Chapter 4

Ismaila viewpoint :

Mohamed always came to spoil my moments of pleasure with Fatima, it seemed like he didn't want me to be alone with her. He annoys me, yesterday I was on the verge of kissing him even though she had refused, I was going to do everything to taste the taste of his lips. But Mohamed had ruined this moment. Even today he had spoiled it again. I can not stand him anymore.

Fatima viewpoint :

Arrived in the kitchen Hélène ordered me to make a coffee and to go and serve it to Mohamed in his office. I had to face this new situation. I prepare the coffee and I went to bring it to Mohamed. I was not walking, when I got to his office, I knocked on the door, he asked me to come in. The cup was moving as I was shaking, he was on his computer.

-I brought your coffee sir

-You can put it on the table

Very quickly I turn around to head for the door.

-Waited

-Is there a problem sir

-You didn’t put sugar

-If I put two as Hélène asked me

-taste

I take the cup, to taste it was sweet but didn't dare say anything to him and I returned his mug with a silly smile.

-Now that you've tasted it, it's sweet.

But what did he mean by that. I wanted some fresh air, so I walked out without asking if I could sit down. He was a real devil.

Mohamed's point of view:

She was still so beautiful, I had liked the story with the coffee. There were traces of lipstick on the cup, I licked it because I dreamed of being the cup. To taste the taste of her lips. She was more beautiful day by day. I think about her every moment. I don't understand what was happening to me anymore. I decide to call Hélène by phone, a few minutes later she introduced herself.

-You called me

-Yes, I wanted you to go shopping with Fatima, here's my card, I'll make her happy, after everything that's been through her.

-She will be happy to know ....

-No, I don't want her know that it comes from me

-But why my son?

-Listen to Hélène please don't tell her anything

-However you want

I'm sure she'll love to go shopping.

Fatima viewpoint :

I was in the kitchen when I saw Helene approaching me, with a smile.

-Fatima I have a surprise for you

-Which !

- Go change and you will know

-Tell me please

-A surprise is a surprise

-And for the ....

-Don't worry, the others are there to take care of the rest of the chores. Go get dressed quickly

I then rush to my room to change. On my way to my room, I meet Mohamed in the hallway, he was coming from his office.

-Tell me where are you going like that? You seem to be in a hurry

-In fact, Helene asked me to change, because she has a surprise for me

-Ah I see, go quickly.

-Thank you Mr. Amar.

Even as I spoke with him I was shaking. She really is a devil but did she throw me out? I change quickly, and I go to the kitchen, where I find Helene.

-You are done, we can go, said Helene

-Yes, I've finished changing I said

Karim the driver was outside with the car waiting for us, he opens the door for us. Ah a real princess life. We were accompanied by a guardrail which was installed at the front of the car. I was behind with Hélène. Along the way, I wonder where we were going. I was curious to know the surprise that Helene had in store for me.

A few minutes later, we arrive in front of a large shopping center.

-Here is the surprise I reserved for you

-What for me

-Yes ! Go go down quickly

I was super super happy, we entered the mall, the railing was behind us. Hélène told me that I could take whatever I wanted. We go to different departments. I was looking at the prices, I was not looking at the article but only at the prices. To be able to take only the bare minimum. I had chosen jeans, a top, two dresses and a pair of shoes.

- What do you take only that

-Yes, it's good thank you very much

- Take at least three pairs of shoes and quarter dresses

-No, that is more than enough for me

Despite my refusal, she leaves to add 3 shoes, four dresses and two tops. I was very happy, I who had always worn clothes from the thrift store. I never imagined that I would wear designer clothes one day.

After getting dressed, head to the hairdressing salon. I don't know how long I've been taking care of my hair. A real hair, I was entitled to a manicure. Hélène was also in the middle of a manicure. They were cutting my hair, I was afraid. After an hour of makeover. We turn the mirror a Wow of shock. I really didn't recognize myself.

-Oh how beautiful you are wow, do you like your new hairstyle?

-Yes ! Thank you very much Hélène

I was so happy. I had completely changed.

After the makeover, head home. Before leaving, I wanted at all costs to buy a gift to Astou, Alima, Ismaïla and Mohamed to thank them. I was very hesitant about the gift I was going to give Alima. Saw his behavior with me.

Mohamed's Point of View:

I almost fell on the penultimate step of the stairs; when I saw Fatima and Helene arriving. Wow! That she is beautiful. Fatima was more and more beautiful. The more I wanted her. Her hair went down to her back. Her eyes were so sparkling, her lips were glistening with her lipstick. I bite my lower lip.

I head for the kitchen, pretending to drink water, even though I wasn't thirsty. I wanted to touch her. I watched him work. Approach her step by step to try to touch her.

When suddenly Ismaila arrived in the kitchen.

-Oh my God ! How beautiful you are, I love your new hairstyle

-Thank you so much

-Say can you get me some orange juice if you're done. You bring it to me in my room

But what's wrong with him. I can't stand it, so I decide to react.

-Why do you want her to bring it to you?

-Because I want to

-I would tell Helene to bring it to you

-No ; I prefer Fatima to bring it to me

-I told you she couldn't bring it Shit.

I drop the glass so much that I was pissed off. I come out of the kitchen upset. I couldn't bear my brother coming near her. My jealousy was getting more and more incredible.

