Chapter 18: Chatting on the Phone I miss you so much, I don’t want to do anything…
"Oh! I went to São Paulo today, and there were pictures of me hanging there. I just realized I had a bit of a protruding tooth. What do you think, Leah? Do I still have that?"
Kaka bombarded Rosalia with a barrage of words from the other end of the phone. Rosalia paused for a moment and replied:
"Really? I haven't noticed it, but if it really happens, can I choose to return it?"
Kaka: “?”
"No, no, no, are you serious, dear? I'm not! I just looked in the mirror for a long time and found that I am perfect without any flaws. And our store does not allow returns after sales, so give up!"
"That's a shame."
Rosalia rolled over on the bed, lying on the pillow, and opened the book in her hand.
"This is a shady business, right? I'll ask the Brazilian police for international cooperation to crack down on this evil."
"Well, then you have to come to Sao Paulo first," Kaka's laughter penetrated her ears along with the buzzing sound of the phone. "When I get here, I will obediently obey your judgment."
He added, "Honey, do you miss me? It feels like I haven't seen you for a long time. I miss you all the time."
Do you miss me? I miss you very much.
This was basically a topic they talked about every day. Back in Milan, Kaka's mention of this usually meant he would be in Rosalia's sight within two hours. And now that they were separated, Kaka would bring it up several times during their daily phone calls, and the next sentence would be—
"Otherwise I'll go back to Milan!"
Sure enough, before Rosalia could count down to three, this sentence came as expected.
"Otherwise I'll buy a ticket back to Milan!"
Rosalia sighed, looking away from the book, and stood up, trying to comfort him with all her heart: "But you just returned to Brazil, dear, didn't we agree that you would stay there for a few more days to accompany your parents and Digan?"
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment.
Rosalia added, "After all, we still have a long time to see each other in Milan, but your family is far away in Brazil. Haven't you always said you wanted to bring them over for a few days? How about next month? You can all fly here together and spend a few days there, right when you resume training. This way, they can get to know more about your life and training in Milan."
There was still silence on the other end of the phone.
She felt as if something important had happened to Kaka during the days when they hadn't met, making him feel entangled and uneasy.
She asked softly, "What's wrong, Richie? Did something happen?"
For a moment Kaka didn't know how to start.
A lot happened during his time back in Brazil. First, his father planned to leave his job to become a full-time agent. He was worried about leaving Kaka in the hands of outsiders, fearing they would affect his career and control his life. He held his son in his arms, hoping to protect him forever, just as he had when he was a child. When his father spoke of his plans, he was so serious, so full of hope for the future, that he didn't know how to refuse.
Kaka doesn't want his father to resign. On the one hand, he feels that this will put a lot of pressure on himself. On the other hand, he doesn't want him to go to Milan for the time being. He has just established himself in the club. With his father's temper, there will definitely be conflicts with the club's treatment, salary or other aspects.
What's more, he also said that he wanted to bring Di Gan to Milan to play football together.
He just transferred to the U17 team and then to the Sao Paulo first team last year, and it’s only been a year!
Faced with his father enthusiastically planning his future career and their life in Milan at home, Kaka was speechless and could only choose to escape.
He told Rosalia what he had said, and then both sides of the phone fell silent.
"Oh!" They both sighed across the phone.
Kaka didn't want Rosalia to worry about him, so he changed the subject: "You don't seem to be very busy recently."
"Oh? Oh! Really?" Rosalia hesitated for a few seconds, then her tone changed and she began to speak sweet words. "Wouldn't it be nice to spend more time with you? I miss you so much that I don't want to do anything."
This tone was too strange, totally unlike her usual self. Kaka narrowed her eyes, with a hint of danger in her tone: "Really?"
"Mmmmm, love you! Hey, Mom! I'm coming!"
He listened to Rosalia covering the microphone and shouting into the distance, as if she was talking to someone. Then she put her hand down and said, "I'm hanging up now. I'll call you back tonight. Love you. Bye!"
Then, without waiting for Kaka's reply, he hung up the phone.
Rosalia threw her phone away and lay motionless on the bed. Ms. Christine leaned against the door, sipping a cup of black tea and said quietly, "How long do you plan to keep this secret from him?"
"How could I hide it?" Rosalia said, her voice trailing off as she stared at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling. "He didn't ask, so how can you say I hid it?"
"Whatever you say, be careful not to get into trouble, man~" Christine raised her eyebrows, hummed a song and left, not caring about her daughter's life or death.
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Kaka stared at the hung up phone with a bad look on his face. He had a hunch that Leah was hiding something from him, but she refused to tell him and even avoided hanging up the phone.
In the past, they would have to talk for a long time before reluctantly hanging up the phone!
He opened the call log on his phone and looked through the most recent call frequency.
Their salaries were enough to cover multiple international calls every day, so they were always carefree when making calls, not caring about the duration or frequency. Sometimes they would even call from dinner until Leah fell asleep. Only when they heard the heavy breathing on the other end of the phone would Kaka be willing to hang up.
