Habiba 's Secret

Departure

I do my shea oil massage every day. Mom is very insistent on very regular use. She often makes video calls so that I apply it directly so that she is reassured. I easily find it here in Senegal and I associate it with cocoa butter. Also, I use avocado oil once a week. It would prevent my stretch marks on my stomach. Coincidence maybe I don't. I also use a stretch mark cream that granny sent me from London. I really take care of my skin. She is very beautiful ! I use a soap of which only I hold the secret. My neighbors keep asking me what is the secret of my skin. I thought about marketing this recipe and building my business and my cosmetic empire.

I decided to call Ishmael tonight. I want to listen to the voice of my loving husband. Indeed, I want to return to France. I'm tired of staying here in Dakar all alone at home and in Paris mom will surely take care of me. Her mom comes home every weekend. She is not yet retired so she goes about her usual business. She works in the public service. Ismaël does not find any problem but he would have preferred that his child was born on his Earth, in the land of Teranga. I am over seven and a half months pregnant. It is not easy to find a travel agency in this condition. But this loneliness infuriates me. I would have liked to go to Grandma's but Mom insisted for a long time and cried that I would come to her instead. Mom wants me to give birth in France.

Dad negotiated with the company to get me on board. The manager of this company is a great acquaintance of his. Dad bought me a ticket for the weekend right away. He offers me a business class ticket. My daddy adores me that strikes the eye. He always gives me big hugs and kisses me as tenderly as when I was born. We always kiss each other four times. His name is Robert Dumont and he is a businessman just like Ismaël. Papa owns three large international companies. He has two sisters and three brothers. Mom, Ambre Dumont is a businesswoman too. She is the director and founder of two companies. She is also a university English teacher. She's her mom's only daughter. Mom is my greatest role model in this life. She is a perfect, admirable woman, an incredible mother and a beautiful wife. She is irreproachable. Dad is also a great role model. He must be a great model much more for Ishmael because he is an excellent husband. Dad has never cheated on Mum and he loves her like his own flesh. They are an example of a perfect and successful couple.

I'll go say goodbye to my beautiful mom today. I will seriously miss her. I felt his sad voice on the phone and surely we will flood his villa with tears. I know her as well, she will be sure to get up to join me in Paris on a whim. She prepared the Thieboudienne and tamarind juice. I love it. She gave me a necklace that I will always keep with me. She told me that she loved me and that Allah will protect me and my baby. I cried and thanked him. I reminded him that I loved him too. I will give him my news every day and I will call him the day of my contractions.

I have two friends here. When I told them I was going to France tomorrow, they invited me to my favorite restaurant. We ate hearty and typically French dishes. I drank a glass of Mexican wine. I found it exquisite. I then met Étienne at the same restaurant. Etienne and I went to the same university but we lost sight of each other. He is a very handsome Senegalese. He apparently just got married. Unfortunately he didn't make the right choice. His wife is also the fiancée of Luc a French and a very good friend of mine. Luc and I work together in the same company. Of course she was very embarrassed. I hope that one day Luc will discover his true face.

We then went to the Renaissance monument and took some beautiful photos. They both had a present for me. Cindy and Candid are very predictable girls. I already know perfectly well the contents of their different gift. Cindy is an Ivorian and Candide a Togolese. We met when I moved to Senegal after my marriage. I met Cindy on the TV channel. She came there for a women's show. I was captivated by her story and we had a drink in the cafeteria and exchanged phone numbers.

Candide, for her part, I met her at the Exclusive hyper market. She was unwell that day. I offered to do her shopping for her. We returned home and ate a delicious cake. She has a strong passion for pastry like my mom. Candide has a superb house. She has decorated her house perfectly well and it is always clean and tidy. The three of us have a beautiful friendship. Cindy and Candide had known each other life before. They are great friends. Coincidence!

Candide is very emotional. She burst into tears. She wanted to be the one to hold my hand that day. Candide cries for nothing. We watch a movie; she's crying. She eats a spicy dish; she's crying. I get pregnant; she's crying. We can't find a taxi in time; she's crying. For nothing Candide weeps. Cindy hides her emotions though. She is very sensitive to the bottom.

I promised them a photo every day. Cindy drove the whole way. His way of driving always makes us dizzy. When I got home, she made me a delicious fruit cocktail. She didn't put pineapple.

We watched our favorite series. Later, Eric joined us. He's Cindy's fiancé and he really appreciates me. Cindy told him that I will be going to Paris tomorrow and he hurried to get there. Unsurprisingly, he brought back something to make a party. We had a lot of fun. Jean gave me a bottle warmer, a swing, a gold chain, diamond buckles for the princess. For me, he gave me a Louis Vuitton suitcase, a maternity dress and shoes from the same fashion house.

She fell well; but I will always take my suitcase from Coco Chanel. Dad gave it to me on my twentieth birthday. I always bring him with me. She is small ; she always goes into the cabin. We kissed tenderly.

My neighbor came an hour later with tamarind juice. She is a magnificent Senegalese woman. We have very good relations. Every now and then she brings me good food and drinks that she thinks are perfect for my pregnancy. She often helps me with my shopping. She doesn't tell me too much about her but you can easily read the sadness in those eyes. I told her that I will go to Paris tomorrow and she became sad. She came back downstairs and made a delicious strawberry cake for me. I easily gained two kilos. I promised to send him the photo of the baby at birth. She told me that she would accompany me to the airport without embarrassment. I appreciated his proposal very much and accepted it.

I packed my bags and took everything the baby and I will need later. I haven't forgotten his various gifts. I lay down. I called my secretary for the latest changes and a full update. I was on maternity leave but I was still working. The boss of the TV channel asks me all the time to rest and leave work. I am a stubborn woman and I will always continue even in Paris.

Aicha came knocking on my door at two in the morning. I had barely closed my eyes. The airport is over an hour and a half away and my flight is six o'clock. Hey hop! I need to wake up. On the way back I asked her to tell me a bit about herself. Aisha had already had two marriages, but unfortunately those marriages were doomed to failure. Her first marriage lasted three years and she had no children. Her husband secretly married his best friend. It was a big blow to her. She later met Karim. It wasn't long before she exchanged vows. Karim married their housewife after a year of marriage without children. She had done everything for this housewife. Out of love for her husband and thinking about the failure of her first marriage, she decided to stay with her husband after all. The more time passed, the more Aïcha could not have a child.

When Karim met Aïcha he was married. Aïcha had therefore asked where to demand a divorce. Not only did the latter marry their housewife, he also returned to seek his first wife. Aïcha obviously couldn't stand it anymore. What a betrayal! So she left her home. She suddenly started to cry. I hugged her to comfort her. She was the problem. Her ex-husbands had many children. Aïcha is sterile. She would have to hurry for her job so I didn't hold her any longer. I loved it so !

I boarded and headed for the waiting room. I sank a WEAP for Aïcha. I wisely heard my flight while stroking my stomach. I ate my strawberry ice cream and the cookies. I thanked God for my Baby, my life and my family. I will see my family again eventually.