CHAPTER 8
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I arrive home a few minutes later and there was nobody apart Kadia. Like me, my job is only in the morning and in the evening?
I go up to my room and call my mother.
Her: I miss you so much my Jami
Me: me too mom.
Her: do they treat you well.
Me: more or less.
She: um.
Me: mom, if you need anything you call me huh.
Her: I don't need anything, there's Alya and Ouma so alhamdoulilah.
Me:hiiii mum my first night without you was a disaster.
Her: you're talking about me there, I miss you too much my baby.
Me: if marrying his mother was legal, you would carry my last name and I would never leave you again wallah.
Her: oh mad. She said laughing.
Me: like mother like daughter.
We talked too long, like 1 hour of time and I told him the facts and all that.
Her: I have to hang up.
Me: go bye mom.
Me/she: mainly does duas.
Ahlala, we said it again together.
Me: mdrr, take care of yourself, and you don't care about the spades the neighbors throw at you.
Her: You don't know me. Ok bye, I have to prepare the meal.
Me: my kiss is on the way.
Diarra's POV.
After finishing the meeting, there's nothing to do at work so we go home.
As soon as we arrive, I go to my room, take a shower, dress lightly but in a tight dress that brings out all my shapes. After all, I go to Abdel, he doesn't work on Saturdays. I also make up lightly and perfume myself. I wear not too high heels and go down to the kitchen. I find these two chicks that I don't like at all.
I walk to the fridge and get some cold water. I drink and leave the house.
I cross the road and arrive. I ring the doorbell and Abdel himself opens the door. Damn, this beauty.
Him: That's my sister.
But him, he considers me like a sister pffff.
Me: hi you. RESUME?
Him: alhamdulilah. Don't stay in between.
Me: where is Aisha?
Him: still in his room.
I smile and walk to her room.
I open it and find her in front of her mirror making herself beautiful.
Me: s******c girl.
Her: you're sexy as djadja darling.
Me: all this for your brother, who sees me as a sister.
Her: I told you many times to go tell him how you feel.
Me: you really see me going to flirt with a guy Aïcha. I say as I lay on the bed.
Her: saying your feelings and flirting are two different words.
She turns to me.
She: How do you like me?
Me: beautiful, gorgeous and cute.
Her: cute is for the shy, please Diarra expresses sexy for me. I was going to come see you but you were there first.
Me: me or my nephew?
Her: both of you, like you came here rk.Me: This didn't get me. Listen to me carefully.
She: I offer you my ears.
Me: There's a new maid at home.
Her: is she beautiful?
Me: beautiful with macha allah crazy curves. Um, do something before she takes your Jamil.
Her: already this Kadia, but she doesn't mind, I'm more beautiful, sexier, more magnificently gorgeous than her and richer than her. And this news can't get past me.
Me: she is so beautiful this girl.
Her: only this Jadida can scare me with her beauty. Nobody else, I don't even know how she managed to have such a beauty. And I'm about to snatch this beauty from her. I'm even ashamed to say it.
Me: Well you said it, she's the news.
She stands up abruptly and stares at me.
Her: f**k you Diarra.
Me: no, I wouldn't even dare.
Her: JAMILA UNDER THE SAME ROOF AS JAMIL.
Me: stop screaming.
Her: I already did everything to make her more of this world because she kept watching my guy and there he is under her roof. We have to get her out.
Me: Anyway, nobody likes her apart from this Kadia and this crazy Nina.
Her: crazy women are made to leave together.
We laugh and I continue to tell him the nonsense that Jamila has done these last two days.
Her: if Tonton Moustapha hates her then that's for sure, she gets out for sure.
Me: here it is.Her: we're going shopping for me to buy even more clothes... you know, provocative. And on the way back we'll pick up Hakim, he goes down at 2 p.m.
Me: you there Jamila scares you dh.
Her: that poor girl pffff.
Jamila's POV
I just got a message saying, "Jamila, you're picking me up at 2 p.m.."
It must be Fatima. I then register his number.
Me: I'm going to pick up Fatima.
Her: ok, and hurry up, I'll be waiting for you alone for the meal.
Me: inshallah
Since Jamil had asked me for the keys, I gave them to him. Now I have to go get them.
I knock on his door and he tells me to come in.
I walk in and he was on his bed staring at the ceiling. Lahilaha illallah, even with the t-shirt he wears, you can see those abs. Aisha is lucky dh.
Him: what do you want?
Me: uh...the keys.
Him: for?
Me: get your sister back.
Him: no.
Me: uhhhh. She gets off at 2 p.m. and it's 1:30 p.m.
Him: I'm going to go get it.
Me: good as you want.
I was about to leave when I see the keys near him. Anyway, I'm too bored here.
I walk up to him and grab the keys quickly but he gets up and puts his hand on mine so I don't leave.
He had his face close to mine.
Him: What are you doing. He said softly.
Me: *whispering* I said I was going to take Fatima.
Him: *whispering* why are you whispering?
Me: *whispering* because you are whispering.Him: *whispering* and why do you want to go and take Fatima?
Me: because she asked me to.
Him: finally you speak normal. He said standing up.
Me: let go of my hand, it hurts dh.
He releases me and I walk out, cheuteuteut, this guy killed me.
I hurry to get into the gova and start. I'll give you the ride.
I arrive and park in front of the school waiting for her to come out but she doesn't come out and it's 2:05 p.m. Since I hate to wait and I've been here for 10 minutes, I go out and enter.
