The supreme Alpha and She : The chosen one's destiny

Chapter twenty-three

The next morning, Moha and Fa'Bintou both woke up with a hangover and the former realized that his fingers were intertwined with those of Ndeye, who had spent the night in his bed. He couldn't help but start caressing her face, tracing its contours until he reached her lips. His mother then came into the room and pulled him by the ears, causing him to release Ndeye who woke up. His mother left him at once to rush to Ndeye's bedside.

_ My little darling! How are you feeling? She asked her.

_ Fine, Mum, said Ndeye.

_ Are you sure? That party boy and thug who is my son didn't force you to drink with him and his sister? 

_ No. Don't worry, mum.

_ You lucky little brat. Can I ask what possessed you to take that baby to a place as dangerous as a nightclub along with your sister?

_ They're the ones who wanted to go. I swear to God.

_ He's right, Mom.

_ You see, I wasn't born yesterday. I know when I'm being lied to, and you're lying, but I'll let it go this time.

_ Next time, .....

_ Go and get ready, breakfast will be served very soon. Don't expect you and your sister to get my hangover soup.

_ But Mum.

_ That will be your punishment.

Without further ado, Bassiratou left, followed by Ndeye, who murmured a weak apology before leaving. She even interceded on his and Fa'Bintou's behalf with their mother, who finally gave in and prepared them the hangover soup. The two of them still had a hard time getting ready to come to the table, walking like zombies. It was therefore with great relief that they welcomed their mother's change of heart by showering her and Ndeye with kisses. Ndeye remained silent throughout the meal, lost in thought. She kept thinking about the brief discussion she and Moha had had the night before going to bed, which had even prevented her from sleeping comfortably and peacefully, so touched had she been by his words. In the end, he was right and she had to tell him what she had experienced in the home of this monster who was no more and how it had all happened, hoping that it would not drive them apart rather than bring them closer. Yes. Her decision was made. She was going to tell him everything, today. But when...

_ Ndeye! Ndeye! Are you sure everything is all right? Asked her Bassiratou.

_ Yes, Mama. I was just lost in thought. Excuse me, answered Ndeye.

_ You're all forgiven.

_ So, what were you saying?

_ I was saying that Abdou Wahab and I are going out right away. Don't wait for us to have lunch.

_ That's agreed.

_ And I'm putting you, Ndeye, in charge of watching these two little brats. Don't let them do anything foolish like yesterday.

_ I'll make sure they won't.

_ We can go now. See you later, children.

_ See you later.

No sooner had they gone through the door than Fa'Bintou jumped on the game console. Moha wanted to do the same but Ndeye stopped him, determined to finally open up to him and get down to business. She convinced him to stay with her and made it clear that she had important things to say to him. However, when he sat down in front of her, she felt all her determination leave her and her hands start to tremble without her being able to explain why.

Was it because she is still not ready at all?

Was it because she was afraid he wouldn't believe her?

That he would be indifferent to her story?

That he would distance himself from her?

She knew instinctively that this last question was the one to put on the fear that had taken hold of her. Moha, for his part, who had just realized that she was absent, placed a hand on hers, which was enough to bring her back down to earth.

_ What's wrong? You look worried and confused.

_ I have to tell you something.

_ I already know that. Go ahead, I'm listening.

_ You know Moha, ever since I came here, I've tried to delay this moment as long as possible out of fear and shame, but the need is no longer there, she says.

_ What are you talking about Ndeye? What moment? You're starting to worry me now! says Moha.

_ Because for me, no one should know such things about me. No one should know about my past woes. But now I realize that I was wrong. You, of all people, deserve to know, to know everything, she continued.

_ Now you're starting to scare me.

_ No need. I just want to open up to you, tell you about myself, my past, what I had to endure during those ten years of captivity. Our talk last night made me think a lot and I have to admit that you were right.

_ I... You don't have to. Everything I said last night was under the influence of alcohol. Give yourself time and do it when you're fully ready.

_ From what I understand, drunk people don't lie. They tend to tell the truth.

_ But you don't always have to listen to them.

_ Listen. I've already given myself enough time, if not more. Besides, you can't be 100% ready to do something. So just let me get it off my chest without any judgments, interruptions, or anything. Just listen to me.

_ If you want to, then go ahead and talk. But don't feel you have to go through with it (clasping her hands in support).

Ndeye, who now had Moha's full attention, began to tremble and regret her choice, but it was enough for her to raise her head and meet Moha's gaze, who was smiling tenderly at her, to find the strength to finally speak.

_ I... So, it all started twelve years ago, on a Tuesday, the 24th of December.......

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Someone had suddenly started knocking on the door, interrupting them. Ndeye got up to open the door, and when she did, she was confronted by a woman from behind. It didn't take her long to turn around and face her, looking her up and down with disdain before handing her purse and shoving her inside as if it were her home, exclaiming.

_ It feels good to be back home! I have missed you!

Who could this young woman be that had just appeared out of nowhere and what could she possibly want?