CHAPTER 9
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Kadia: Aye Jamila, do you want to get out of this house?
Me: but wallah it's more comfortable and in addition we are African.
Kadia: hmm! Jamilla?
Me: now make one bowl and we'll eat on the floor.
Kadia: Jamila you want...
Me: please, I say it's me.
Kadia: I don't know where you got all that courage.
Me: ? so?
Kadia: well if it's you who assumes.
I smile and leave to spread out the mat. I bring everything we need. We're going to have fun.
I was going to leave but I see Jamil in front of me.
Jamil: *whispers* that's good, myself that's what I wanted. He said smiling.
I didn't expect it. I smile back at him but close my face in the field.
Me: *whisper* don't smile at me because that's why I'm not studying anymore.
We whisper because there's the whole family here. But he couldn't see us because they were all back.
He looks at me and bursts out laughing.
Lahilaha illallah?
The others turn to us and he finally stops laughing.
I turn around a second and go into the kitchen.
Kadia: it's ready. Jamila it's not sure dh.
Me: I never thought I would see a sissy in my life like you.
Her: I tell you rk.
She takes the dish and goes out, then puts it down.
Me: come eat it's ready.
They all get up and walk towards the table but seeing the expression on their faces seeing the bowl on the floor, I wanted to stop myself from laughing, but unfortunately I giggled.
They all look at me in shocked mode except Jamil who also refrained from laughing at this i***t.
Me: actually there is TV showing funny things anh Jamil tells them.
Him: uh....yes yes.
Uncle dad: why aren't we eating on the table today?
Nina: that's what I was wondering.
Khady: I'm sure it's that Jamila plague.
Me: Actually, that's...yes that's me. It's more comfortable. That is what I thought.
Uncle Papa: ahh that girl.
Me: This girl is Jamila Fekir.
He looks at me for too long until even the others look at us both. But it's embarrassing these kinds of looks.
Jamil: uh... dad.
Uncle Dad: let's eat.
Khady: and this is where we are going to eat there?
Me: In our country my aunt, democracy wins.
Khady: what do you mean?
Me: who are who want to eat on the ground.
They all look at me like I'm a tramp. Well thanks if that's what you think.
Me: I'm hungry DH
Fatima: for me, it's on the ground that I would like to eat, moreover, it's more our culture.
Jamil: yes me too I agree.
Khady: Jamil are you kidding me?
Jamil: mom.
Nina: Ahh well, let's try. We haven't done that for years.
Uncle dad: come eat it's better. And I don't want to be repeated.
I smiled as Aunt Khady seethed with anger. I think I'm starting to win their hearts little by little and also manage to do what I want. Mdrrr, I am strong me.
We ate in peace. I wanted to talk but Aunt Khady kept giving me scarface looks.
Nina: she's right, it's more comfortable.
I almost jumped when the door to the house suddenly opens and Uncle Daddy gets up.
It was Aïcha with Diarra and a woman who really looked like Aïcha, it must be her mother.
Well I don't care, I eat first.
Everyone stopped except me of course. Uncle Dad, his wives and his son got up.
I turn around and see that the woman looked really revered.
The woman: Moustapha I would not accept any disrespect coming from you then not from a simple maid who works here.
Looks like Aisha reported me to her mother. OHLALA LOOKS LIKE A KID??.
I get up because I can't miss this. I got up with my spoon filled with rice which I put in my mouth before speaking.
Me: *full mouth* you don't suck.
Aisha: badly civilized.
I swallow everything and move on. Thanks anyway!
Uncle Dad: what's going on Maryam. He said to Aisha's mother.
Maryam: I don't know what girl it is again but she disrespected my daughter and that in front of everyone.
Me: is her name Jamila?
Maryam: yes you know him?
Me: If I'm not wrong, it's me.
She frowns and walks towards me.
Ohlolo, I am two heads taller than her but Masha Allah she is dionguama.
Maryam: how dare you talk badly about my daughter.
Khady: but.....
Me: aunty Khady please for this time.
She is silent and crosses her arms. It's better for her.
Me: so she came to you to denounce me. Mdrrr, she really looks like a kid.
Maryam: no she came angry and it was my son Hakim who told me what had happened and you will quickly apologize to her because she is better than you. You're just a maid here.
