Chapter 5

Fatima point of view:

It took me two hours of time to clean the Tabata (witch) room. So much so that all were above below.

I open the door and finally get out of this room. Luckily he wasn't there. Two phews of relief. I went down to join Hélène; she was preparing dinner. The SAB trio clean the rest of the house.

-Is everything alright ? You lasted

-I'm cleaning TABATA's pigsty, it took a long time

-Who are Tabata? She said smiling up to her ears

-It's Alima

-Oh I see ! It suits him well given his character

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Helene's point of view:

She had found the nickname Alima. For days, I notice that Mohamed is very interested in Fatima.

In general, he had never agreed to put items on the cheap. When I noticed the watch on his wrist it looked very weird to me. He wears it mostly when going to work.

I really wish Fatima was the beautiful daughter of the family. I dream of having a daughter like Fatima.

Mohamed's point of view :

Why can't I kiss him on the mouth?

I can't concentrate at work anymore because of this girl.

I really want her more than ever.

I look at the watch she gave me every moment. I don't consider it a gift.

But as a symbol of our love. I can't wait to come home and see her again.

They say that time is precious and you have to make the most of it. I would like to devote all my time to him.

I want her to be the mother of my children.

I want to live the rest of my daughter with her.

I am really in love with her.

Fatima viewpoint :

The whole family arrived at so much for dinner time. I had already set the table, when in Helene she was in the kitchen to finish the final preparations.

Everything was at the table with roast chicken for dinner. Everyone was at the table, even Tabata. Helene had me ask me to stay close by if necessary.

-Hey don't you just stand there like a picture, come on and move, said Alima

I decide to step aside so as not to cause problems. Mohamed was angry at his behavior at the table.

After dinner, it's time for dessert.

There was fruit, ice cream and cakes.

I served everyone including Alima the bitch.

-Hey the foreign women are you crazy or what is too much, go get rid of quickly, you dirty sow

Dirty sow, she called me a dirty sow. But who does she think this girl is?

After dinner everyone was gathered in the living room to chat, which surprised me Tabata was not there.

Where is she? Hope she was okay.

A few minutes later I heard my name called Alima as she came down the stairs.

But what did she want with me?

I saw her take the last step, she approached me.

What else does she want with me?

-Hey it was you who cleaned my room

-Yes Miss Amar is there a problem?

-You really don't know why I'm asking you

-No why ?

-You are just a dirty THIEF

Mohamed jumped off the couch.

-Excuse me, me a thief, no

-Let's go to my room

She pulled my hair to lead me to her room. I was in pain, she called everyone to her room.

Arrived in the room; she pushed me to the ground.

-She took my gold necklace

-Alima, that's enough with an authoritative voice

-But she stole it from me

-I swear to you that I did not steal anything believed me. Why would I have done it.

She picks me up and pushes me towards the wall, we fight so hard that no one could separate us from one person. He was Mohamed he had managed to separate us, I was struggling like a fish out of water.

She was screaming so loud. Astou and Helene asked me to go downstairs to calm things down. She manages to bury herself and pushes me towards the stairs.

As the movement was brutal, the action unfolded very quickly. My head had touched the penultimate step of the stairs. I was in great pain. I will never forget this image, everyone was running towards me except this Tabata.

Despite my pain, I decide to run to go to my room and cry my pain. I was on the bed, my head was spinning. I had locked the door.

I heard Mohamed's voice behind the door. 《Open the Fatima door》. I didn't want to open the door when he kicked it open to enter.

Mohamed's point of view:

I had had an amazing night. I had finally kissed her, she was so beautiful. We had been kissing for a long time, how beautiful she is. She had fallen asleep in my arms. Before leaving I put a blanket on him and kissed him tenderly on the mouth. I was able to heal his injuries from Alima.

The next morning after taking my bath as well as praying. Before going to have breakfast, I decide not to go see my sister Alima.

She was still sleeping at this hour. I woke him up by shaking her and saying her name "Alima" more than four times was too much. She slipped more and more under her sheets.

My patience is at its limit, I opened the curtains, the weather was very nice and the light was entering her room.

After this gesture; she stood up with insults.

- Holy shit! Fatima fuck you

- Get up Alima

As soon as she heard my voice she stood up, she was amazed to see me.

-But what are you doing in my room. Do you need something ?

-Yes ; I want you to go and apologize to Fatima

-What to apologize to this bitch….

I cut him off as soon as I heard that word "bitch"

-I forbid you to talk about her that way; you will do it yes or no

-No I'm not going to do it

-I want you to give me:

The keys to the pink RANGE ROVER; your bank card and you are deprived of going to see your girlfriends; You are deprived of going out except to go to high school for a month.

-What but ...

-There is no "but''

-Please brother please brother

Whimpering like a child. After a few minutes I left the room with everything I want in hand.

Me Mohamed Amar always gets what I want when I want it.

I went downstairs to go to the kitchen. I find Helene and the other employees preparing breakfast.

I did not see Fatima.

