Chapter 8

Ismaïla's point of view:

I go to Alima's room; to inform him that one of his friends was there.

When I passed Fatima in the corridors quite happy.

-Hi Fatima; still beautiful

-You are gifted in compliment

-Waouh the chain you wear is beautiful

-Thank you ; your brother gave it to me

-What ... I mean cool c super

It annoys my brother; I hate it . I will deal with this later.

I was in front of Alima's bedroom door. I enter the room but she was not there. What a mess ?

How can a girl live in a pigsty?

I was inspecting the room.

Damn my phone fell; I sit up to pick it up when I was drawn to something shiny that was under the bed.

I approach and find that it was a necklace. The same necklace Alima had lost and desperately sought after accusing Fatima of a thief.

That she plague my sister?

I am sure that she had purposely accused this poor girl to create her desires.

Fatima is innocent; I finally proved it I knew she was not a thief.

Why did Alima do all this?

Fatima's point of view:

Everything was already ready by dinner time; I had already set the table; everything was in place. I joined Helene in the kitchen who had baked chocolate cake; she was a great cook.

All the same was seated except Tabata; she was probably in her room doing her toilet. Mohamed did not take his eyes off me; he smiled at me every time which made me blush every time.

As for Ismaïla, he looked at me strangely. We expected more than Alima to serve.

A few minutes later she got out; always well dressed. She sat down and I watched her through the kitchen.

Helene settled down; the other girls and I start to serve.

As soon as I left the kitchen; Alima looked at me strangely; his gaze was aimed at my neck. He was probably looking at the necklace I'm wearing.

As soon as I served it; she knocked her plate over for me.

A grain of suffering came out of my mouth; put me on fire. Mohamed got up and knocked on the table.

-Why did you spill the plate for him?

-Why do you want to know why?

-I requires explanation

-You remember the golden chain that I lost

-How can I forget it with all the cinema that you had done

-Fatima wears the same chain what a shame you're not even ashamed what a thief

-No but you lie as you breathe

-It's the truth

-I am offered to him myself this chain

Alima was silent, she said nothing; she was sweating; it looked like they had poured him a basin of water.

- Do we have the letter F in Alima, answer me.

Ismaila intervenes by getting up too

-And to top it off I found your necklace that you had lost in your room

-And you dare to accuse people for free what a shame. Since all this time you made us believe that Fatima had taken your necklace by hiding it in your own room. Why did you do all this cinema? Answer says Mohamed

-You want to know why ?

I will tell you . I hate her ; everyone appreciates it nobody likes me. You fell on his charm. She is more beautiful; smarter that's why i did it i hate that girl. I curse the day she set foot in this house. You could let her die on the road; but you saved it and I'm sure you would fight your own brother to get it.

She hated me so much; you could see it in those eyes. She stood up as she approached me and gave me two slaps.

1 slap: that's for having set foot in this house

2 slap: that's for stealing my brothers

She ripped off my necklace and threw it away; this time it was too much; I gave him double

1 slap: that's for humiliating me

2 slap: that's for disrespecting me

3 slap: that's for calling me a thief and tearing off my necklace

4 slap: Finally it is for all that you made me suffer in this house

I had my hands swollen; his cheeks were red. She was crying like a child. She wasn’t done with me; she took the orange juice and poured it in my face.

-It's enough Alima calm down said Mohamed

I was going to avenge myself again; I was no longer the Fatima that we humiliated every time.

I took the cake and threw it in her face.

No one could stop us; we beat each other like crazy; Alima was running after me; she was just screaming.

We were finally separated by Mohamed and Ismaïla.

Ismaïla leads Alima to her room, which is struggling like crazy.

Mohamed brought me by force to my room I even had to slap him so much that I was angry.

I was completely soaked. I enter the bathroom, slamming the door behind Mohamed.

I was now Innocent in the eyes of all.

Woupi the truth had finally come out.

Will Alima start her stupid things again?

Mohamed's point of view:

I knew she was innocent and had nothing to do with stealing. She had kept so much hatred in her. This is the first time that I see her in this state. It shows that she hated my sister so much.

I was in his room; I was impatient that she could go out; she's been in the bathroom for over fifty minutes. I worried a lot; almost an hour of time.

I was walking back and forth in the bedroom. Until she finally comes out. Wet hair; she was already dressing.

She approached me, looking at the ground; s eyes did not prove to be detached from the ground.

-I'm sorry for the slap earlier

-No, it is I who must apologize about my sister's behavior; I'm really sorry I am even ashamed

-No do not say that; it is not your fault that she behaves like this

-Has your neck hurt?

-Why this question ?

-Because the way she tore off your necklace was violent

-I have a little pain but it's ok

-Like Alima to break your necklace; I wanted to give you this ring that belonged to my mother and above all, do not refuse it

-I kept the debris from my chain

-Please

-No please understood me; I would accept it to be one day

-Promised

-Promis; Can I ask you a question?

-Yes of course ask whatever you want

-Where are your parents?

-They are dead ; in the Diola boat accident; they had left to visit my grandmother

-I'm really sorry I shouldn't have asked you this question

-No no there is no problem; there are rumors that say that they are going to leave the survivors

-It is possible have you found their bodies?