Me: Aïcha, call your father and I don't care what his opinion is. I'm not going to apologize because she's not better than me, we are equal in the eyes of Allah maybe not in the eyes of whoever loves you...oops I want whoever loves your money.
Wesh she is fast her. She ran towards me and wanted to hit me but her mother held her back.
Tonton Papa: but what is this scandal in this house. This place is not a theater.
Me: really.
Uncle dad: and you Jamila what did you do to make this happen. Everything they say, I would believe them because since you came you keep changing our habits and I'm sure you're just doing stupid things.
Hehe, Masha Allah dh.
Me: I didn't do anything, I just defended my patient.
Maryam: this family has always respected us and my son He has always done what he wants but they didn't say anything so you a maid you are not going to lecture my son and disrespect my daughter.
Fouy ngua nak?
Nina: but calm down Maryam.
Maryam: I'M NOT GOING TO CALM DOWN...
uncle dad: AND YOU ARE NOT GOING TO SHOUT IN MY HOUSE.
This is a real head of the family.
Me: please please. Don't shout there, there are neighbors and there's my patient who may have a headache.
Jamil: Be serious Jamila.
Me: as you kindly asked. Jamila's speech then begins Radio Silence.
I see Jamil shaking his head. Mrrr. Ok let's get down to business.
Me: Maryam, I think, this story is between Aïcha and me and she's a big girl, she can defend herself very well. And what happened lately wasn't his problem either. If you, Aïcha, want your brother to pull Fatima's hair without her being able to defend herself, that was before but now, if that's the case, you stick your finger in your eye and also in your nose. I wouldn't let anyone outside of this family touch a single hair of Fatima because she is not your exclave but a person like you. And if you think you're richer than them because your husband is a minister, put your finger in your nose again because I'm sure what they earn per month, your husband does not earn per year so who cares how rich you are. And also this respect you speak of, respect is earned and it's reciprocal but if your daughter doesn't give me respect I'm absolutely not going to give her anything in return. I also won't accept her insulting my mother. I wanted to tell her the same thing but the pain that is in the heart is worse than the one that is outside and I knew that if I insult her mother she will have a heartache and I will feel a big pain. respect to all the mothers of this world I would never dare to be insulted that's why I took another way to make her pay for disrespecting my mother. My mother is not your equal Aïcha. Hope you got it so there you go.
Maryam: the....
Me: cheut, the meal got cold.
Nina: I agree with Jamila, because I wanted to say it, your family they do what they want to my daughter especially Hakim but I say nothing out of respect. But too much is too much Maryam.
Maryam: you are the one who will say that Nina.
Me: come eat rice with fish it's good dh.
Jamil who was next to me whispers to me.
Him: why are you never serious?
Me: But I'm hungry. And if I were you, I would have defended my girlfriend. Say I too in a whisper.
He *whispers* I defend my sister first.
Me: *whisper* actually you're defending nobody.
The others were talking too so they couldn't hear us.
Him:*whispers*why we whisper all the time.
Me: "whisper* I wanted to ask you the same thing.
Him: *whispers* I whisper because you whisper.
Me: *whisper* you whispered first.
Him: *whispers* because if I don't whisper the others will hear us.
Me: *whisper* I'm hungry.
Him: *whispers* me too.
I sigh and walk forward.
Maryam: You disappoint me Nina, you defend this maid. But it's a shame, it's not even in your class.
Me: the good dh, you will leave her alone.
Aïcha: you don't talk like that to my mother woodcock.
Me: lol, you're not hungry.
They all turn to me.
Me: actually uh...I...
Nina: I'm hungry
Uncle Dad: *sighs* Maryam after what Jamila said I think she's the one who's right.
They look at us and leave. At last!
We all sit down and eat and this time with Diarra.
Uncle Dad: Jamila, you shouldn't talk like that.
Me: but I only defended myself. Just because they're richer than me doesn't mean I'm going to let them insult me.
Fatima: and wealth or poverty is found in the heart. Jamila's words.
Nina: That's what your namesake also said even though she was rich.
She smiles but Khady does a phenomenal thip.
Laylaaa, she has saliva dh mom.
Me: in addition uncle dad, they pay me to take care of Fatima but I also wouldn't want them to betray her in this way, and she sometimes hurts.
Khady: I have never, ever seen a girl like Jamila.
Me: I am the one and only Jamila my aunt. You wanted some tamarind, it's going to be too good with the rice.
She rolls her eyes and huffs.
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