CHAPTER 7 PART 2
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I slam on the brakes and watch her.
Her: oh my god, that's how you slow down and why am I talking to you, you don't answer me.Me: hey ho, talk to me better, I'm not your friend. I'm not answering you because you didn't call me. Did I even tell you that my name is Hey Hey Hey. Call your boyfriend that and I swear he breaks up with you.
She smiles but immediately removes this radiant thing from her face.
She: uh, there's my friends over there, look it's them. He said pointing to three young people. Two guys and a girl. Can you have them mounted please.
Me: ahh so you know that word, please. I thought that only the disciplined like me of course knew him.
Her: Where is your modesty?
I honk and the guys turn around.
Me: come up quickly.
One: we don't know you.
Me: me, I know ..... uh ..... It's Charles, Charlotte and uh. .....
Fatima: But where do you get these names from?
The girl: But wait, you're not Jamila.
Me: go up first, it's Fatima....
The other guy: Ahh ok, I saw it.
They come up behind and each tchek Fatima.
Me: I count for butter.
They do the same with me but Fatima doesn't seem to be happy.
The girl: it's Jamila isn't it?
Me: yes, how do you know me.
The girl: I am Zahra, Oumou's little sister, you must surely know her. You share the same class at university.
Me: Oh yes I know her. She's a good friend.
Her: she talks to us all the time about you and the good things you do.
The guy: Ahhhh, I know you too. You and your best friend, aly. ...what is her name again?
Me:Alya.The guy: yes, we often talk about you in the neighborhood. We name you, the terrors of the neighborhood.
I laugh.
Me: Ahhhh yes it's us.
The guy: but sometimes bad things are said about you, few people defend you.
The other guy: we say you are......uh no forget it.
Me: a w***e? You know when you're poor, you sometimes suffer. But I don't mind.
Zarha:oumou said to me, you are certainly very poor, but you give to people who have less than you. She also says, that never in the greatest ever have you let go of activities to give alms.
Me:you there you know me too dh. I say laughing. Your first names.
The guy: Tidjane.
The other: Assane.
Me: Zarha and Fatima. You still hang out together.
Zarha: yes, best buds for life.
Tidjane: people say bad things about you, but you don't seem to be.
Assane: and it doesn't seem to bother you.
Me: I don't care what other people say about me. Allah's opinion is enough for me. I don't care what they do or say about us.
Zarha: everything except your sail
Me: you there you spy on me. Which sailor would like to have its sail touched.
Zarha: mdrrr, but Fatima What do you have? Usually you're happy.
Assane: and even you always complain that the driver doesn't listen to you when you tell him to bring us back so you must not be happy yourself.
Fatima: it's nothing
Tidjane: is it your head?
Fatima: no.
Zarha: I know who it is, it's Hakim.Fatima: Here it is, my headache starts again As soon as you pronounced his name.
Me: you have arrived.
They thank me except Fatima. Good his back.
Me: Fatima, you call me when you have finished your course, I will come inchallah.
Her: ok, thank you.
She thanked me there, I'm not going to answer, I might have an accident ??
I restart and head back. I was thinking of this family, Sylla family. Only the second wife and the maid love me. But after all I am Jamila Fekir, they will all love me by force.
I was thinking about all this when I see on the passenger side a large envelope. It may be that of Fatima. I park and open it. I find sheets full of exercises there, but what are these hra writings there, in fact, I don't see anything, it's too small. I'm going to bring them back to her class, maybe she needs them .
Later, I arrive in the school and go downstairs with the envelope.
I go to the supervisor's office, I know this school because I did my third here.
There was a very sexy woman there too. Ohlolo, if I was a guy, I'd hit it straight away. Lucky that they have the guys from this school.
Me: Salam aleykum.
Her: 'aleykum salam.
Mdrrr, how she speaks, it looks like a keh.
Me: second L2.
Her: for.....
Me: where is it please.
Her: Down the hall.
I smile and turn on my heels, I walk to the back and see at the door of a second class blablabla, so I enter.
Mdrrr, the eyes that landed on me.Me: Hello.
The teacher: you know at least knock.
Me: you know say hello at least.
And the students burst out laughing.
I look at the teacher and recognize him.
Me: laylaaaaaaa, Mr. Sané.
He looks at me and takes off his glasses.
Prof: for sure, my whole day will be a disaster. You grew up Jamila. He said smiling
Me: you have aged ohlala.
Prof: where is she Alya.
Me: in the city, we don't work in the same place.
Prof: she was my most disruptive student but also the best. He said addressing the students.
Me: Hi, didn't mean to be long. I came to give this to Fatimata.
I had already seen her at the entrance because she was sitting in front.
Her: thank you Jami, you saved me.
Me: go bye. Mr. I'm going before the grumpy manager sees me. He hates me too much to see my face.
Prof: go bye.
As soon as I turn around I see a grumpy manager. I actually nicknamed him that because he never smiles and he kept punishing me or scolding me.
Grumpy director: you are still alive, for me Allah would have granted my dearest wish.
Me: the....which one.
Him: see you die.
Again, the students laugh.
Me: lol, it's me who would prepare your funeral, we've always dreamed of that with Alya and Oumou (big sister to Zarha)
He eyed me up and down and said:
Him: so you will never change your style.
Me: when you have changed your glasses inchallah.
His eyes widened and I streaked away.I never thought I would see them again one day. They punished me so much these two especially grumpy director mdrrr.
I leave school and leave.
End of the chapter
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