Chapter 3

In the evening I heard footsteps moving towards the bedroom door. She entered, was Helene accompanied by some teenagers two girls and a boy. The girls look a lot alike. It was surely the twins that Helene told me about.

-Good evening Fatima, as promised I brought you Mohamed's brothers and sisters

-Finally, good evening enchanted

-Here are Astou, Alima and Ismaïla

-I'm glad to meet you

-What is she doing in my room, said Alima

-Alima is this a way of talking to people

- She is not welcome

As soon as we met, Alima was already showing her character, she was very beautiful, as well as her twin. Astou was of the calm type, Ismaïla was the Play boy of the family. They were all mixed race. The twins were seventeen years old as for Ismaïla, he was the same age as me. Astou and Ismaïla talked a lot with me. We were laughing together, Alima was angry, and very selfish.

-If you want Fatima, you can come to my room, said Astou

-Are you sure

-But of course yes, you are welcome

-Thank you very much, it's kind of you.

Astou and Ismaïla then helps me to get up, I lean on her. I heard Alima say 《good landed and without regret. Helene took my medication. Along the corridor I see Mohamed, barely got out of work.

-What's wrong ?

-As usual it is Alima with her behavior. Said Hélène

-What? How? 'Or' What ?

He nodded and continued. Arrived in front of the bedroom door. Astou opens the door, oh my good! It was a thousand times more beautiful and taller than that of Alima. Everything was in purple, with beautiful pictures hanging on the wall, she had a huge walk-in closet, with three rows of shoes. She was truly a princess. They put me on the bed, I decide to sleep on the sofa because they had done so much for me. Astou insisted that I sleep on his bed, but I preferred to sleep on the sofa in his room. Basically, I had a shelter whether I was sleeping on the sofa or on the bed. All night long I was chatting with Astou.

The next morning early, I try to get up, I did everything not to make noise, because Astou was still sleeping, he looked like an angel. It was Saturday; I had recovered enough, I didn't want to go to bed anymore, before going out I put Astou's blanket back on. She was really cute. I open the door, I took the stairs despite it being painful, I tried to hold on. I limped a bit, I headed for the toilet where we had marked visitor toilet. I take a shower before praying in the morning, I comb my hair. I was really Fatima in front of the mirror. Despite my scars, I decide to do my favorite activity. I go to the kitchen to prepare a good breakfast dish.

I decide to make pancakes, cake; spring rolls… I only looked at the kitchen, it was very big. I started at 7:05 am and finished at 9:05 am. Two hours of time to prepare a good meal.

A few minutes later Helene appeared in the kitchen with her team, there were about three girls, with their uniforms. I thought their skirts were too short. I was in the other part of the kitchen. Helene hadn't seen me yet. As soon as she crossed the other part of the kitchen, she was amazed to find me there.

-But what are you doing here you had to rest

-Yes but, I couldn't stay in bed anymore

-Fatima; but you have to rest

-No Helene, I'm fine, I'm fine

-But what's all the good stuff

-I have them ready to thank you

-Oh my god Fatima, who taught you how to cook

-My grandmother, she taught me everything

-I'm proud of you

-I want to work, hire me please

-Are you sure

-Yes please Helene

-Good of agreement you are hired

Thank God I finally had a job, after all her suffering, Hélene introduced me to my colleagues. We got along well.

I then decided to set the table for breakfast, the house was so big. OMG, the garden is beautiful with the swimming pool, the living room is not talking about it. S was beautiful, a few hours later we see Ismaïla coming down the stairs, he found me in the kitchen and the others. He looked at me, coming forward in astonishment. He had the same eyes as his big brother. He held out his hand to greet me, immediately I held out mine. He walks over to Helene for a hug. He was cute with his blue eyes. Suddenly the parade begins Astou went down as well as Mohamed, who had already put on his suit, he had a tie in his hand, he walked towards Helene.

-You can make me my tie please

-Of course my chick

My chick lol ! Helene had called him my chick, I smiled under my hood. He blushed and went to settle down.

How can a man not make a tie?

Even though he didn't say, he was amazed to see me standing, and in the kitchen. Everyone was installed, Astou walks towards me and gives me a hug. I was surprised to receive such affection from people I know just two days ago. They were all surprised to see me standing and working. The service begins, I bring the dishes for breakfast.

-Come join us said Astou and Ismaïla

Helene was also at the table, she winked at me, Astou and Ismaïla insisted a lot.

Ismaila got up to pull a chair for me, as he is romantic, I sit down with a rather silly smile. I was sitting in front of Mohamed, oh my god, I can't stand his gaze. Why sit in front of him, I was saying to myself in my head "don't look up, Fatima". The tasting begins, I was shaking, I wanted to know their opinion.

-Niam niam, Helene it's delicious hats off to you

-Oh Ismaïla, it is not me who prepared them

-Who is that? Retorted everyone

-It's Fatima

-What Fatima, wow, it's so, so good said Astou and Ismaïla

-Thank you so much

A Phew! Of relief. I saw Mohamed who mainly savored the pancakes. But he had changed his behavior, when Helene said that I made them myself. He had darkened his eyebrows, Since we were at the table I wondered where was Alima? But I was afraid to express myself at the table. Every time I looked up, I passed Mohamed's, so I automatically lower my eyes. My heart was beating so hard.