At first, the two of them only texted frequently, but as the case closed, the busyness of the police station also subsided. Everyone idled in the office, digging up old cases. If they had a lead, they would call the person involved, no matter if it had been a year or two. They would just let them know they were still working on it, even if they had forgotten. If they didn't have a lead, they would just put it aside and wait for a lead, but they never mentioned working on it specifically.
Rosalia followed the local customs. When she had no difficult cases, she would concentrate on her desk, texting Kaka while criticizing the speed of the Italian police.
The military police battalion never does this, pointing fingers.jpg
Without the case, text messages became phone calls. From one call a day to two, and from half an hour to three hours.
São Paulo and Milan have a five-hour time difference during daylight saving time, so Rosalia always texts Kaka first after waking up. Kaka instinctively checks his phone to see if there are any extra messages. If there are, he happily replies. If not, he doesn't wait and immediately texts Rosalia, waiting for her to reply when she's free.
It has to be said that they have been calling each other a lot recently, some of which were even during Rosalia's working hours. Kaka flipped through the call time thoughtfully.
"The football atmosphere in Italy is so intense. They are not only aggressive on the field, but also fierce off it."
Kaka came out of the bedroom and went down to the living room to get a glass of water. He heard Digan sighing at his laptop on the sofa. He couldn't help but look sideways.
"What's wrong?"
"Here!" Di Gan pointed the computer screen towards Kaka and the video on the webpage. "Fans of Serie B's Monteverdi Football Club organized a car drag race to celebrate their team's rise to second place in the table. They were arrested by Italian police."
He clicked on the video and said, "I read in the report that in addition to the car that lost control and caused the fans to crash, a police officer was also injured."
Italian police injured.
These key words made Kaka frown. He put down his water cup, grabbed the computer, and looked at the video screen carefully.
The camera was shaking the whole time, and it should be a body-carrying camera, which recorded the scene of the police chasing and intercepting the fans' vehicles after receiving the news from a first-person perspective.
The stars weren't bright at night. A few cars whizzed by on a deserted suburban road. The photographer, presumably on the back of a motorcycle, couldn't move as fast as the cars, so he could only capture their rear ends and exhaust. Other police officers shouted at the men to stop through a megaphone, but they ignored them and even increased their speed in an attempt to outrun them.
Until a familiar Mercedes Benz hummed up from the side of the camera, its window flashing in the camera. The car, with its warning lights on, spun and dodged a friendly car, then spun its tires rapidly and rushed towards the car in front like a rocket.
The two cars were driving side by side, and it didn't slow down at all. It even turned the steering wheel and brushed past the door of the other car, causing sparks to fly instantly, which was very conspicuous in the dark night.
With another step on the accelerator, the Mercedes rushed to the front and had already surpassed the leading car by a considerable distance. Suddenly, it swung its body and drove towards the front of the leading car at a very fast speed. As the distance between the two cars got closer and closer, it did not dodge at all.
Perhaps the driver of the leading car didn't expect the other car to be so fearless, so he slammed on the brakes. Unfortunately, inertia caused the two cars to collide with each other, and the airbag hit his face.
Before he could open his eyes again, the car door suddenly opened and someone was pulled out. The person happened to be the driver of the car that had just driven towards him.
The cameraman, unprepared for the intensity of the situation, quickly zoomed in to capture the arrest. The man, as if sensing something, tilted his head and looked straight over—it was Rosalia, her hair disheveled over her shoulders, a serious expression on her face, her hands still tightly clutching the retching teenager on the ground.
Then the camera turned and started filming the frightened teenagers in the cars behind. Kaka quickly pulled the progress bar back, and when Rosalia appeared on the screen again, she was being helped into the ambulance by her colleagues. The video ended here, and the rest was filled with reporters' reports.
Judging from the time, this report was just released not long ago. Kaka's phone rang several times in succession. He opened it and saw that they were all greetings from teammates who attended the party that day. They had also read the report and sent messages to ask about Rosalia's situation.
Kaka pursed his lips and responded to each of them, thanking them for their inquiries and saying that he didn't understand the situation yet and would reply after he understood it.
The content of the text message made several teammates who were on vacation look at each other in confusion. Shevchenko asked uncertainly: "He seems angry?"
Maldini brought Daniel from his arms to apply sunscreen and nodded: "Yes, I guess he just found out too."
That's really bad. Shevchenko thought to himself that if he got injured on the court and didn't tell his family... He shuddered and quickly put the idea out of his mind, throwing the perfumed Daniel into the air.
"Let's go swimming!"
The author has something to say:
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Yeah, Angry Kaka is about to be online!
In order to avoid prophecy, a fictional Serie B club was created.
I watched the video of Incheon Airport. Kaka is so handsome. His hair looks much better than before (pointing and smacking).
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