Chapter 3
It was ten years later when Kaka returned to the arms of God. He spent more than three thousand days and nights guarding Cristiano's tomb, and even Dolores let go of her hatred for him.
After Kaka's accidental death, Bosco and Simeone finally chose to bury him together with Cristiano according to Kaka's will.
Kaka does not feel that his soul has found peace. Returning to the Father in Heaven will not bring him peace. His soul died ten years ago.
This was just a physical death that was ten years late. He was powerless. He broke his promise to Cristiano again. He felt like a ridiculous and hateful coward. He would never be able to forgive himself, nor would he ever be forgiven by that person.
He thought so until his consciousness fell into darkness, and he thought, perhaps this is the end.
Unfortunately, it seemed that God had destined him to have no peace, and the sudden noise in his ears woke him up from his sleep.
Kaka suddenly opened his eyes.
"Kaka!" His brother Digan grabbed his hand and shook it happily, "Look! Your team scored a goal!"
Kaka didn't react for a moment, he was surprised to find that his brother had turned into a teenage boy, and after hearing what the other party said, he subconsciously turned to the old TV, which was full of a sense of age, and the TV was broadcasting a match between AC Milan and a certain team.
He didn't understand where he was or what was going on. Could it be that the other side of death was to review life like a revolving lantern?
How he wished he could see Cristiano again instead of looking at his silly brother here - sorry, although he missed this guy too, he thought, reaching out and ruffling Digan's curly hair.
"Kaka!" Digan complained dissatisfiedly.
Kaka unexpectedly discovered that his hands could actually sense touch, not some spirit. He jumped up suddenly: "God!"
"Why are you so startled?!" Digan was shocked.
"What time is this?" Kaka grabbed Digan.
"Nine past three in the evening?" Degan turned his head and glanced at the bulky clock.
"No, I mean, what year is it now, what day is it?" Kaka stared into Digan's eyes.
"2002... No, are you kidding me? Ha, I don't believe your tricks! You performed well this time." Di Gan braked triumphantly, rolled his eyes at his brother, thinking to himself, Kaka is such a childish guy, hey.
At this moment, young Simone and Bosco came down from upstairs arm in arm. Seeing this, they couldn't help but raise their eyebrows: "What are you two doing? By the way, Caroline's parents invited us to dinner next week, so you should prepare well."
Upon hearing this, Degan slumped down on the sofa and taunted his brother, "Come on, it's not me that Caroline's parents want to see, right Kaka?"
Simone covered her mouth and chuckled. It was obvious that she also knew the purpose of this banquet. Although Caroline and Kaka had only known each other for a few months, the parents of both sides were already convinced that the other party was the best choice for each other, and they spared no effort to promote this couple.
Kaka quickly remembered what time this was. He couldn't help but smile bitterly and squeezed his palms tightly.
Although he knew that he would never find his Cristiano again, the man with a mature soul, exceptionally strong yet exceptionally fragile and beautiful, he had to tell his parents who he really was.
He was a sinner who loved a man so deeply that he did not ask for a blessing, but he did not want to disappoint a girl again.
"Mom, Dad, we need to talk." Kaka stood in front of Simeone and Bosco.
Ten years of vigil had brought about a tremendous change in him. He was like two completely different people from the 20-year-old Prince of San Siro. His soul was bitter and cold, without a trace of life. When he said "we need to talk", all he thought of was the despair of not being able to die that day.
Simone and Bosco seemed to be startled. They looked at each other and sat down. They nodded and said gently, "Okay, kid, what do you want to say?"
…
The Wright family spent countless hours in silence digesting the news that Kaka brought.
Of course, Kaka did not tell them that the young body contained the soul of a fifty-year-old man, because if he did that he would just be sent to a mental hospital.
He just told his family that he would not go to the party and would not have any deeper contact with Caroline. He fell in love with a man, that's all.
During the following holidays, Bosco's cold violence and Simone's crying completely changed this family.
Digan accepted it quickly, but it was a little unbelievable - his brother was such a devout believer, but he actually fell in love with a man? ! God, isn't he afraid of going to hell?
"Digan, I've been there." Kaka looked at his brother and answered calmly.
Digan covered his mouth, he didn't know he had shouted out what was in his heart.
Simeone and Bosco looked at Kaka in shock, wondering how their son could say such vicious words.