Fatima's point of view:

I was so scared when he screamed. Why such a reaction on his part? Of course, I never wanted to be alone with Ismaïla since her behavior the night before. After dinner, Hélène asks me to go and bring Mohamed a bottle of water. Oh my worst nightmare, I was going to get over his gaze. I pray the stairs to lead me to his room. In front of the door my heart beats a hundred miles an hour. The door was between open, I enter the bedroom. Oh my god, I dream of this room, it is beautiful.

Thank goodness he was in the bathroom. I put the water bottle on the dressing table. I take this opportunity to drop off my gift that I had bought. It was a watch, I know he was never going to put that watch on. Because it wasn't that expensive. But only the gesture count for me. I didn't walk so as not to make noise.

As soon as he got out of the bathroom. He was in shorts. Oh my good! He's so muscular, I was drawn to his muscles but pretended not to care.

-Mr. Amar I put your water bottle on your dressing table

I decide to leave.

-Waits ! What is this box

-In fact, I wanted to thank you for everything you have done for me so I decided to give you this little gift. It's not a big deal.

-Thanks I love it

-That is true you like

-Yes of course

I really had to get some fresh air. I decide to go away.

He took my hand, the closer he got to me, the more I stepped back. I was against the wall.

-I think Hélène is calling me, I'm going to leave

-You're afraid of me

-Not at all Mr. Amar

-You are beautiful

-Thank you very much, I think I'm going to leave.

He comes closer to me and gives me a kiss on the forehead. Nothing to have felt his lips, I was having chills. His gaze was unique. He was so romantic. He had changed his behavior towards me. How cute is he.

-Good night have nice dreams

-Good night sir

-I'll pull your ears out if you tell me again sir, call me Mohamed. He said laughing

-Okay Mohamed good night

I leave the bedroom, then I go to the kitchen. Helene had already finished. The kitchen was so clean. I decide to go to bed with stars in my eyes, thinking about Mohamed.

Ismaïla's point of view:

I was pissed off when I saw Fatima come out of Mohamed's room, she had lasted so long. I know my brother very well, he is so perverted.

He doesn't want to see me alone with Fatima. I don't like her attitude with orange juice at all. I would really like to know what happened between them in the bedroom, when I saw Fatima come out there.

I am so jealous when I see them alone.

I'm ready to die for this girl.

Mohamed's point of view:

For the first time I really liked it when I posed; my lips on her skin for the first time. I think I'm dreaming, I keep pinching myself to know if I'm dreaming or not.

I would always keep this gift she gave me. She was driving me crazy day by day. I wanted to go there little by little. I slip under the blanket, thinking that if I was with her the good times we must have together.

Early the next morning I take a shower, pray and go downstairs, I had thought of her all night.

I go to the kitchen, I find her preparing breakfast, there were only good things. Helene was next door.

-Hello my son, breakfast and ready go to the living room we will serve you.

-Today I prefer to have lunch in the kitchen

-What is happening today, you look so happy

-It's just had a really good night's sleep.

I glance at Fatima. Our eyes had crossed, she was beautiful.

I pray around the small table in the middle of the kitchen. She walked over to me with her tray and placed it on the table.

As I put the tray down, I stroked her hand. She was so sweet; I really don't mind; because I could no longer hide my love from her.

-Said my son; I hadn't noticed your new watch, it's really beautiful.

-Thank you, just like the person who gave it to me.

I saw her blush.

-Fatima; you can go clean the twins room

-Yes of course.

I had to speak it at all costs.

Fatima viewpoint :

I was still thinking about what happened yesterday.

Why didn't I push him away like his brother?

Just that he kissed my forehead gave me chills.

He had worn my watch, I never thought he would like it despite being a man of value, he is super rich.

Very quickly I go first to Astou's room to do the housework and lastly to clean that of Alima, the capricious, the bitch of the family. I really didn't want to clean Alima's room, so much so that it's a Tabata.

I enter Astou's room; there was almost nothing to do except sweep and mop and wash the toilets and windows. All her clothes were tidy in the dressing room as were her shoes.

I was talking to myself.

《I could never have such a room in my life. 》

-Of course you can have it.

I recognized that voice so soft. I turn around and see. Mohamed in front of me.

-Oh! you want some things

-Yes, I want you.

-Excuse me

-Because of you, I no longer sleep at night, I no longer concentrate at work.

-What do you mean ?

-You make me Crazy

-As you can see, I'm busy.

I turned around and continued my work, he was still there, I was shaking a lot. I go to the bathroom, I do my work very quickly, he was still there sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed. As soon as I finished, I took my luggage to go out. As he walks through the door he grabs my hand, and kisses me on it.

I withdrew my hand and ran to the TABATA witch's room; he was running behind me, I opened the door and locked myself in a key trouble. He knocked and said to me "open Fatima, come on be nice"

I got more and more excited the way he said my name Fatima in such a soft voice. We would run like children; looks like the cat and smiles at her.

I turn around. Oh my god I had never seen such a pigsty, it looks like the garbage dump of the whole city of Dakar.

What filth, all the clothes were here and there; traces of nail polish, powder and eye shadow. I never knew a seventeen year old girl needed such makeup.

I really don't know where to start so much that it got out of hand.