-We searched desperately but nothing

-So they are little alive

-Maybe god hear you

-it should be due for you

-Thanks to Helene we managed to get through this ordeal; she was a good friend of my mother

-You are lucky to have it

-Tell me who is what you call every night.

-Ah, it's my grandmother; I call her every evening to check her news and to ask her if she has received the money that I send her

-Oh ok ; it's good

Suddenly a dead silence settled in the room. His eyes were still fixed on the ground. When I took my word back

-You must be hungry because you have nothing to eat.

- Neither do you; at least I am not hungry

-Me also elsewhere

-We wouldn't say she said smiling

-You are beautiful when you smile

-Thank you she said timidly

-I would like to invite you to eat ice cream together

-I could not because I have a lot to do tomorrow

-Don't in fact I have already spoken to Helene and she agrees

-You've already talked about it

-Yes because I had planned it for a long time

- Okay so good night see you tomorrow

-Agree tomorrow ; good night

I leave the room with my eyes full of the stars. She had said YES to the invitation.

Would I have a second kiss?

Fatima's point of view:

I wake up excited: I was thinking about Mohamed's date.

I go to the bathroom to take a bath and pray. When I left I saw a box which was on the chair. S was a large red rectangle box with a knot on top.

I approached the box there was my name above Fatima. I opened the box when I saw a beautiful white dress; with size 38 beige heels. As luck would have it, this was my shoe size; there was a letter. I took it to open it.

Hello Fatima

Hope you like the dress and the shoes. Instead of eating ice cream; I decided to invite you for the whole day. It's not just there to have breakfast. There is a driver outside at your disposal. He will lead you to our meeting place. Tchao I'm waiting for you.

thank you so much

Mohamed amar

After reading this letter I got more and more excited. I took the dress to try it on. Fortunately, I was fine.

I was in the bathroom when I heard someone knocking on the door.

I open the door and I see Helene.

-Waouh! You are very beautiful my daughter; wow like a real princess

-Thank you very much Helene

-You haven't finished yet

-No ; i don't know what to do with my head

-Don't worry sitting down I'll do your hair

-Ah thank you Helene

After a few minutes Helene gave me a magnificent high bun; she was truly a professional. She just puts on makeup. I put on but shoe. I was finally ready; I kept looking at myself in the mirror. I told myself that 《it wasn't me》. So much so that I was beautiful in winding myself up of course.

-Thank you very much Helene

-Stop thanking me; go ahead the driver is waiting; enjoy your day my daughter. Once again you are magnificent.

I leave the room accompanied by Helene; I saw the other girls working. In my passage they launched a Wow. As for Sarah as usual. But what did I do to her?

In short the driver was in front of the door when I arrived he opened the door for me. Ahah I still can't believe it.

All the way I was shaking. When I pass I had a meeting with my boss. I never would have imagined.

I thought about his behavior from the last time.

Will he behave well towards me?

Mohamed's point of view:

I waited impatiently I was installed in the garden of the Presidential Meridian whose name is now King fahd palace with my bodyguards all around. The landscape was magnificent . I was going back and forth around the garden.

A few minutes later the car had finally arrived; when I saw her in the back she was magnificent. Nothing to see his face pleased me; I was crying .

I approach the car to open the car door for him. I hold out my hand to him so I can help him down. When she finally got down she was sublime; so beautiful in her white dress; this show its purity. The color of her lips was exactly like the color of the red apple. Her eyes stood out with eyeliner and pencil. She was just gorgeous.

I kept looking at her. She must have been hungry so I decided to lead her to the other side of the garden where breakfast was set up. This time I didn't want my bodyguards to accompany me. I ordered them to stay at the entrance.

I wanted to be alone with her. Just the two of us.

I pull the chair for her so she can sit down and then it will be my turn.

-Thanks for the invitation

-How many times will you thank me again? Come on I know you're hungry let's eat.

-Cheers

-Thank you too

I had hardly eaten so much my eyes were fixed on her. I felt her embarrassed at the end because she wasn't eating anymore.

I clear my throat before speaking.

-Why are you not eating anymore?

She didn't answer; his eyes were fixed on the table.

I speak again as she did not answer.

-I will try not to fix any more

-In fact I don't like people staring at me like this, it's embarrassing

-I am sorry ; it's hard not to look at yourself so much that you're beautiful; good eats

As I was not hungry; I took my phone to pretend to manipulate it to look at it more.

She ends up eating with gusto.

At the end of breakfast; I invite him to go and visit the shops in the hotel. We went to a shop where we sell sportswear. I was going to suggest that she play tennis with me; my favorite sport.

-We are going to play tennis, choose the outfit you like.

-What I have never done tennis

-It does not matter, just choose your outfit

-Okay

She chooses an outfit; and basketballs; she puts on her outfit in the locker room; she was beautiful, it suited her very well.

I put on my outfit with shorts; a polo shirt and sneakers.

When we left the bodyguards escorted us to the tennis court.

-We are going to have a competition; but before that I will help you and train you.

-You don't find my outfit too short

-Not you are beautiful you are beautiful

-Thanks for the outfit

After a few minutes of training; we finally started the match.

We had made bets.

Was I going to win the game against her?

According to you who will win between Mohamed and Fatima.