Kaka thought to himself that he had not only been there but had even stayed there for ten years. There was nothing to be afraid of. The only thing that was really scary was to look at his lover so close to him but not be able to touch him.
As the holiday season came to an end, Simone didn't know what else she could do to get her son back.
She came to Kaka's room and looked at her proud son sitting in the sun. He seemed no different from a month ago, but it seemed as if everything had changed.
She could not feel the vitality in Kaka, and every day of interaction with him made her feel anxious and fearful, as if their son had died long ago, and what was here was just a body that could still walk and talk.
She didn't understand what had happened, and she wanted to know who had made their son like this, but she was very sure that it was just an impulse of adolescence, because Kaka always stayed in places where there were only men and was engaged in such high-intensity sports, so it was normal to have a temporary misconception of sexual orientation.
Kaka looked at his mother. He knew Simeone and what his mother was thinking at the moment. He said, "Mom, I said that my love for a man is not impulsive. If you are willing to believe it, the man in front of you is already a broken soul."
"How long have you been in the club? Even if there was that man, you were only together for such a short time. Are you sure you want to give so much?" Simeone looked at Kaka. For the first time, she was no longer crying. She took a deep breath and tried hard to learn to be a caring mother.
Kaka was surprised for a second, but soon he shook his head: "I feel that I have loved him for thirty years, and will continue to love him until this body returns to dust and earth returns to earth, that is the end of my love."
Simeone wanted to say, come on, you are not even thirty years old.
But she didn't say it out loud. She met her son's eyes and was shocked. She knew her son so well, and this made her suddenly realize that Kaka was serious, and even his words were true and he was not lying to anyone.
She involuntarily took two steps back, feeling powerless. She suddenly realized how deeply she could not change anything.
Kaka reached out and supported her: "Mom, I didn't mean to scare you, but please understand that I really love him, even if..."
He didn't say anything else, but just closed his eyes tightly, and tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes.
Even if he can never find his true love again.
Simeone looked at her eldest son, who had always been obedient and pious, and suddenly shed tears silently. She seemed to empathize with the suffocating sadness, as if all the air around Kaka had been taken away.
Simone opened her eyes wide, she was heartbroken. At this moment, she no longer cared that the other person loved a man. She took two steps forward and hugged Kaka, pressing him into her arms, and murmured softly: "Oh my God, Ricky...you...who is he? What did he do to you? He..."
“Mom, don’t ask.” Kaka covered his eyes, looking embarrassed and ridiculous. He whispered, “It’s meaningless. It’s not that he did anything to me. It’s me. I lost him. I let go of his hand at the beginning, so he left.”
"Whether in this world or in..." Kaka stopped talking. Even if God gave him the chance to live again, even if he could travel through countless parallel worlds, it would be meaningless.
"I'll never be able to find him again, Mom. I'll never be able to find someone exactly like him again." Kaka curled up and whimpered in pain. At that moment, he seemed to be twenty years old again, wanting so much for comfort and shelter.
Simeone panicked for a moment, as if she was going to lose Kaka too. She hugged her child tightly, her eyes moist, and looked up at the sky, as if she was talking to God.
Heavenly Father, please forgive him. He just used everything he had to love people. Merciful Father, please let him have his wish and do not torture your devout believers.
"Kaka, my poor child, God will bless you." Simeone choked and whispered, kissing Kaka's heart.
Kaka fell asleep in Simeone's arms, but his brows were furrowed, tears flowed from his eyebrows, and he could not find peace even in his dreams.
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Digan found that the atmosphere at home seemed to be changing for the better. At least, they started talking again.
So Digan bravely acted as the regulator, constantly livening up the atmosphere: "There's a football game tonight, why don't we go to the bar to watch it? The atmosphere there is good!"
Under normal circumstances, Simeone and Bosco would not agree, because Kaka already has many fans of his own, and going to the bar to watch a game might cause trouble.
But at this moment, Simeone nodded: "Good suggestion."
She hoped that maybe going out for a walk would help Kaka, or at least make him look better.
Kaka just said, "You guys go ahead, I want to watch some old games at home."
"Come on, you're just watching Sporting Lisbon's games at home recently. You might as well go to the bar with us to watch the live games." Di Gan interrupted. Don't think he doesn't know anything. He dared to bet that the sweetheart who made his brother so distracted and willing to fall out with his family must be in Lisbon.
