Chapter 25

Bintou viewpoint :

Phew! Lunch was finally ready after several hours of hard preparations. We were so relieved, so much that we

Could not take any more threats and rudeness from Miss Amar. Indeed, she always had something to say, she spent all the time in the kitchen to call us to order, as if she was our new housekeeper, that is perhaps the reason why, she believed herself to be everything. allowed, she expresses herself freely without even thinking about her words. She was behaving like crazy. Even though we were a thousand times older than her, we dared not even say anything, for fear of losing our job. After all, she is our boss' s sister, so no one dares to put her in order.

In short, I was so deep in my thoughts that I did not even hear Amina's words. She had to pinch me for me to react.

Me: Aïyeeeeuh!

Amina: There you go! mademoiselle finally comes down to earth.

What me ?

Amina: Are you angry or what?

Me: No, but you can imagine the pain I felt, you just pinched me, I'm telling you

Amina: So what?

Me: Oh good! That's your answer, so come on and show you how much I must have suffered, I said laughing

Amina: Ok, ok forgive me, she said with a smile

Me: Okay, my dear you are forgiven then, if not who is there? What did you want to say to me?

Amina: Actually I wanted to ask you if we could start serving

Me: Obviously yes, no but you really want us to give us both pairs of slaps, don't tell me that you forgot Alima Amar's parades in the kitchen, so much so that she couldn't no longer wait.

Amina: Of course not how can I forget it, in fact it's just because Helene is not there at the moment,

Me: And then, don't tell me that we will have to wait for him until his return

Amina: why not?

Me: Remember my beautiful, that Helene had asked us to serve lunch as soon as we had finished, she had even added, that we should not wait for her

Amina: ah ok I see!

Me: Otherwise! Is the table ready?

Amina: Yes, Sarah took care of it, otherwise I'm going to go and check if nothing is missing, you never know.

Me: Do not forget to ask them to sit around the table, since it is already ready.

Amina: Ok, she said leaving the kitchen

Everything had to be perfect, since Helene was not present with us. So I also decide to leave the kitchen to make sure everything is fine, when I left everyone was almost present except Aunt Aïcha. I think she's really starting to abuse that one.

So we decide to start the service. Sarah, Amina and I were the only ones to take care of it. Each of us had to make sure everything was okay, or if nothing was missing.

*A few minutes later

We could finally, returned to the kitchen, as everything was going perfectly well until here, when we suddenly heard a huge noise coming from the Hall, as soon as I turned around, I saw a plate full on the floor, accompanied by All the food.

Alima: Disgusting, it's disgusting!

Astou: Alima! But what are you doing?

Alima: What? No, but you can imagine, I wouldn't even give it to a dog. It's not good at all, it looks like vomit.

Astou: stop Alima! No but it's not okay, you haven't even tasted your plate so how would you know if it's good or not?

Alima: Shut up! As far as I know, I didn't ask you for your opinion.

Ismaïla: my but I dream or what, what is this kind of behavior?

this is how we treat food, let me tell you that there are some people who don't even have enough to eat, and you, what are you doing? You insult and throw the food on the floor. And then you could at least respect, the person who had spent most of the day making this dish for you.

Alima: Let me laugh, listen to me, I don't give a damn about Bintou, she's just a servant and nothing else in this house, ok moreover, it's her job, since she doesn't is just a simple servant. Hey! Come on and clean up, quickly.

Trembling, I could not even move properly so that I was afraid, I walked step by step towards the plate which was in a thousand pieces. As soon as I arrived, I bent down to try to pick up the shards of glass when all of a sudden Ismaïla made react again.

Ismaïla: Get up, Bintou sit up.

Me: but sir, I have to clean ...

Ismaïla: no more word, please!

Alima: Bintou, I order you to clean this dirt properly, and I don't have to repeat it to you anymore

Ismaïla: no, it is rather up to you to do it and that as quickly as possible

Alima: No, hello what? My eye ! where did you take yourself for Mohamed

Ismaila: think, say, whatever you want, but you will clean up your nonsense yourself

Alima: What, but you're serious here.

Ismaïla: As serious as I would not call myself Ismaïla,

Alima: No, but you can imagine yourself standing on the floor cleaning, especially since I just had a manicure, and if I don't what are you going to do to me? Huh

Ismaila: May I not remind you once more, Alima Amar, he said shouting

Alima: No, no and no! This is what you wanted to hear and there you go. I will not do it. No way.

- Oh! That if you will and even immediately.

All of a sudden we were all surprised when we heard a pretty rock voice, everyone wondering, where did it come from? Without even knowing it, I said to myself that it was perhaps Mr. Amar's voice, so as soon as I turned around, I saw Mohamed on the threshold of the door. So I had hit the nail on the head, it was really him. Even before he entered the house, I could already see, Alima was shaking. What a coward!

Even without wanting to, I was also shaking, because I was afraid, afraid that all his nonsense might fall on me.

