Chapter 32

Alima's point of view:

My day was totally wasted just by growing my brother on the stairs. I had lost all my cheerfulness, I still blame him, I still can't digest what he did to me the other day. If he ever thinks that I forget so easily then he is seriously mistaken. Also, I did very well to ignore him so he will realize that he really crossed the line.

Now all I want is revenge on him, not forgetting Bintou of course. I don't care if he's my brother, I'm even ashamed to call him that, he doesn't even deserve it. He's always there playing the hero of the family, he always meddles with what is none of his business, I wonder if he does it on purpose sometimes to hurt me. He annoys me enormously.

The place I felt so good at was my Room. She was my one and only refuge, I was all alone sitting in my corner. I didn't want to talk to anyone so much that I wasn't on my plate. As a result I was terribly bored so I decided to tidy my room so that I could distract myself a little, even though I didn't like cleaning, so I had no other choice. So this is a first for Alima Amar, my fingers crossed and I hope I can get there.

At first, I choose to tidy up my dressing room so much that it was so messy, oh my God I wonder how I can accept living in such conditions, we could even compare my dressing room to a henhouse so I put everything has its place. The dresses, skirts, pants, tops, shoes, all in a group and put in their places so I could easily find myself when I should choose an outfit in the future.

Moreover, it should be noted that it was not at all easy, so much so that I did not know where to start. The only thing that could really help me was my anger. Because when I am angry in general, I like to do small things by occupying my hands, that way I am concentrated and I do not speak to anyone.

No sooner had I started, I was already out of breath like crazy who had just run a marathon, I knew I was not going to last that long, that can be understood in the sense that this kind of work is not made for me. This is normal considering that I am the princess of this family and that it is not part of my DNA.

I think I'll move on, or else I risk dying young, I think I'd better give this task to the maids of this house. Like that I am well and I could thus watch them because these clothes, bags and shoes are very expensive after all, and they must not be damaged above all.

Immediately, I got up to go to my bed, to spread out a little bit and thus listen to music, because I really need to relax, without forgetting of course the air conditioner.

I was so good in my bed that I didn't even want to get out.

Through the music, I couldn't stop thinking about my big brother Mohamed. Indeed, that, for days that we had not seen each other, I miss even a little bit, even if he is sometimes drunk. All I miss about him is only his money and the little gifts they gave me all the time. Besides, he spoils his life for nothing, he too gets into stories that don't even concern him. It's unfortunate!

When I think he spends all his days in the hospital worrying about the health of this good-for-nothing when she is not even part of the family. She is only a simple slave in this house and does not have the blood of the Amar. If he continues like this, I hope he regrets spending his whole life by his side. Because Fatima does not deserve it. Just thinking about it makes me want to pull my hair out so much that it hurts me. I'm pretty sure our parents wouldn't be very happy with this situation where they are now. Mohamed must set a good example for his brothers and sisters as he is the eldest of this family. When I think he does serious things and ultimately forbids us to do so in return.

On the other hand, I don't know why but my heart tells me that it must be so difficult to have all the loads on your shoulders. Not only is there a lot of load to fill, but also unnecessary problems are created. I am disgusted by this family. If only I could fly away from it all then I would do it without even thinking. I can't wait to be able to start working and thus be able to support myself. That way I wouldn't have to ask anyone anymore. I would then be free to do whatever I wanted to do.

Now I don't have anyone within my family who understands me. I feel like everyone is running away from me like I'm a monster. It must be said that I really don't have a lot of complicity with my so-called twin silk, in fact we are totally opposed, we never agree on several things. If we weren't from the same family, I don't think we would be so "close". If I had the option to choose then maybe I could sell it or even eliminate it from my life once and for all. So we can say that I am a twin in spite of myself.

In short, I have a shitty life outside of all this wealth that surrounds me. Apart from Mohamed, all the rest of my family are worthless bums. Word of Alima Amar.

However the hours passed and I was still locked in my room. At one point, I just felt the urge to get out of it so much that I was hungry. It's a shame because in addition to being silly, they are absolutely useless in this house. They could at least get me a tray in my room. So I could have my breakfast in peace while watching television. But no! They really don't do their job well, these servants are useless.

And yet, Ismaïla received her breakfast in her room.

And why not me?

There is really discrimination in this house, that's what I was saying, nobody cares about me. I find it unfair and nasty on their part, it really doesn't happen. It is shameful!

So if I was hungry, I even had to travel less to look for it.

They will hear me, I don't make it that easy. If they want to stay in this house, then they have to move their buttocks properly.

Automatically, I go to the door of my room to lead me to the stairs. I was going down like a little crazy girl so much that I couldn't wait to meet them to tell them my four truths.

As soon as I got down I walked towards the Hall to go to the kitchen, I even managed to hear their laughter, they looked like parrots.

Once up to the kitchen, I heard a conversation that caught my attention, so I decided to stop behind the door to listen.

Amina: Go ahead tell us what's going on?