But he was curious, had his brother ever played against Sporting Lisbon before? When did you meet?
He winked at his brother: "Today's game is a friendly match between Sporting Lisbon and Manchester United..."
Kaka was stunned for a moment. That game was today? He remembered that it was this game that made Sir Alex Ferguson take a fancy to Cristiano.
He immediately interrupted Digan and responded, "Okay."
Digan shut his mouth and raised his eyebrows proudly at Simeone and Bosco - Who is your smart baby?
Simeone and Bosco exchanged glances and seemed to understand something.
Kaka picked up a piece of clothing and put it on: "Then let's go?"
"Ah? So early?!" Digan was surprised.
“Find a good spot.”
Digan: “…”
When Di Gan saw his brother huddled around a group of smoking, tattooed burly men - that was indeed the best position to watch the game - but Simeone and Bosco obviously didn't like such an environment, and their eyes almost pierced Di Gan - Di Gan covered his face and screamed in his heart, God, what on earth did that guy in Lisbon do to his brother?
Kaka has watched almost all of Cristiano's games for Sporting Lisbon. He is a young boy who has not yet lost his youthfulness. When he scores a goal, he will excitedly clench his fists, kneel down and slide a long distance, with his eye sockets and eyelids red with excitement. When he loses, he will lie on the grass, bury his whole face in the grass, and sob until his whole body shakes.
Kaka knew very well that they were two souls.
But he swore to himself that he would be by Cristiano Ronaldo's side, loving him and protecting him as his best friend and strongest supporter.
The game started and Kaka watched it calmly.
Cristiano was the starter, and the boy was busy looking around in the camera. Kaka found that in this game, the boy seemed to start applying hair gel.
He couldn't help but smile slightly.
Di Gan, Bosco and Simeone, who were always observing Kaka, saw this and immediately sat up straight and analyzed in a low voice: "I haven't seen Kaka like this in a long time?! I knew it, it must be one of the players here!"
"Which number did you say it was? Several just passed by, No. 18? No. 25? No. 28?" Simeone asked one by one.
Bosco said with a sullen face: "I have to say first that I really, really don't want to get involved in your nonsense topic. But I personally think it's the 28th."
Simone didn't bother rolling her eyes at her husband, but she did take his advice: "Number 28? I didn't have time to see it clearly just now. Let me take a closer look later. By the way, what's the reason?"
"The other two are too old." Bosco snorted.
Digan: “…” As far as he knew, those two men were only about the same age as his brother. Was that polite?
Besides, the size 28 is too small! ? He even suspected that the guy number 28 was not older than him! I'm afraid that if someone bumps into me on the court, I'll fall out and cry.
He was just mumbling this in his mind when the match had already started for almost ten minutes when he heard the commentator on TV suddenly exclaim:
"The ball is at Ronaldo's feet! Mr. Cristiano Ronaldo, the rising star of Sporting Lisbon, is incredibly fast! He fooled Scholes on the opposite side and successfully brought the ball into the penalty area!"
"Leon committed a foul! This flying tackle knocked Ronaldo down! Oh, it was a hard fall. The team doctor came up and gave him a simple treatment. God bless him."
There was a chorus of boos in the bar, and Degan spread his hands to see how accurate his words were.
He subconsciously looked at his eldest brother, his eyes suddenly widened in surprise, and saw Kaka clenching the beer glass in his hand, almost the same as the sturdy drunk who stood up and complained next to him.
Digan felt that he hadn't seen Kaka with such clear emotions for a long time. He blinked hard, and then heard his parents whispering beside him:
"Number 28."
"That's right."
The team doctor took a long time to treat him because Cristiano Ronaldo's face was bleeding profusely. He looked dazed, as if he didn't feel any pain, but the skin on the tip of his nose and both sides of his cheeks were red due to the physiological pain, and he looked very pitiful.
When Simone and Bosco saw the camera cut over, they couldn't help but gasp. Bosco slammed the cup on the table: "This is too much!"
"Poor kid...can he ever kick again?"
Simeone said this worriedly, and looked at Kaka, only to see that his eldest son had a tense face and his lips were pursed into a straight line.
She had no doubt that if Kaka was on the court, the guy named Leon on the opposite side would be beaten up right now.
Simeone paused and shook his head to get rid of the thought. Kaka would not hit anyone, right?
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