your service.

Sebastián took Ana Rosa's soft hand with his own and, bringing it to his face and without taking his eyes off the road; He brought it closer until he was close to that exquisite hand, stamping it with a delicate kiss of charm. At that moment, something shook the universe, the force that drives the unexpected towards the immeasurable made itself felt. It was a great power that sought a look, which at that moment had been inappropriate. Sebastián and Ana Rosa felt a great impulse that they could never describe. The sound of love wanted to be heard, its steps wanted to start a path and its sweetness; I wanted to feel the taste of an adventure.

When they got home, resignation crept into Sebastián's soul, who contained a cry between his lips, a cry that contained love, since he inexplicably felt attracted to a woman older than him, something that had never happened to him; a beautiful woman who had gotten out of control and liked him too much, for which he had inevitably felt arrowed and a victim of the winged Cupid. Ana Rosa got out slowly, when she did, he was already waiting for her with the door in his hands, like Romeo for his Juliet; for which reason her restless blue eyes also possessed a contained cry of love inside, since the attraction she had felt for who could very well be her son was undeniable; but that in reality it was not, and that was what mattered.

The shipment was placed at the gates of the elegant residence. One by one, the packages were lowered, as if to perpetuate time in that beautiful moment that made a vow towards eternity. Finished the task, they stared at each other for a long enough time, to say to each other in silence, what a contained scream wanted to make known to the whole world. Some children, two to be more exact, came out of the big house shouting:

- Granny, granny.

- Good, my daughter has arrived! —Look Sebastián, these are my two little granddaughters.

- How pretty! —The young man only managed to say, embarrassed, when he realized that a young woman, supposedly the daughter of Ana Rosa; peeked out the door of the house.

Ana Rosa was very confused by the situation she had experienced and, looking at her newly arrived daughter, who was here to stay after being touched by the rough tentacles of divorce, she searched with her confused gaze for her inexplicable charm she had just met; but he only saw an old truck driving away in the distance. Already inside his residence and after greeting and talking with his daughter, caressing his granddaughters and listening carefully to the unpleasant details of the marital separation; Claiming an imminent headache, the beautiful lady went to her bedroom and in it, standing in front of a mirror that reflected her entire silhouette; He looked at himself without even understanding what was happening. He just stared into his intense blue eyes, as if waiting for an answer from them.

Only fifty-seven years of her life were enough, a marriage that was pondering, but which was, after all, her marriage, a daughter and two granddaughters; to realize that for the first time he felt something he had never experienced and that he should immediately give it a name. She remembered her engagement when she was very young to a man who had practically made a deal with her parents, to marry her. For this reason, sometimes unfair society forced her to marry regardless of love. That was why, looking at herself and noticing that the blue of his eyes was even more intense, she felt like shouting that she irremediably liked the handsome young man whom she had just met and for whom she would give the whole world to see him again.

She wanted to scream that something too big was happening to her not to call it love. She wanted to scream, but her scream remained locked inside herself, when her husband entered at that moment, containing a gloomy look and a seriousness from beyond the grave; which caused her scream to transform into a contained scream. A silent cry to love that was nested without saying words and thus, with just a glance, was placed in the heart of a couple who seemed very much in love, despite the difference in their ages.

Sebastián, for his part, debated in the world that meant to him, his family. He was the son of two upright and very strict beings, regarding the loving decisions of their youngest son. They arbitrarily wanted to impose a girlfriend, a life and also some ideas. He was the last of two children, the eldest, to the delight of his parents, was a priest; as they wanted it to have been both, but no, there was Sebastian; in love with what he believed to be true love. That afternoon, Sebastián arrived home again and when he crossed the threshold, the emotion was drawn even more on his jovial face. A well-timed smile refreshed the room where her mother was chatting animatedly with a visitor.

-Hello —He said as he turned to his mother and warmly kissed her forehead, every time he gave a soft look to an elderly lady, who was paying a short visit at that time.

—Hello, son, I see that you are very happy.

— Yes, mother, since you have no idea.

Both ladies looked at each other somewhat strangely and, without understanding, continued the gathering that did not forgive a waste of time. Before going up to the room, in the middle of the stairs, Sebastián met his father. She wanted to hug him and yell at him like she always dreamed of doing. Exclaim to him that he was in love, that the first sight had triumphed and that he really liked a woman much older than him, but the unborn reproach was drawn on that face so solid and covered with a bitter expression. A scream was stifled in her throat, transforming into a contained scream that could not bear another second of that silence, so Sebastian, after greeting and asking his father for his blessing; He ran without stopping to his room.

She also looked at herself in the mirror, just like Ana Rosa did in her bedroom. His image reflected love everywhere. Restlessness could be contemplated; it arose from the most intimate part of his soul. His heart was pounding too hard. He listened in those palpitations, the contained cry of love that was nested in that exploring heart of life and in a feeling that gave life to said heart, to his soul. He closed his eyes with extreme force, in the darkness that he had provided; he looked again at the eyes of the beautiful woman with whom he was in love. He felt that warm blue gaze penetrated into him forever. He opened his eyes again and looked at his reflection, a contained cry that wanted to furrow the spaces. He daydreamed of that instant of glory. He fantasized that it was his contained cry, the fortune that would guide his steps for the rest of his days.

Sebastián, inventing all kinds of fantasies and, fearful of rejection and of the non-reciprocity of pure love, did not hesitate to approach love one romantic Sunday morning. From afar, she waited with her eyes fixed on the house of her dreams and her love, that the magic of beauty transformed into her Ana Rosa, would come out to warm her beautiful body, with the warmth of the sun that caused a thousand sighs in that time of the dawn day Sunday. Seeing her appear, he approached like someone passing by chance. Ana Rosa finally felt that her morning outings were paying off.

-Good morning gorgeous lady. Sebastian greeted shyly.

-Hi Sebastian. —- And he continued watering the rose bushes without paying much attention. Her legs trembled and, fearful of something worse, she ran into the house. The engine roared and was lost in the distance. That quick escape was something more than a yes for that dreamer, who did not need any answer to realize what a heart in love feels like. O