[ESP + ENG] Mentirosos / Liars - (relato familiar / family story)

Versión Español:

Mentirosos

El señor Robinson llegaba pasadas las 7 a su casa en el mejor barrio de la ciudad en las afueras, era viernes y pese a algunos problemas que finiquitaba en su empresa no le gustaba quedarse hasta tarde, al terminar de estacionar su vehículo escucha un estruendo afuera de su garaje, instintivamente toma uno de sus palos de golf para defenderse y sale rápido para ver que habia sucedido, encuentra a Thomas sacudiéndose el polvo de la ropa, echa una mirada hacia arriba y observa como su hija se oculta en su ventana.

-Buenas noches señor Robinson, ¿ por casualidad no ha visto a mi gato ?.

-Buenas noches Thomas, no lo he visto, apenas estoy llegando del trabajo.

-Anda perdido sabe, luego mi mama se altera si no ve a su gato.

La primera mentira de la noche y por partida doble, Thomas era el inútil hijo de sus vecinos los Laurents, que luego de fracasar en la universidad había regresado a casa, estaba viviendo en la cochera, no tenía trabajo, y tampoco hacia el esfuerzo por encontrar uno, ademas de pasarse todo el día fumando «MaryJane», el muchacho no era su problema, no era su hijo, hasta el día que su pequeña Lory, se enamoro del zoquete, el como todo padre preocupado le prohibió a la hija que lo viera, cuando la chica comenzó a desmejorar sus notas en la universidad.

-¿Al gato de tu mama no lo atropello un auto el mes pasado?.

-Claro, con razón no lo encontramos, nos vemos luego señor Robinson, buenas noches!!!.

-Buenas noches.... tarado.

Apenas entro a la casa se topo con la siguiente mentira, Lory bajo corriendo las escaleras gritando -Papa, papa!!!-, lo abrazo y le dio unos cuantos besos,-estaba estudiando para un examen!!!-, le dijo la hija descaradamente, el olor a pino fresco del aromatizador era tan fuerte en ella que no le cabía la menor duda que era lo que realmente estuvo haciendo en su habitación con Thomas. Lory le pregunto a su papa por el dinero para su viaje a las montañas con sus amigas, el viaje saldría caro, varios miles de dolares, cualquiera pensaría que en vez de alquilar una cabaña la estaban comprando, pero por suerte el señor Robinson se había topado con unas revistas sobre cultivos hidroponicos en el cuarto de su hija una semanas atrás, así que le dio un cheque post fechado para dentro de dos semanas.

-Gracias Papa, de verdad que la vamos a pasar bien.

-¿Y tu madre no ha llegado a casa?

-No papa tu sabes que anda muy metida con sus clases de pilates, ¿ vas a cocinar algo ?.

-No, mejor pide unas pizzas.

El señor Robinson puso algo de dinero sobre la mesa y subió a cambiarse, al rato cuando llego la pizza bajo a comer, le gustaba que estuviera caliente, mientras compartía con su hija, llego su esposa, Susan, fresca como una lechuga, el sabía perfectamente que su esposa detestaba ducharse en el baño común del gimnasio, pero por extraño que parezca 2 veces a la semana retornaba a casa bañada, el señor Robinson saco sus cuentas, después de casi 20 años de casados la vida sexual con Susan era como un cometa que pasaba una vez al mes y habia meses que el cometa no pasaba. Lo que había sido solo una sospecha se convirtió en una realidad, hace unos 6 meses atrás, una noche que salió tarde la oficina se acerco al apartamento que tenían en el centro de la ciudad, vio salir a su esposa del edificio acompañada de un hombre mucho mas joven, musculoso, seguro algún instructor o compañero del gimnasio realmente no importaba mucho.

-¿Como estas amor, que tal la clase de hoy ?.

-Agotadora, amor!!!.

-Susan ya pensaste que quieres para nuestro aniversario de bodas numero 20, ¿ una gran fiesta con todos los amigos o un crucero de dos semanas por el Caribe ?.

-Déjame pensar, de verdad que no quiero perderme dos semanas mis clases de pilates, hagamos mejor la fiesta.

-Ok, yo me encargo, llamare al club, haré la reservaciones, contratare a la decoradora, elegiré el menú.

-Gracias amor tu siempre tan considerado.

Se despidieron con un beso falso, en el que ni si quiera se tocaron sus labios, Susan subió a cambiarse, otra mentira mas!!!, de antemano el sabía muy bien que elegiria la fiesta por encima del viaje. El señor Robinson se encerró en su despacho, estaba esperando un mensaje importante, aprovecho de servirse un whisky doble, saco un habano cubano de contrabando que escondía en una caja detrás de unos libros de su biblioteca, le habia prometido a Susan que habia dejado de fumar, una mentirijilla blanca no le haría mella, abrió la ventana y encendió el cigarro, meditaba sobre sus próximas acciones, cuando se entero de la infidelidad de su esposa consulto a su abogado acerca del divorcio, y para ser un abogado fue el único honesto en esta historia, el leguleyo le dijo la triste realidad, Susan se quedaría con su hermosa casa, el apartamento del centro ya era de su propiedad pues fue su regalo por el 15vo aniversario y la empresa se tendría que dividir.

