I heard my thoughts interrupted, “Do you want to join me in the kitchen for some coffee?” asked dad.
“Sure,” I answered.
He knew something was bothering me. He figured that if we sat down together, I might spill the beans. We both walked to the kitchen. Dad put on some coffee to brew. I grabbed two cups, milk, sweetener, and spoons. The coffee aroma, soon, spread throughout the house. Dad’s coffee always smelled so good.
I heard mom, “Is that coffee I smell?”
“Yes,” dad answered.
“Would you make enough for our guests?” mom asked.
“Sure,” dad answered.
Dad had made enough that everyone could have some. I went into the cupboard, and retrieved three more cups. As I was getting the cups, mom entered the kitchen followed by Arturo and Maritza.
“We decided, we have done enough for tonight, and join you two for coffee.” mom said, while inhaling the coffee aroma, “It smelled so good, we all just had to come out and have some.”
‘It does smell good; I cannot wait to taste it,” Maritza exclaimed.
All three sat at the kitchen table. I placed three more cups on it. As I walked by Arturo, I felt the rush through my veins, again. This is going to be a very long evening. I thought it was over, but instead, it was just beginning. Dad’s coffee was ready and he brought it to the table. Mom served everyone, and we all took our first sip. We were all quiet. No one was saying anything, just sipping the coffee. I looked at dad, and realized he was looking at me. I, guess, my face was showing what I was feeling. He winked at me as a sign that he knew. He knew I wanted to get out of there.
“This coffee tastes magnificent. Katherine was not lying when she said you made the best coffee in the world, Armando. I have been coming to your house for many years and remember the aroma. Back then, we were kids playing around, while all of you sat at this same table and drank coffee together. The aroma use to spread throughout the house, just as it did today. This is the first time I taste it and I have to say that I am very pleased. This is the best coffee a man could ever have. I have been missing out on a rare delicacy,” Arturo expressed his feelings and stated that he is now a man.
After some more chitchat, they finally left. I was relieved, but felt confused over the feelings I had. I went in my bedroom and just laid there. That was the wrong thing to do. I started thinking about that evening. The thoughts I had running through my head were unthinkable. I needed to go to sleep and stop thinking, but I could not. I played the evening in my head, repeatedly. All I could think of was of Arturo. I thought about the way he looked, so happy next to his fiancée. I thought about his blue eyes and how, for a moment, he looked at me with them. I thought about the announcement, and how I would be meeting with Maritza and him the next week. There were so many thoughts, all running, making their presence known in my head. I wanted to stop thinking, but I could not. I must have fallen asleep at some point, because next thing I remember, the sun was shining through the window. It was morning.