Sarah: we've waited long enough until now

Bintou: the thing is, I don't know what's happening to me but I think I'm starting to have feelings

Amina: Ohh! You see, I told you so well but you never took me seriously

Sarah: oh my God! It's great, I hope you at least confessed your feelings to him

Bintou: but what are you talking about, never in life

Amina: listen sooner or later you won't be able to hide your love for him from him,

Bintou: I can't even tell my boss that I love him, it's too much for me, even though I'm just a simple servant

Sarah: so my darling! You don't have to act like this, it's only the weak who think like this

Amina: yes I totally agree with you, you spoke as if we did not have the right to happiness, and that because quite simply we work for rich people

Bintou: listen to the girls, I know exactly what I'm saying, imagine that I confess my feelings to him and that in the end he rejects me like a simple handkerchief

Amina: stop being so pessimistic, it's never going to happen because I'm sure he's nice and he's really not what you think he is

Sarah: yes, I totally agree with you, and then he really does not take the big head with us like his brother does

Amina: moreover he is very respectful

Bintou: ok it's good I understood, how could I not trust everything you told me, you are adorable girls

Sarah: oh! Don't thank us, we're only one family after all these years together,

Amina: yes, Sarah is absolutely right you really don't have to thank us, because we are there for you, you are like a sister for us

Bintou: yes, I may have left a family, but I found another one thanks to you girls

Sarah: besides I think you are a very beautiful and intelligent girl

Amina: yes! On this level Ismaïla is really very lucky

At that moment, as soon as I heard my brother's name, I stepped back suddenly and ran for the stairs, I even ended up knocking down the mud that was next to me so much that I was in shock.

Mohamed's point of view:

I cannot digest and understand what I have just heard through Diouldé's mouth, I find that she is really irresponsible, how could she let someone come into the room without even asking me the permission would only be once, she could at least call me on the phone, that's the least of it. I think she really screwed up and that's abused of her.

I was so beside myself that I could not let her continue her sentence, very quickly I walked quickly towards the corridor which led towards the Chamber. Once I got to the door, I did everything to control myself so as not to do damage as there were sick people next to it, and then I didn't want to worsen Fatima's health.

Once in front of the door I pulled my wrist as I walked slowly inside. As soon as I entered I walked to the other part of the suite, when I saw Helene sitting on the edge of the bed, carefully laying her eyes on her. Her hand was linked to Fatima's. She was aside and was sleeping peacefully, so I couldn't see her face. However, I did everything I could not to wake her up.

Quickly I approached Helene with great strides, I put my hand on her shoulder when she saw me immediately. Just through her eyes you could notice that she was pleasantly surprised and happy to see me again. When I was still in my starting position.

Helene: Oh my God! My son i missed you so much

Me: Shutt! I said putting my hand over her mouth

As soon as this gesture was accomplished, I waved to him, telling him to follow me out of the Chamber, so as not to make any noise. Once outside, I led her to the waiting room so that I could unpack my bag quietly accompanied by all my nervousness.

Helene: but what are you doing like that, at least let me hug you

Me: what are you doing here?

Helene: but what happens to you my son?

Me: stop calling me that since I'm not your son

Helene: Why are you so upset?

Me: since when do you worry so much

Helene: what are you talking about? What did I do to you to deserve this

Me: stop playing the victim since everything that is happening to this family right now is solely your fault, I said pointing at her.

Helene: listen that's not what you think at all, she said in a trembling voice

Me: sorry but I won't fall into your trap again

Helene: listen to my son at least let me explain

Me: stop calling me my son again since I am not because a good mother is someone who watches, who loves and protects her children

Helene: you don't even know how much your words hurt me, she said, shedding tears

Me: so much the better since it was my goal to seek

Helene: if only you knew how much I love you then you will never talk to me like this

Me: I don't have time to waste listening to your nonsense, I say, turning my back to him

Helene: wait for my son,

Even after everything I had told her, she still kept calling me "my son". As a result, I was always in the same starting position, I had even turned my back to him. I didn't want to talk to her anymore so much that I was not well at all.

Helene: I just wanted to tell you that I will always be there for you whatever your decision

Me: you have nothing more to do here

After this last sentence, I made my way towards the doctor's office to talk to him again for a few moments, but also I had to collect the prescriptions he had once again prescribed.

A few minutes later :

I had barely stepped out into the doctor's office with the prescriptions in hand. I could therefore go to the pharmacy next door. I didn't have any major concerns since Diouldé was with her, so I was very reassured. After the altercation I had with Hélène I was not on my plate, I cannot understand her, in fact with all the nonsense she had done, she had that even had the daring to come.

I hope she understood me correctly and that she got away from here. I had a lot to say to him but I had to control myself, because this is neither the place nor the time to talk about it.

After I went to the pharmacy, I already had the medicine in hand, so I just had to go see her. I couldn't wait to see her again, even my words couldn't describe what was on my mind.

As soon as I walked through the door, I was suddenly called out by Dioulde.

Dioulde: Excuse me, Mr. Amar

Me: but am I dreaming or what? What are you still doing here?

Dioulde: Who is there sir?

Me: decidedly you really have your ears plugged, didn't I tell you to stay with her.

Dioulde: but the lady who was with you earlier has returned to the Chamber

Me: what do you mean by that?

Dioulde: yes sir, she still insisted a lot to be able to stay with her until she woke up

Me: and you accepted despite that.

Dioulde: but sir, what's wrong with that? Since she begged me a lot and then she looks fine

Me: meddle in what concerns you young girl, it is not for you to decide you are irresponsible, I had however repeated it to you several times

Dioulde: I'm sorry sir

Me: listen to call there telling her to join me in the waiting room and during this time ask another nurse to stay with her

Dioulde: ok sir

Helene had really crossed the line, yet I had told her to leave.