CE FUT MON DESTIN

CHAPTER 13

Jamila's POV.

For once, the house is a bit lively because there's the grandmother and Jamal. The little one is too stupid I swore ?

I decide to call Alya so I go out and call her. She picks up on the fourth ring this crazy.

*Phone call*

She:wesh the crazy.

Me: respect girl, I can be your mother.

Her: lol, you're mother, you sometimes call her crazy.

Me: but I never wesh.

She: Anyway, I thought you were going to come.

Me: Nah but I have great news.

She: go balance.

Me: I'm back to college. I say excited.

She cries and I almost threw my phone.

Me: Nah but you're serious when you shout on the phone.

Her: Seriously Jami, now we're going to go together.

In fact, she didn't stop because Aïcha had taken me out alone, but she continued while working.

I do.

Her: but pause, how did you do it. Will they accept you?

Me: I believe, aunt Nina told me that she manages everything.

Her: did she tell you that you could go?

Me: yes, Fatima told her everything about what happened with Aïcha.

Her: ohh they are nice.

Me: I'm not telling you. But you can come and bring me my things steuplaiiiiii my baby. Don't forget the PC.

Her: but you can come here yourself and at the same time tell mah Fati.

Me: yes I want to come but I want to see you. Please come. stp stp stp stp stp stp

Her: ok ok, I'll be right there.

Me: don't say anything to my mother, I prefer to tell her.

Her: ok Don't worry, I'll leave you.

I hang up and go inside.

Later in the night.

After dinner, everyone sits in the living room, there's absolutely everyone.

The doorbell rings and I leave to open it and it's Alya.

Her: MY BB.

Me: the big one who is there does not like people who shout. So shut up.

Her: push your body, I'm going home.

She returns while holding luggage. I'm not going to help him. I close the door and follow her.

She:Wesh the Sylla family. Good evening Mr Jamil.

Cheeeeeeh, she is not normal the girl.

Uncle Dad: who are you?

She puts down the luggage and throws herself into the armchair near Diarra. Mdrr, she is s******c.

Alya: at least you help me with the luggage. Well I'm Alya by my real name Alya Sow, Best of Jamila, employee of De Jamil and enemy of Diarra. You don't have to drink please.

Ohlala, she's going to kill me. Right now all eyes are on her.

Uncle Dad: but who do you think you are to come to my house and talk like that or even order.

Um, uncle daddy looks too revered. That's why no one speaks lol.

Alya: a guest we didn't serve her to drink? Ahh, I didn't know we didn't give drinks in your house.

Jamil: Please Alya, you are not at home.

Aunt Khady: Really.

Jamal: leave my wife alone.

Alya: my husband.

They make a top there and she gets up. In fact Jamal is everyone's husband?

Alya: I'm going.

Then she czech everyone. She doesn't care about anything ??

Me: I accompany her.Nina: ok come back soon. Alya hi your mom from me.

Alya: okay don't worry.

We left when she shoved Abdel and almost fell but the latter caught up with him. Abdel wasn't there when she was there. So this is it. Mdrrr, the girl he drooled over Abdel and he gave her a smile.

Alya: I'm sorry, really sorry.

Abdel: no it's nothing.

Khady:ahh now you can speak properly. She addressed Alya.

Alya: Who's talking?

Jamal: ohlala wallah I love you.

Jamal and his sister start laughing as Aunt Khady glares at them.

Nina: stop too.

Alya: missile, scared, beautiful kid it's you. I'm Alya.

When it comes to flirting, she's the best.

Abdel: Abdel. Thank you for the compliments. He said with his best smile.

Alia: if you want....

Me: Alya it's dark, let's go. I pulled it.

Khady: Finally, take me there. She is too much here.

Abdel: But wait, where are you going? It is dark and these streets are dangerous. I accompany him.

Alya: yes yes that...

Me: but Nan leaves, it does not matter. We are part of the street.

Diarra: That explains why you are like that.

Alya: so do you still exist?

Jamal: I was wondering the same thing.

I couldn't help but burst out laughing. I don't care about me looks. I pull Alya and we leave.

Her: wallah you're mean.

Me: What did I do?

Her: he was going to accompany me and you made us Zehma "but Nan leaves...". She said mimicking my voice.

Me: I don't talk like thatHer: and I was even going to give her my number but you still say "Alya it's dark" and then blablabla.

Me: lol, don't tell me you've fallen under his spell.

She:nan chui completely fall in love with him. You saw the guy a bit.

Me: You have 5 guys room hra.

Her and?

Me: well that's too much

Her and?

Me: it's Aisha's brother.

Her and?

Me: weuhhhh, I don't like it when people talk to me like that and I hate short answers.

Her and?

Me: well I'm going home bye. Don't even call me tonight.