El señor Robinson no tenía como comprarle su mitad y Susan menos, así que luego de esforzarse por mas de 20 años con su negocio tendría que venderlo, quitando los costes de la venta, los abogados, la liquidación de los empleados y todos los gatos adicionales por el divorcio, las perspectivas del señor Robinson eran comenzar de cero con 47 años y tan solo unos cuantos cientos de miles de dolares, allí tomo su decisión ...-ring, ring- el repique de su smartphone le anuncia la llegada del mensaje que estaba esperando, al abrir se encontro con unas atrevidas fotos en bikini de Jane su secretaria media japonesa, tan solo tenía 25 años, la muchacha le habia ayudado los últimos meses al borrarle del paladar la amargura de los cuernos de Susan, pero el no era tonto, sabía perfectamente que la muchacha solo estaba con el por su dinero, otra mentira mas, la chica le texteo un mensaje.

-Bebe, ¿cual te gusta mas este o el negro?.

-El de flores te queda mejor Jane.

-Los dos son nuevos, los acabo de comprar para el viaje al Caribe que me prometiste, ¿ nos vamos después de la fiesta de tu aniversario cierto ?.

-Si claro bebe, luego de la fiesta haremos ese viaje juntos.

El señor Robinson la corto rápido quería tener la linea desocupada, ese no era el mensaje importante que estaba esperando, luego de hablar con su abogado tomo la decisión de mentir, a su esposa, a su hija, a los amigos, a sus empleados, hasta a Jane su joven amante. Había desfalcado a su propia empresa, una lastima, pero unos cuantos millones eran mejor para arrancar de cero que solo unos cientos de miles, dentro de dos semanas cuando los de hacienda se hicieran presente en la empresa se descubriría todo, tenía ya varios meses de atraso en el pago de los impuestos, pero el no estaría ni en la empresa, ni en su casa, ni en la ciudad, tampoco en el Caribe con Jane, se iría muy muy lejos!!! -ring,ring- ahora el repique se su teléfono si era del mensaje que estaba esperando aquella noche.

-Buenas noches señor R.

-Buenas noches señor K, ¿ ya recibió el pago ?, seguí todos los pasos y entregue el efectivó tal cual me ordeno esta tarde.

-Si recibido el pago, todo en orden señor R, su pasaporte y papeles nuevos solo aguardan por su nuevo nombre, ¿ ya lo tiene señor R?.

El señor Robinson había pasado varios meses meditando y planificando hasta el último detalle su plan de huida, no quería que hacienda estuviera detrás de sus espaldas, así que contratar al señor K, un profesional en la materia para que le creara una nueva identidad que le permitiera moverse libre y cómodamente sentado en la primera clase de un avión y no como una rata escondido en la maleta de un auto fue una de sus prioridades, el trabajo era caro pero valía cada centavo, pero hasta ese momento no había pensando seriamente en cual sería u nuevo nombre.

-Señor R. ,¿ Ya tiene un nombre ?.

-Deme tan solo un minuto.

-Valentino Cruz.

El señor Robinson no tenía ni un solo rasgo o gota de sangre latina en su cuerpo, pero ya que iba a empezar a vivir una mentira, sería una grande.

Fin.

Versión English:

liars

Mr. Robinson arrived at his house after 7 o'clock in the best neighborhood of the city on the outskirts, it was Friday and despite some problems that he settled in his company he did not like to stay late, when he finished parking his vehicle he heard a noise outside from his garage, he instinctively grabs one of his golf clubs to defend himself and rushes out to see what had happened, he finds Thomas brushing the dust off his clothes, he looks up and watches as his daughter hides in his window.

-Good evening Mr. Robinson, have you not seen my cat by any chance?

-Good evening Thomas, I haven't seen you, I'm just getting home from work.

-You're lost, you know, then my mom gets upset if she doesn't see her cat.

The first lie of the night and doubly so, Thomas was the useless son of his neighbors the Laurents, who after failing college had returned home, was living in the garage, had no job, and was not making an effort to save himself. to find one, in addition to spending all day smoking "MaryJane", the boy was not his problem, he was not his son, until the day his little Lory fell in love with the clod, he, like every concerned father, forbade his daughter to I saw it, when the girl began to deteriorate her grades at the university.

-Didn't your mom's cat get hit by a car last month?

-Of course, no wonder you can't find it, see you later, Mr. Robinson, good night!

-Good night.... moron.

As soon as he entered the house, he ran into the following lie, Lory ran down the stairs shouting -Dad, dad!!!-, she hugged him and gave him a few kisses, -I was studying for an exam!!!-, the woman told him. cheekily, the smell of fresh pine from the air freshener was so strong on her that she had no doubt that it was what she had really been doing in her room with Thomas. Lory asked her father for the money for her trip to the mountains with her friends, the trip would be expensive, several thousand dollars, anyone would think that instead of renting a cabin they were buying it, but luckily Mr. Robinson had He had stumbled across some hydroponics magazines in his daughter's room a few weeks ago, so he gave her a post-dated check due two weeks from now.

