Enrique y el Espectro (Esp/ Eng)

Enrique era un chico que estaba en la edad difícil, de adolescente a adulto, tendría unos 17 años, se encontraba en su momento de rebeldía, donde los consejos y las buenas intenciones para el no contaban, si iban en contra de lo que tuviera en mente por hacer, pues como todo chico a esa edad, pensaba que tenia todo resuelto, por lo tanto iba y venia a su antojo sin importarle la preocupación de su pobre madre.

Esta, era una señora sumamente trabajadora aparte dedicada a su hogar, con un marido sumamente machista que no le dejaba vida ni a ella ni a sus hijos, quizás por eso la rebeldía de Enrique, siempre lo que estaba prohibido era lo mas atrayente, cansado de tantos no, por parte de su padre se las ingeniaba, para hacer de las suyas con lo que quería y hasta mas allá de lo permitido.

Su madre, observaba estas actitudes con suma preocupación, sin saber ya que hacer para que Enrique, entrara en el redil, como quien dice y sin mucha ayuda del padre, era una tarea maratónica, siempre era una pelea, una llamada de atención en su liceo o cualquier otra cosa, una escapada del hogar a media noche, sin dar explicaciones, siempre era algo.

Hasta que una semana Santa o Mayor, Enrique sin temor a nada, mucho menos respeto por los dias santos, quería como siempre salirse con la suya y retirarse con sus amigos a unos dias de playa, pero no tenia el dinero y sabia que la única que podría dárselo era su madre, porque a su papá ni se le ocurría pedírselo, ya que sabia la respuesta, que era un no rotundo.

Su madre, no quería que el saliera de casa por esos dias, menos al mar, prefería que se quedara tranquilo por esos dias, así que le dijo que no le iba a dar el ansiado dinero. Enrique, monto en cólera y tuvieron una terrible discusión, ese viernes santo, para rematar el mal momento, Enrique le gritó a su madre, "Ojala y te murieras" y se fue a la calle sin el dinero en los bolsillos.

Su madre se quedó llorando, por las terribles palabras que su querido hijo le había lanzado a la cara, ese viernes santo, no pudo evitar sentir miedo por su revoltoso hijo, pero a la vez se sentía tan herida, tanto que ella se había aguantado por sus hijos y sobre todo por el, para que el le pagara con ese desprecio por ella, se quedó dormida llorando.

Esa madrugada Enrique, llegó a casa como si nada, pensando en llegar a dormir y ya. Su casa era grande con varios cuartos para el y sus hermanos, era espaciosa y con varios pasillos que daban paso a las diferentes estancias de la casa. Su cuarto estaba ubicado al final de uno de estos pasillos, era el mas aislado de la casa, así lo prefería el.

Al llegar, pasó por la cocina tomo un vaso de agua, cruzó la sala y enfilo por el pasillo que daba a su cuarto que quedaba al final, al llegar dentro de su cuarto, estaba una mujer de cabello negro, largo, de espaldas viendo por la única ventana de su cuarto, pensó que seria su madre o alguna de sus hermanas esperándolo, pero de repente cayo en cuenta ¿pero a oscuras, por que no prendía la luz si era alguna de ellas?

Se frenó en seco, una vez que razono esto y se quedó parado en el quicio de la puerta del cuarto, viendo a la extraña mujer. De repente esta mujer empezó a llorar muy quedito, pero luego fue subiendo el tono del llanto, hasta que solo fueron gritos ensordecedores. Enrique totalmente aterrado no hallaba que hacer, entonces del miedo que tenia, salió disparado por aquel largo pasillo.

Todos dormían, pero nadie parecía oír aquellos espantosos gritos, solo el, buscó donde esconderse y vio una antigua maquina de coser de su madre, que tenia un gran forro que la tapaba toda y debajo de todo aquello logro esconderse. Mientras tanto aquella horrible mujer solo le gritaba y le gritaba. Enrique solo se colocó en posición fetal, tapándose los oídos y llorando amargamente super asustado.

En esos instantes, recordó la fea discusión que tuvo con su madre y las horribles palabras que le dijo, en silencio, le pidió perdón al Sr de los cielos y de todos los tiempos , Dios, se prometió que en cuanto amaneciera le iba a pedir perdón a su madre. En ese instante en el patio de la casa se oyó el canto del gallo y al instante los gritos de aquel espectro se dejaron de oír.