A few minutes later Alima finally came down, in a pretty beige dress with red shoes. It was 12 noon, the princess had finally woken up. As soon as our eyes met, she changed her behavior, her face was on fire.

-Hey you the villager what are you doing sitting in my place?

-Alima a minimum of respect said Astou

-Why she puts herself in my place, she only has to go eat with the other servants

-Don't pay attention to her, said Ismaila

Considering the humiliation I preferred to eclipse myself. I go to the kitchen I find the other girls eating there. They invited me to join them. I didn't understand why Mohamed hadn't said anything despite his sister's behavior. I noticed that his behavior had changed towards me. After all I tell myself that I was a simple servant, they were a thousand times richer than me, in matters of money.

I felt comfortable with the other girls. Among the employees were Amina, Bintou and Sarah. They were really, really nice to me.

Mohamed's point of view:

Arrived at the office I thought only of her, she was so beautiful and innocent. The first time I saw them, lying on the ground, with a pool of blood. I had only one desire, to take her in my arms.

When I see her I have an irresistible desire, I don't know what is happening to me, it is the first time that this has happened to me Mohamed Amar, it hurts me a lot when my sister treats her that way. I would love to defend her but there is something blocking me. Behind his smile hides a painful past as well as suffering. The taste of her cooking resembles that of my mother.

She is really, really beautiful, with her long dark hair, her blue eyes, her lips reminds me of the color of an apple. With her well defined hips, and her OMG chest. She's going to drive me crazy, how beautiful they are, Fatima.

Am I in love with her? Or Am I recent to the ailment?

Ismaïla point of view:

Oh my god she is beautiful, I love her breasts. Oh lala I think I'm falling in love with her.

Do I have to talk to him about it?

Oh no, no otherwise my brother will kill me. I dream about her all night, if only we could be together. This is the first time that this has happened to me, Ismaïla Amar. I recent chills when I think of her. I love him 100% for sure.

Alima point of view:

I am really jealous of her, of her personality, of her beauty. I admit that she is really beautiful with her chest, her hair, and her buttocks that move while walking. I can't stand the way my brother Mohamed looks at her. Despite my behavior, she still remains correct. I haven't said my last word, I'm going to ruin his life.

Astou's point of view:

I really am not lucky to have such a twin. She's so mean, she always was like that. When you're a twin, one is necessarily nice, the other nasty. Poor Fatima, she is so beautiful, and generous. I dream of becoming like her.

Fatima point of view:

In the evening I decide to sleep in the employees' room even though Astou had insisted so much that I spend the night once again in his room. I was in the same room as the sab trio, we chatted all night, Sarah was an open girl, she never cheats, she whatever she thinks.

Amina is a beautiful, intelligent but very shy girl. Finally Bintou with her we never get bored; that's what I get along with the most. She is nice and spends all her time laughing. We chatted so much that I ended up getting thirsty; I then decide to go and drink in the kitchen.

All the lights were off except the one in the living room; But there was nobody . I walked slowly so as not to make any noise. Arriving in the kitchen I open the fridge. I take a bottle and I drink I was so thirsty, under the influence of the water, I felt a hand moving back and forth throughout my body, without doing it on purpose I drop the bottle and turn around.

-But Ismaila what are you doing?

-I want you

-What are you crazy

-No come come with me

I slapped him when he tried to touch me. Despite the slap he asked me for a kiss. I was beside myself, I thought it was a nightmare. Suddenly the lamps in the kitchen came on, it was Mohamed. He was paralyzed with his mouth half open.

I was shaking .

What was he going to think of me?

Was he going to fire me?

Mohamed's point of view :

What was my brother doing with her in the kitchen?

Do they have a relationship together?

No, it is not possible, I was annoyed to see them together, I was even jealous and angry; I hadn't slept all night so much that I was in pain. How did Ismaila dare to approach her? I thought about her all night, why am I weird when I see her?

The next morning I took a bath, said the morning prayer, and went downstairs. I meet Ismaïla in the living room. To have breakfast, I don't even say hello, I don't calculate it, he annoys me. I have to act quickly before something happens between these two. They are so close. It's as long as I'm a little romantic before I lose her.

Fatima point of view:

I'm so ashamed, I hadn't slept all night because of what happened last night. I was discreet in the kitchen, I didn't want to meet Mohamed's gaze, I asked Bintou to go and serve, because I didn't have the courage so much that I was ashamed even though I know that I haven't done anything. A few minutes later I see Ismaïla heading towards me. I pretended I hadn't seen him.

-Still beautiful

-Listen, sir, I don't want to lose my job.

-I thought about you all night

-Because of you I would have problems with your brother

-Don't calculate it

All of a sudden I felt eyes on me. I turn around and see Mohamed with his gaze. So I pretend to wash dishes that were already clean; I wanted to hide my fear; because my hands are shaking. Ismaila continued to speak despite having seen his brother. He approaches me. By telling me

-Miss you are not here to discuss; continue your work

-I'm sorry Mr. Amar

Seeing Mohamed's gaze, Ismaïla slipped away. Mohamed was still there looking at me. I didn't dare look up so much that I was shaking. My heart was beating very hard. He went away looking at me. A phew! Of relief.