Was she still in pain?

-Hello my son you look worried what's happening to you

-Where is Fatima?

-She is in her room ; I was just going to bring him his breakfast, you can go and install my son, we will serve you

-Bring the tray I will bring it to Fatima

-You are sure of that ; eat my son first

-No let me bring it to him

-What's happening to you, good as you insist.

I took the tray and went to Fatima's room I couldn't wait to see her.

I opened the door and entered.

Fatima's point of view:

Ouch! I have a really bad headache. I admire myself in front of the bathroom mirror. I wondered what had happened.

After a few minutes spent in the bathroom, I decide to go join Hélène and try hard despite my pain.

I opened the door and saw Mohamed on the edge of the bed with a tray in his hand.

-Hello are you better?

-You need a few things

-No! I brought you your breakfast

-For me

I sat on the bed, he waved to me with a smile.

-I'm sorry for what my sister did you.

I wondered what had happened, I was trying to remember it; I answered two minutes later.

-It does not matter ; but I didn’t steal s. ……

He silenced me by putting his hand in front of my mouth.

-Shhh let's forget all that and eat

-Have you eaten

-Later

-How's that later you have to eat

-You are still in pain

He had changed the subject.

-Yes at the level of my head

-I will call the doctor as it persists

-Not at all

-Why are you afraid of the doctor?

-No, you seem very happy that is happening

-You know why

-Why ?

-Because I had a very good night thinking of you

-To me

I blushed; I was having chills. I couldn't look him eye to eye so much that I was shy in front of him.

-To our drop yesterday; You are more and more beautiful

-It was just an accident

-No I didn't like it was just an accident

-Why didn't you push me away so

-I was tired, that's all; I don't want this to happen again.

He left the room, slamming the door, he was angry with me.

But why did I lie?

I wanted to tell him how much I liked this kiss.

Fatima's point of view:

As soon as I saw him enter; unwittingly I threw myself into his arms to cry so much that it hurt both morally and physically. I was in tears. This is the first time that I have been called a thief.

But how could I have stolen from this family.

The one who welcomed me with open arms.

Mohamed will not stop consoling me and wiping away my tears. The more they wiped them away the more my tears continued to flow.

-Do not Cry, stop hurting yourself

-I'm not a thief

-I know you are not a thief

-I'm just a desire. I want to die

-No do not say that; don't pay attention to my sister; she has always been like that. You are seriously injured; I'll go get the medicine box.

He got up to go to the medicine box. I was in great pain. A few minutes after, he arrived with the box.

-It's going to bite

I was in pain when he put alcohol on my wounds, I made a few faces from the pain.

Mohamed was so nice, he had taken good care of me. He really is an angel.

Despite this I still cried. He was always there to support me and he tried my tears with his hand. He hugged me.

We kept looking at each other; our eyes fixate. We look at each other with tenderness. We approached each other until our lips touched.

He was so handsome he stroked my hair.

We kissed for several minutes. He kept whispering "I've heard this moment for a long time my love"

As soon as I heard that word I got chills. As soon as I remember what my sister had done to me I decide to stop stooping.

-I think I'm going to sleep.

I turn around to pretend to be asleep but he was still there. Why didn't I push him away?

He was still there, his hand stroking my hair. I always pretended to be asleep.

Why wasn't he leaving?

Mohamed's point of view:

I was beside myself when she told me she didn't like our kiss. Me who thought she liked it. I really don't understand this girl.

She's gonna drive me crazy. I decide to go away without having my breakfast.

My appetite was cut as soon as I heard the word "accident" from Fatima's mouth. Helene insisted she wanted me to eat something before going to the office.

Helene's point of view.

But what's wrong with her; why he automatically changed his behavior after leaving Fatima's room.

The poor man must have been hungry because he has nothing to eat.

I decide to go to Fatima's room; to hear from him and for. Know the reasons for Mohamed's behavior.

I knock on the door before entering.

I walk in finding Fatima with tears in my eyes. She had barely touched her breakfast. I knew there were a few things he was wrong.

I approach her.

-Why are you crying my daughter?

-I just have a dust in my eye

-It's a shame that you don't know how to lie

-How's what do you mean

-I'm not crazy, what's going on with you and Mohamed

-Nothing at all

-Fatimaaaaaa

She looked at me; and she explained to me everything that had happened with Mohamed.

I felt love between these two.

-I blame myself for lying to him

-That's why he didn't eat breakfast

-What he didn't eat breakfast; but the poor must be very hungry

- Since when do you worry about him

-In fact it's ......

-I understand you my daughter

-I wanted to bring him his breakfast at his office

-No you can't get out with your condition

-I'm fine ; do not worry ; please Hélène please go accept

-You are on my daughter

-Yes of course please

-Ok get ready; I'll prepare her breakfast for you to take away; the driver will take you to his office

-I wanted to make him pancakes

-OK as you want

-Thank you so much

- You're welcome my daughter

I leave the room when I see a very happy Fatima.

Would Fatima be in love with Mohamed?