Mr. Amar, had his face closed in on himself, so he walked step by step towards our direction, nobody dared to say anything.

Once in front of us, he stared insistently at Alima, but the latter couldn't even look at him.

Mr. Amar: What are you waiting for?

Even after this questioning, Alima, was still in her starting position, she thought perhaps to herself that she had the blood of the "Amar", and that she was too proud to submit to the household, even if she was. the cause.

I was already starting to get impatient, I wanted so much to end it, I could no longer hold on to this pressure as well as this negative atmosphere that was circling all around me. So I decide, to submit to this task, after all it is my job and I am paid for it, automatically, I made me stand on the ground to clean up quickly, when I was suddenly interrupted by Mohamed.

M.Amar: what are you doing? Straighten up Bintou?

Me: Mr. Amar, don't worry it doesn't matter, after all I'm just doing my job.

Mr. Amar: I have the impression that you did not hear me, sit up!

Me: but sir, everything is fine, it's fine, I'm really not ...

M.Amar: Bintou, get up, you don't understand French where what, he said, screaming with all his strength and cutting me off.

This time I got up without deigning a single word, so much that I was afraid, the words could not even come out of my mouth, my head was towards the carpet, so much that I avoided meet his gaze.

Mr. Amar: Alima Amar, he said in a rude tone

Alima: ok it's good i'll ... ii..is do it, she said in a trembling voice and stammering

Mr Amar: and let it be clean, let the ground shine like crystal, OK

Alima: yes!

Mr Amar: You better, he said taking the stairs.

As soon as he left, everyone rushed to return to a room, so the places were desserts, we were the only one present with Alima.

Alima: Listen to me carefully, you just signed your death warrant, if you think you've won, think again because you're going to pay me dearly, tchim

Sarah: Let's go girls, the job awaits us,

Amina: Yes, it's true we have a lot of things to do, let's go quickly, she said, pulling me by the hand.

I was speechless, so much so that I couldn't grasp the thing, Amina was there, pulling me by the hand like a child. Once in the kitchen, I sat down on the chair which was near the door, my body was shaking.

Amina: Who is there Bintou?

Me: What have I done wrong, to deserve such a threat?

Amina: Ah! You know very well that she is like that, and that she always will be, she said to reassure me

Sarah: Yeah, Amina is absolutely right, you don't have to worry about that,

Me: but how could I not, I have the impression to pass myself off as the villain in this story,

Amina: Stop hurting yourself unnecessarily, even Mr. Amar stood up for you, so why worry.

Me: no on the contrary, with everything going on in this house, I have the impression of adding more all the time, don't you see in what state he was? He must surely be worried about Fatima's health, with all these problems there, I keep stirring the wound.

Amina: Stop don't say that, besides speaking of Fatima, I think that one should really think about her, about her current situation, to try to pray for her, instead of being interested in trivialities of nothing at all. Let’s forget all that and turn a new leaf.

Me: I'm sorry, I completely agree with you, there is much more important.

Khady's point of view :

Oh my good !! I couldn't take it any longer, I couldn't hold myself well, I had to get back to the room at all costs. As soon as I crossed the hallway, I headed straight for the bedroom. Once inside, I poured out all my humor. So much so that I wanted to laugh, to laugh at what had just happened. Olalah! Well done for his face.

Aunt Aïcha: Hey! What's happening? Who is here?

Me: Calm down Mama! You just missed the show of the century

Aunt Aïcha: waah! So it's you, I was so scared I almost had a heart attack

Me: Hmm! Exaggeration!

Aunt Aïcha: You dare tell me that, when I was in full sleep

Me: So what? Either way you spend all your time sleeping

Aunt Aïcha: Uhh! And then why are you so happy? Is it not you who would be angry with me when you left earlier and who had even slammed the door behind me, I'm wrong!

Me: Look, let's forget all of that, this is the past and let's talk earlier about what just happened.

Aunt Aïcha: What? How? 'Or' What? What's happening?

Me: Humhh! The absent are always wrong

Aunt Aïcha: Listen, I'm not your equal, and then don't make me wait, go talk!

Me: ok, calm down, I say sitting comfortably on the bed

As soon as I was seated, I explained to her everything that had happened during lunch, I was both excited and happy that even the words rushed out on their own. My mother also shared my joy, I even had the impression that the so-called crisis had disappeared, we only saw these teeth so that she was very happy. After having narrated everything that had happened, I decide to add a little more, with some lies that I had invented in my own way, to make the whole story tastier.

Aunt Aïcha: Ohlalah! My daughter if you only knew how exhausted I am, well done for her! but the most interesting thing in this whole story is that she is going to hate her brother so much that she will even turn to us in the end, you'll see.

Me: Yes! so it will end up in our hands, so we can count on it to be able to accomplish some of our missions.

Aunt Aïcha: very good analysis my daughter, on the other hand she must also surely be angry with Bintou and Ismaïla

Me: This is the case, I'm sure of it because you know very well that mademoiselle never likes to get her hands dirty, well done for her face!