Enrique, no se había percatado muy bien, hasta que oyó a su madre como siempre, preparando su café en la mañana, respiro aliviado y salió con cuidado de su escondite, fue corriendo donde su madre y la abrazó pidiéndole perdón por su feo comportamiento, su madre solo le correspondió el abrazo y le dijo: "Hijo feliz sábado de Gloria" y en ese momento Enrique entendió muchas cosas.

Hay cosas que aunque no se entiendan o no seas participe, o no sea de tu agrado, se deben de respetar y no buscar que otros eventos te lo enseñen por las malas, eso lo entendió Enrique hasta la fecha, hoy en día ya es un hombre maduro y aun recuerda aquel viernes Santo y aquel diabólico ser, que le recordó respetar lo que es sagrado, a Dios, a su madre y a los dias Santos.

Enrique was a boy who was in the difficult age, from teenager to adult, he would be about 17 years old, he was in his moment of rebellion, where the advice and good intentions for him did not count, if they went against what he had in mind to do, because like any boy at that age, he thought he had everything solved, therefore he came and went as he pleased without caring about the concern of his poor mother.

This was an extremely hardworking lady dedicated to her home, with a very macho husband who did not let her or her children live, maybe that's why Enrique's rebelliousness, always what was forbidden was the most attractive, tired of so many no's from his father, he managed to do whatever he wanted and even beyond what was allowed.

His mother observed these attitudes with great concern, not knowing what to do to bring Enrique into the fold, as it were and without much help from his father, it was a marathon task, it was always a fight, a call for attention in his high school or anything else, a runaway from home in the middle of the night, without giving explanations, it was always something.

Until one Holy Week or Major, Enrique without fear of anything, much less respect for the holy days, wanted as always to get his way and retire with his friends to a few days at the beach, but he did not have the money and knew that the only one who could give it to him was his mother, because his father did not even think of asking for it, since he knew the answer, which was a resounding no. His mother did not want him to go out with his friends and go to the beach.

His mother did not want him to leave the house for those days, especially not to the sea, she preferred him to stay quiet for those days, so she told him that she was not going to give him the money he was longing for. Enrique, got angry and they had a terrible argument, that Good Friday, to finish off the bad moment, Enrique shouted to his mother, "I wish you would die " and went to the street without the money in his pockets.

His mother was left crying, for the terrible words that her beloved son had thrown in her face, that Good Friday, she could not help but feel afraid for her unruly son, but at the same time she felt so hurt, so much that she had put up with for her children and especially for him, for him to pay her back with that contempt for her, she fell asleep crying.

That early morning Enrique, came home as if nothing, thinking to get to sleep and that's it. His house was large with several rooms for him and his siblings, it was spacious and with several corridors that led to the different rooms of the house. His room was located at the end of one of these corridors, it was the most isolated of the house, he preferred it that way.

When he arrived, he went through the kitchen, took a glass of water, crossed the living room and headed down the hallway that led to his room that was at the end, when he arrived inside his room, there was a woman with long black hair, with her back turned, looking out the only window of his room, he thought it would be his mother or one of his sisters waiting for him, but suddenly he realized, but in the dark, why didn't she turn on the light if it was one of them?

He stopped in his tracks, once he reasoned this out and stood in the doorway of the room, looking at the strange woman. Suddenly this woman began to cry very quietly, but then the tone of the crying increased, until it was only deafening screams. Enrique, totally terrified, could not find what to do, then, out of fear, he ran down the long corridor.

Everyone was asleep, but no one seemed to hear those dreadful screams, only him. He looked for a place to hide and saw his mother's old sewing machine, which had a large lining that covered it all, and he managed to hide underneath it all. Meanwhile that horrible woman just screamed and screamed at him. Enrique only placed himself in a fetal position, covering his ears and crying bitterly, super scared.

In those moments, he remembered the ugly argument he had with his mother and the horrible words she said to him, in silence, he asked for forgiveness to the Lord of the heavens and of all times, God, he promised himself that as soon as dawn broke he would ask his mother for forgiveness. At that moment, in the yard of the house, the rooster crowed and the screams of that specter were no longer heard.

Enrique had not noticed it very well, until he heard his mother as usual, preparing his coffee in the morning, he breathed a sigh of relief and carefully came out of his hiding place, he ran to his mother and hugged her asking her forgiveness for his ugly behavior, his mother only hugged him back and said: "Son, happy Saturday of Glory" and at that moment Enrique understood many things.

There are things that even if you do not understand or do not participate, or do not like them, you must respect them and not look for other events to teach them to you by force. Enrique has understood this to date, today he is a mature man and still remembers that Good Friday and that diabolical being, who reminded him to respect what is sacred, God, his mother and the Holy Days.