The men with two parts

The time and the place don't matter. Why? The answer is complicated. More complicated than the two people in this story.

Like in every story, a writer needs two to play more easily. It will not be so easy to be part of the game of reading. It will be more than two. It starts with a girl and a man. They don’t do a regular job.

She is trying to understand what it means to be human, and he is trying to manage the power of the leader in a closed institution.

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He was inside her, but it was not a love story. That late morning in his bed, she didn’t say the words, I love you. Also, him, no. What happened else in bed is between them. This story starts with a smile in the corridor. He continued to smile more and more. The eyes of this girl look like a baby's eyes. Inside them, you can’t find space for the bad.

With him, it is different.

Everyone in that closed institution speaks badly about him. He is not a good man, and the way he plays with the women is like a sexual toy. When I’m tired of your body, you can go.

In her eyes, he was like her brother, some before. She told her brother he was a pig who put the girls in bed like toys—yes, like toys, without respect!!

Her brother replied that he couldn’t respect a girl who didn’t want to be respected. Their love was like that of a sister and brother, and it was broken until the day he became the father of a girl. That day when she took the baby in her arms, she said to him ‘’ I was scared that I would never see you as a father. I will say thank you to your wife every day. She changed you.’’ That day, her brother just cried.

He put out of him the answer that he didn’t have the power to say that day, just some hours before, in a coffee shop.

-I have something to say.

-To me! You never share with me. It is not me, the best friend?

- Yes, because every time you said that, I could share with you till the limit of brotherhood.

I met a man like you during work, like you were before a man in two. The other workers gossip about him, calling him a bad person who plays with the girls. But he helped me when I was sick and every time I had a question.

-He hurt you?

-No! You know that I grew up with men, and you know what kind of job I did. And what kind of job am I doing?

- He doesn’t have the eyes of a bad person. It's like inside him is a significant trauma that he is hiding. He had a wife before. He struggles with work stress, and sometimes I have seen him being rude. It's like he has two parts. Sometimes wins his good part and sometimes his bad part. I can’t understand. He told me he is not a bad person, that he is not a bastard with the girls, and that he doesn’t lie.

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- Maybe he is in a time when he doesn't understand himself. You are my sister, and I adore that you want to help. I know you are an adult, an independent woman I’m proud of, and I love your kindness, but you can’t fix him.

-I did something bad. I told him I would speak to him when he was a man. You know that I’m a feminist. A girl was crying in front of his workplace, and I was there to return the postcard he had written for me.

-Why did you put it back?

-Because I can’t accept the words that he met me at the wrong time, at a time when he is supposed to be focused.

-Ah! Like always, the men are the problem for you. If a man wants to feel, let him think. The feminist part!

- Yes, he wrote that postcard, and after that, he touched a girl in an intimate part in a public place. One of my best friends texted me about what happened after another girl cried. He kissed me on my forehead, and after another girl cried, he touched another girl. He is like you before.

-I know you think that my wife changed me. No, that was not her. It was I who changed myself. Yes, she is indeed a woman who you can’t play with. In that time, I was like that because I didn’t know myself and didn’t know what to do with the power like a leader. I was scared that I would go down and lose the leadership. But I was not a pig as you think. All of us make mistakes, but we are not always wrong. I hope one day you will accept that sometimes the girls do bad things to other girls.

- What can I do now? I don’t like to offend people. 

-Go. Just go. You can’t fix it. You can’t help if he asks for help. And if he wants to be a man with two parts, let him be. He will find what he will do. Just go. Only he can help him. If he lies, he will choose to stop or not. You know what you need? Let him be with two parts!

-Yes, I know what I need. He is a good man who doesn’t control himself in bad moments. And I don’t want to know which kind of trauma is inside him. I will keep the good part of him, like a friend.