Then I turn to leave but she lets out a giggle then jumps on top of me. She was on my back.

Me: damn, you're heavy.

She: sorry baby. I just wanted to piss you off.

Me: Well you did it.

Her: but I assure you that I love him.

Me: but that's good, you'll be able to stop the other relationships.

She goes down and we resume our journey.

She: but then I wouldn't have much money, because half of my salary that I bring home comes two.

Me: tieuy la michto. You are Muslim, you are a veiled woman. Alya fear Allah.

Her: It's not Haram what I do. Well it's just a job I'm not doing anything wrong. I just say to One, I want to buy a phone because the old one can't answer calls anymore, he will have to give me money because he calls Me every night and the other I tell him, my father is very sick and I have to buy his prescriptions.

Me: your father, he's not dead ?

Zlle: yes but the guy, he doesn't know it ?

Me: you lie to them and the lie is Haram.Her: You're right, but it's to feed my mother.

Me: you have a job and you get your scholarship. What do you want?

Her: Jamila, it's my job. And my own needs.

Me: you just can't.

Her: I know, I know.

Me: come on, I'm going, I'm far away.

She: ok! bye.

Me: I will try at all costs to come there this week.

Her: inshallah.

We kiss each other and everyone goes their own way. Ohh, I miss her already.

I walk quickly because there's a group of guys behind me who keep whistling and everything and unfortunately for me I don't have credit to call my heroes lol.

??: You hang around until this hour and more with this sail, you seem innocent. Come on, let's make you some fun.

Cheeeeh, I turn on my phone and pick up when nobody calls me lol.

Me: yes Hello......I miss you too my bébouu........yes I'm waiting for you I'm right there.........you'll be lucky because there are thugs who follow me ....... good hurry up.

I stop walking and these fools pass me by. Oh fags. I'm waiting for them to be far away so I can go home.

.........

I arrive 10 minutes later at home, the door was not even closed. I come in and close.

I have the impression to hear there the cries of uncle dad. I move forward and find him in the living room with his wives, Jamil and Diarra.

I don't listen to people's discussions but also nobody can close their ears.

Uncle Papa: I don't know where you found that girl, but take her back to where she came from.

Nina: but Habib, she takes care of our daughter.

Ahhh it's me they're talking about.

Uncle Papa: she's not the only one who can take care of our daughter. And since when I talk, you don't listen to me.

Khady: in addition she comes here and dictates her laws to us, if she stays here longer, she will sit on our heads.

Diarra: I know this girl. She will only bring shame in this family, she has a very bad reputation. And what's more, my sister is right, we've already paid her and she won't do our rooms.

It's not wrong what they say. Good listening.

Jamil: but daddy....

Uncle Dad: YOU.....

I walk into the living room and smile like hell.

Me: you were talking about me, well here I am. It is better to speak in front of me than to slander me.

And then I see Uncle Daddy frowning. He walks over to me and points at me. Euuuy way.

Uncle Dad: Jamila, I wouldn't allow that in my house.

Me: May I know what mistake I made?

Uncle Papa: here, you are under my roof. First you allow yourself to change our habits and then you bring here some kind of girl that nobody knows, who is totally incorrect and she allows herself to talk badly to Khady. I have tolerated you enough as it is, everyone knows me by my coldness so try not to bring out this coldness.

Me: ok that's understood.

He was shocked the big one, well he wants to hear what him.

Uncle Papa: no need to understand anything, you can go home.

?????

And there's Diarra and his sister who are smiling like suckers who got 20/20 after cheating.

Nina: But Habib...

Uncle Dad: Nina, shut up.

He still hadn't lowered his finger so I lowered it and everyone looked at me like that ? while Uncle Dad looked at me like he wanted to say "but what a nerve"

Me: ok, you're the boss. Tomorrow I will leave.

I turn on my heels and go up to my room. Let's just say he's wanted me gone for a long time. And to think I was hoping to go to college. Another test from Allah. My mother always told me: "if you really believe in God, he will not make your life a paradise, life will not always be rosy for you. Each time, he puts some tests more difficult than others. But when you give up, he'll say that man actually didn't believe me, he was just saying it like that but when you don't back down and say it's gonna be okay, he'll say, that man believes me, that's it. is my slave, my believer. But do all in the hlel. Jamila, whatever may happen to you, put your trust in allah and tell yourself that everything will be fine, if he does not reward me in life from here, he will do it in the hereafter. Allah only puts difficult trials on the souls he loves and knows that Allah also does not impose on any soul a burden greater than his capacity. never that the very great knows what he is doing. Said after each ordeal Alhamdoulilah"

Every time I'm in pain, these words from my mother come back to me. I pass my hands over my face and blow an "Alhamdoulilah".

It was while thinking that I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

End of the chapter.