Aunt Aïcha: moreover, I keep asking myself the reason for Mohamed's coming, since he had to stay in company with this slut. Besides he was furious from what you told me

Me: You are not the only one you know, I am also very curious to know the cause of his arrival but also of his behavior, in fact he was rather worried than usual.

Aunt Aïcha: You must surely know the answer because it is surely due to this servant who prevents him from living

Me: If only you knew the pain I put to pray for her death, I so want her to die, Fatima is the cause of all my problems

Aunt Aïcha: Do not worry my daughter, this will happen soon, so we will celebrate our victory strongly, you will see.

Me: I hope so, I can't wait for this to happen, I'm sick of waiting.

For a moment I felt like I was talking to myself, so much that my mother was so focused towards the door, she was no longer mentally present. It annoyed me so much that I had the feeling of becoming a madwoman, so, I decided to approach the closest, to bring her back to earth.

Me: Hey! You listen to me, I'm talking to you there,

Aunt Aïcha: Calm down, calm down Khady

What me? What's happening?

Aunt Aïcha: I think you should thank me

Me: Thank you! But why?

Aunt Aïcha: I just had an excellent idea, which could change the whole course of history

Me: an idea! Which ? Come on tell me. What are you waiting for?

Aunt Aïcha: Calm down, calm down my daughter, I didn't educate you that way, eh!

Me: ok, okay it's okay you can give birth now

Aunt Aïcha: GIVE BIRTH! Ah no eh! I suffered enough and I spread my legs for a long time. Don't you have pity on your poor mother? I suffered so much when you were born if you only knew.

What a fool! (I say in my head.)

What me? But are you sure?

Aunt Aïcha: here put me this perfume, so that it does not escape you, so that you give off bad smells.

Me: What? Life is good at Lancôme, are you all right mom?

Aunt Aïcha: Why wouldn't that be fine, eh!

Me: I had always asked you to give me some, but you refused to me every time.

Aunt Aïcha: Listen to me carefully, this is very important for me, then everything must be perfect, and then it is about Mohamed Amar, this man is not just anyone I tell you,

Me: I really should go see it more often so I would at least always have a drop of that luxury scent.

Aunt Aïcha: don't be so stupid, to wait for you to speak shames you. Otherwise I hope that you are well prepared

Me: ok, it's good I'm going!

Aunt Aïcha: Hey, come back here,

Me: what else?

Aunt Aïcha: Pull up your skirt well, and highlight your chest.

Once again I complied with Aunt Aïcha's orders.

Aunt Aïcha: it's good now, you're super beautiful, I'm sure he won't be able to resist your charm this time, Good Luck!

Me: "Good luck!", Let me tell you that I am not going to take an exam OK,

Aunt Aïcha: if my daughter, this is an exam that will prove to me that if you are a real woman or not, and above all does not disappoint me,

Me: It's good! Don't add any more, I say rushing to the exit

Phew! She spoke too much that one, I couldn't take it anymore. I hope I don't get fired this time around. Oh my God! Fingers crossed. I smelled so good that I had the impression of having come straight out of a perfume factory. My outfit was so provocative that I felt like a whore. But not just any whore. Because I was more of a "Luxury" whore. After crossing the hallway, I got closer and closer to his office, I was so stressed that I was sweating, all the good smell

to fly away little by little. I even wanted to stop everything and go back to my room. Unfortunately I did not have the courage, after all I am a woman, and I had to fulfill all my responsibilities.

Me no! Come on mom, it's a way of speaking, what I wanted to say is that you have to explain to me quickly so that I can understand your idea.

Aunt Aïcha: Ah! I see you scared me so, in fact what I wanted to tell you

is that you really had to go join him. And then why not? This will allow you to show your talents as a woman, show him that you are indeed one of my descendants.

What me? You want him to kill me or what, already that he is very angry, I say getting up from the bed

Aunt Aïcha: So what? I said getting up from the bed too

Me: Don't forget that I had tried several times, and that I had failed the last time

Aunt Aisha: Allah! You know very well what men are like, you just have to show him a few practices to get it, go and get ready.

Finally! I was in front of the door when I suddenly heard the voice of Ismaila saying.

Ismaïla: You are sure Mohamed, it must surely be a mistake on the part of the doctor

Mohamed: No! Because I myself saw all the papers that were with the doctor.

But what were these two talking about, I couldn't understand everything that happened to me. In order to better understand, I decide to approach closer to the door when this time I heard back.

Ismaïla: 0h my God! I can't believe it, and here's another problem again, Fatima really doesn't deserve this.

Mohamed: unfortunately it is the sad truth, I hope with all my heart that our blood groups are compatible so that I can donate my kidney to him, moreover I think that it would be better if it remained between us.

At that time, my blood was so cold that I couldn't believe it, this slut would be so sick, to need a donor, everything is explained now. I have no more time to waste, I must tell my mother about it at all costs.