Juan takes the bags

“Juan, you can stay and help me carry the stuff in.” Oz said to the man on the passenger seat as he looked into the mirror to see if Maria and the others had already left the car.

Once the doors slammed, silence spread in the car. Oz confirmed that Maria and the kids were at the gate and then the engine sound revved up as he drove closer to the garage.

Juan, who was glancing over to him then and now wanted to say various things to him. He was angry and frustrated. He wanted to call him a devil and a tempter. But none of the words he wanted to say came to his mind only in his native tongue. He was at a loss of words, despite, or even more so because of the strong emotions he felt. He felt a slight urge to try his luck and let his fist do the talking, but was discouraged to do so once he took a longer look at the hand at the steering wheel.

Oz on the other hand was in rather good spirits. He hummed a few passages from the song on the radio as he carefully parked the car. He glanced over to Juan as he stopped the car and saw that his expression was still reflecting anger. He did not care much, because he knew that they can’t do much about it and what is more, it might still be only in his mind. The only proof against him could be Maria, but she has yet to talk or say a single thing about it. He knew that if Juan really wanted to say something, he’d just have to wait and listen to him. But Juan simply kept up his angry expression and could not speak a single word. Oz put on a smile:

“Alright, Juan. Help me get all this stuff into the house. Then we feast.”

“Okay.” Juan said very briefly.