Date of happiness

Chapter 3

The Ibitowa couple had taken off for their honeymoon trip. Terence Delors was now the master of the estate. He had to direct and coordinate the activities of the house. A whole domesticity was under his management. It was made up of Aminata the cook, Dramane, the boy, pascal, the gardener, Daouda the night watchman and Affouet the nanny.

 Terence Delors had always liked to give orders and give orders. He intended to make the servants walk with the wand, to make them obey with the finger and the eye. Among them was his uncle's snitch, the one through whose fault he couldn't have fun as he wanted.

 However, he was intrigued by Affouet's person. He found her a singular attraction in her nanny blouse which she wore over her clothes. She had manners that were both reserved and elegant. She spoke to the children in a well educated and composed voice.

 Three days after the arrival of Terence Delors, they left, Affouet, the four children and him, to visit the caiman lake. They found hungry animals. Since the old man passed away, no one really cared for these large reptiles he adored.

 Terence Delors was surprised to hear Affouet give explanations about reptiles.

 - ... In fact, they are crocodiles ... The caiman has a shorter and wider muzzle; besides he lives in Central and South America ... Say, girls, what do you say when the crocodile screams? She asked.

 - he sings ! Celine exclaimed, triggering the laughter of her sisters.

 - Do you think the crocodile is a bird? Heavenly mocked through her laughter.

 "Tell us then, you," Affouet said.

 - I don't know, but I'm sure the crocodile doesn't sing; it is too heavy to sing!

 "I don't remember ... maybe he yelped," said Cesaria.

 "It's almost that, the v****a crocodile ... It's the hare and the rabbit who yelp," Affouet explained in a knowledgeable manner, calmly.

 Terence Delors walked away a bit and looked at her out of the corner of his eye. He felt it natural, without the slightest intention of spreading his knowledge. She was just driven by the desire to teach girls certain things, so that they remember something of the sort ... He understood that she was educated and cultivated. Maybe she had the level of luck in the final year ... He said to himself that a servant in a big house must have at least that level of study.

 Plunged into his thoughts, his steps led him of their own accord to the bridge which overlooked the lake and provided an overview of the site. The place was really very pleasant and could be a tourist spot that the region would benefit from developing, maintaining to better enhance it. He watched the large reptiles frolic in the lake among the water lilies and freshwater salads. His gaze flew over the lake and landed on the fence of the old man's vast home, at the bottom of the road bordered on either side by large ron trees.

 Affouet was very reserved towards the young man. She was gazing at him stealthily, but she managed not to meet his gaze and never spoke to him first. The reason was that he intimidated her a lot.

 The boss's nephew was also the boss, especially since he was arrogant, bossy and distant. Although she felt feelings more and more strong and precise for him, she had only to love him in her dreams, to stay in her place so as not to risk being fired and at the same time, to make lose her job. his cousin. And then she absolutely needed the fifty thousand francs for her internship ... If she stayed the two months provided, that would make her a hundred thousand francs, a nice little saving to face the vicissitudes of life and the expenses that she would inevitably face. as an intern ... It's not easy to be a destitute orphan ...

 The very night that Terence Delors had arrived in the house, the prince charming since his adolescence had come to visit her in these dreams had come to her again. This time he had appeared to her in all his glory; like a god crowned with his virile strength and his beauty. He had taken her in his arms, smiling and she had realized with indescribable joy that he had the features, the physique and even the scent of Terence Delors ... This male and musky scent that emanated from him and aroused in she had strange sensations when they took the children out and she was sitting in the back seat of the Renault Laguna, with Céleste, Céline and Cédric by these sides. It was Cesaria who was seated in front, next to her cousin. How she would have liked to be sitting there, to be so close to him. Maybe he would have inadvertently touched her thigh, manipulating the gear lever.

 But no, his place was in the back, in the right angle, glued to the door. She had to avoid looking up at his broad shoulders, his powerful neck and the beautiful nape of his neck exposed by his ras-Congo hairstyle. He had frowned viciously the day he met her gaze in the rearview mirror, while her eyes were on him.