Bismillah
It's 2 p.m. wow I really slept. Kheri' is no longer next to me. I'm going to shower, put on a djellaba and go downstairs.
Me: Wesh!
Them: I'm going to piss you off.
Me: It's okay!
I go to the kitchen and make my breakfast even if it's 2 p.m. When all of a sudden Souley receives a call.
Souley: (on phone) Yeah .... Yeah Al Hamdû lilleh .... Nooo swear WAllah .... Jaja .... No it's not serious .... WAllah .... You did well even. ... (He hangs up)
Nassim: What is it?
Souley: We're going to Lyon Djibril, he had a motorcycle accident.... (He didn't finish that sentence)
Nassim: No swear?
Souley: WAllah, he's in an artificial coma. We're going now. Warn Sam'
In short, I have a sad, misquine look for him.
Them: Kheir Insh Allah
Souley: Prepare my bag please
Me: Yeah