But I see a group of students. I approach closer and see Fatima being pulled by the hair by a guy and there were a few students around her. The three that I had seen this morning, Zehma these friends were trying to save him but nothing.
I walk over to them and stand next to the guy. I stare at him until he finally looks up at me, I punch his arm and he finally leaves.
Me: you see that now there are people stronger than you dirty hra. I'm pretty sure you don't fight guys but you prefer to hit girls because obviously your strength is greater than their strength.
Him: who are you?
I look at Fatima who looks back at me, maybe she doesn't want me to say who I am to her.
Me: her friend. And you know very well that she sometimes has a headache and you allow yourself to pull that hair knowing that it hurts a lot. You have beautiful hair, would you like me to pull it?
Him: do you at least know who I am for you to talk to me like that.Me: who tell me?
Him: Hakim Ndiaye, son of the minister.....
Me: ahh that's why you're ungrateful kay. Your family only know how to hurt. You can only be the sister to this hamra of Aisha.
Him: sorry?
Me: your family, from head to toe, kind of from the biggest to the smallest you are that dirty, you live in the haram, you are mean. Want me to explain?
He doesn't answer but crosses his arms.
Me: I'll take it for a yes. Your father stole to be a minister. You even know it, in politics, only two people are honest, sometimes even zero. Your Mother, love your father for money. Your sister was conceived in the haram if you understand what I mean. I say counting with my fingers.
He didn't speak but just stared at me with red eyes. I have so much hatred against Aïcha that I don't know what to say anymore.
Me: you show us your dirt money when you are nothing. What's the use of having money if it's to do harm. The money you die and you leave it here. You show yourselves proud when only God should be proud because it is to him that we belong. And to him belongs all that we have.
I see that he begins to understand my message because he lowers his eyes.Me: On Judgment Day, the money won't be there but it can cause our hell. I have always said, poverty and wealth is not what we have but it is faith. If we have God, we have everything, we are happy, but if we don't have God and believe we have the money, we have nothing. Let us be grateful to God for what he has given us. It is true that I am not rich in the eyes of people, but I feel that Allah is by my side because I implore him everyday and ask for forgiveness even if I think that I have done nothing. We are fishermen, so every day we fish. How about you, lad, wealth and poverty is here. I say putting my finger on his chest.
??: You're dirty hands you take them off my brother.
That was all it needed, Aïcha. She comes to stand in front of me and pulls her brother behind him. I too pull Fatima beside me and hold on to her hand.
Me: tell your brother that I don't want to see him hanging around Fatima anymore.
Her: my brother, she does what she wants and you won't say anything. He has always done what he wants with her, his brother saw it and said nothing.
Me: I tell you that Jamil is different from Jamila. Only the names are slightly identical but the characters are different.
She: dirty keh, talk to me better.Me: that really looks like a keh here. Please look, which looks like a keh. What you wear, your makeup, the way you walk, and the way you talk really shows your status. I wouldn't say it, I respect you.
I was going to leave but she says what's holding me back.
Her: I'm going to f**k you, your mother, you're not going to understand anything.
Hohoho, my mother, she f****d him. I approach closer to her.
Me: you see my hand in your mouth.
She didn't seem to understand but it was too late, because my fist didn't miss her face. It was done quietly and efficiently.
I pull Fatima and turn on my heels. I see Diarra, she's afraid of her best friend, that's for sure, she doesn't even defend her Niece.
Aïcha had remained standing like a statue while I got into the car and drove off.
We didn't say a single word until my phone rang, I wanted to take it but Fatima takes it.
Me: who's calling?
Her: my big baby.
Me: ahh it's Idrissa.
Her: Am I picking up?
Me: um, yes. He hates it when his call is ignored.
She picks up and puts it on speakerphone.
Her: Hello
Idrissa: hello my love. I miss you
Her: actually it's not Jamila, she's busy.
Idrissa: who is it?
She: her... her patient.
Idrissa: patient?
I smile after his sentence.
Her: Actually, she's driving. You call her later.
Idrissa: okay, give her a kiss from me.
Her: ok, bye.
Then she hangs up. I was driving quietly when I felt something very soft on my cheek. Ohh, she gave me a kiss.
Her: who has the sweetest kiss between me and him.
Me: He never did.
Her: what, never.
Me: no, it's haram anyway.
She: ahh. Thank you Jamila, you know this boy only annoys me yet my family members didn't mind it but I was fed up. I would never have believed that you would defend me with all the spades I threw at you and also the lack of respect towards you.
Me: It doesn't matter. I wouldn't let my patient be humiliated.
Her: it looks like you knew Aïcha.
Me: well we know each other very well. I sighed.
Her: What did she do to you that you talk to each other like that?
Me: actually.....*I tell her what happened with her and why*
Her: but this girl is crazy
Me: your brother yeah.
Her: I never liked him anyway. She's too vulgar.
Me: we have arrived.
We go down and I lock the doors but it looks like the others have come back because all the cars are in the parking lot.
She rings the doorbell and as usual, Kadia opens the door.
She: we're just waiting for you, you were too long.
Me: sorry.
We enter and there was already everyone in the living room. But no one was talking, some on their phones, others on TV and Uncle Dad on his newspaper. But what is this family again.
Me: salam aleykum. I say while genuflecting.
They answer me and Fatima also greets them with a kiss.
I give the keys to Jamil and go into the kitchen.
Me: Kadia? We can eat on the floor today you know.
She: Padooon?
End of the chap
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- Writer