-Thank you Dad, we are really going to have a good time.

-And your mother has not come home?

-No dad, you know that she is very involved with her Pilates classes, are you going to cook something?

-No, better order some pizzas.

Mr. Robinson put some money on the table and went up to change, after a while when the pizza arrived he went down to eat, he liked it to be hot, while he shared with his daughter, his wife, Susan, arrived, fresh as a lettuce, he knew perfectly well that his wife hated taking a shower in the common bathroom of the gym, but oddly enough, she returned home bathed twice a week, Mr. Robinson took out his accounts, after almost 20 years of marriage, sex life with Susan was like a comet that passed once a month and there were months that the comet did not pass. What had been only a suspicion became a reality, about 6 months ago, one night when he left the office late, he approached the apartment they had in the center of the city, he saw his wife leave the building accompanied by a man much younger, muscular, sure some instructor or gym buddy didn't really matter much.

-How are you love, how was class today?

-Exhausting, love!!!.

-Susan, have you thought about what you want for our 20th wedding anniversary, a big party with all your friends or a two-week Caribbean cruise?

-Let me think, I really don't want to miss my Pilates classes for two weeks, let's make the party better.

-Ok, I'll take care of it, I'll call the club, I'll make the reservations, I'll hire the decorator, I'll choose the menu.

-Thank you, love, you are always so considerate.

They said goodbye with a fake kiss, in which they didn't even touch their lips, Susan went up to change, another lie! He knew very well why he had chosen the party over the trip. Mr. Robinson locked himself in his office, he was waiting for an important message, he took advantage of serving himself a double whiskey, he took out a contraband Cuban cigar that he hid in a box behind some books from his library, he had promised Susan that he had stopped smoking, a white lie wouldn't make a dent, he opened the window and lit the cigarette, meditating on his next actions, when he found out about his wife's infidelity he consulted his lawyer about the divorce, and to be a lawyer he was the only honest one In this story, the lawyer told her the sad reality, Susan would keep her beautiful house, the apartment in the center was already her property as it was her gift for the 15th anniversary and the company would have to be divided.

Mr. Robinson had no way to buy his half and Susan less, so after struggling for more than 20 years with his business he would have to sell it, removing the costs of the sale, the lawyers, the liquidation of the employees and all the additional expenses. Because of the divorce, Mr. Robinson's prospects were to start from scratch at the age of 47 and only a few hundred thousand dollars, that's when he made his decision...-ring, ring- the ringing of his smartphone announces the arrival of the message What was he waiting for, when he opened he found some daring bikini photos of Jane, his average Japanese secretary, she was only 25 years old, the girl had helped him in recent months by erasing the bitterness of Susan's horns from his palate, but he didn't He was stupid, he knew perfectly well that the girl was only with him for his money, another lie, the girl texted him a message.

-Baby, which one do you like more, this one or the black one?

-The one with flowers suits you much better, Jane.

-Both are new, I just bought them for the trip to the Caribbean that you promised me, we're leaving after your anniversary party, right?

-Yes of course baby, after the party we will make that trip together.

Mr. Robinson quickly cut it off, he wanted to have the line free, that was not the important message he was expecting, after talking with his lawyer he made the decision to lie, to his wife, his daughter, friends, his employees, even to Jane his young lover. He had embezzled his own company, a pity, but a few million was better to start from scratch than only a few hundred thousand, within two weeks when the treasury showed up at the company everything would be discovered, he had already been in business for several months late payment of taxes, but he would not be in the company, nor in his house, nor in the city, nor in the Caribbean with Jane, he would go far, far away!!! -ring, ring- now the ringing was on his phone if it was from the message he was waiting for that night.

Good evening, Mister. R.

-Good evening Mister. K, have you already received the payment? I followed all the steps and delivered the cash as ordered this afternoon.

-Yes payment received, everything in order, Mister. R, your passport and new papers are only waiting for your new name, do you already have it, Mister. R?

Mr. Robinson had spent several months meditating and planning his escape plan down to the last detail, he did not want the treasury to be behind his back, so he hired Mister. K, a professional in the field to create a new identity for him that would allowing you to move freely and comfortably sitting in the first class of an airplane and not hiding like a rat in the trunk of a car was one of your priorities, the work was expensive but worth every penny, but until that moment you had not seriously thought about which it would be your new name.

-Mister. R., do you already have a name?

-Give me just a minute.

-Valentino Cruz.

Mr. Robinson didn't have a single trace or drop of Latino blood in his body, but since he was going to start living a lie, it was going to be a big one.

End.

La imagen principal fue tomada del banco de imagenes Freepick y editada luego en la pagina fotoefectos. Las otras dos imágenes las edite yo.