Chapter 40
Aunt Aïcha's point of view:
Barely out of the veranda, I come face to face with Hélène. Her face was on fire, she was so angry, she didn't look on her plate, I even had the impression that she wanted to put one in my face. So I took the opportunity to annoy her even more by staring at her wildly and doing my manners. I was going back and forth to show him that everything was fine and that I didn't give a damn about him. This woman exasperates me terribly, she really looks like a sow in the middle of giving birth.
Who does she think she is?
She is no one except a simple and poor servant. The day I have this house in my possession. She will be able to say goodbye to her work and end up like a homeless man, who will lick all the sidewalks in the capital and who will no doubt come to beg me.
I was so pissed off that I decided to go up to my room, I couldn't see his face any longer, I had the urge to vomit. So much so that this woman disgusted me. What is certain is that a solution must be found quickly to this problem. From today, she will be able to count her remaining days.
Once in my room, I decide to turn on the television in order to forget all my problems which haunt my mind at the moment. There are only two people on this earth who caused me these worries namely: Fatima and Helene
Regarding the first (Fatima). I think it might be time to prepare for this funeral since he has little time left to live. This hunger pang will not receive anyone's kidney, just thinking about it makes me smile from ear to ear. If this dream comes true then I will be the happiest woman on this earth.
In addition, it should not take long to happen thanks to the help of the doctor. I gave him enough money so he could get rid of this girl. With her health situation, Fatima will die slowly, but above all painfully. As I had always wished in my prayers.
On the other hand I was always very angry just seeing her face in my head (I have the impression that she haunts me), I wanted to spit on her, so much that she disgusts me, without counting Astou who was running behind him as if she couldn't believe his coming. Almost everyone loves him in this house. Too bad !
Besides, I hope the doctor will give me some news. He had better do his job well because he gets paid for it. The more the days go by, the more and more I am impatient to hear the death of this Fatima.
On the other hand I can not understand why he does not take my calls, in fact I have been trying to reach him for days and days but without success, in addition he does not even call me back, it's really hard. no matter what, it is not doing its job properly.
Currently I want to go to the hospital on my own to see the doctor, but I dare not set foot there again after what had happened with Mohamed, I do not have the courage nor strong shoulders to face him once again. Not to mention that he caught me in the act of walking on my own feet, but hey I think I'll have to play dying again to be able to attract his pity, I cross my fingers so that he can fall back in my trap. That's all I want.
It is time for Fatima to come out of our lives.
I dream so much of this moment, so that my daughter will finally be able to be in Mohamed's arms as well as all this immense fortune. My hands are scratching just thinking about all the money I could have.
At first, we (Khady and I) will do everything to settle Alima's case with the story of Bintou and Ismaila. To be able to move quickly we has no other alternative but to use this situation to profit from it. I think I'm going to discuss it with Khady by the way, but before that I have to take care of something.
I go to my drawer to check that the shoes that I had managed to "steal" in a store are indeed there. I love watching them so much that they are sublime. But also very expensive considering the price which was displayed on the windows. I think they can be of great, great benefit to me!
Bintou's point of view:
Apparently Helene had just entered the house, because I feel like I heard her voice. Besides, Amina, just confirmed my words. I was very happy and excited for his coming. It had been a few days since we had managed to hear from him since his visit to the hospital.
I even wanted to go see her, but apparently she would be very tired and would need to rest. I just wanted to hear from Fatima, since it had been weeks since we had heard from this girl and we had not seen or heard each other on the phone. Besides, we didn't even know where to reach her. This story becomes very disturbing.
On the other hand, I have the impression that Ismaïla had not spent the night at the house. I haven't seen him last night all day, not to mention I had gone to bring him his morning breakfast, hoping I could meet him, but I hadn't heard from him. I'm starting to worry about him anyway, usually he's not like that since he's often at home. But hey, that's his life.
Bintou why do you care so much about this person? ( in my head.)
He was stronger than me, I couldn't help but think of him, I saw him everywhere. So I was doing my best to think of something else but I couldn't. Over time, I realize that my love for Ismaila grows more and more without my being able to do anything about it. I can't understand, I think I'm going to go crazy with this boy.
The funniest thing about this whole thing is that he doesn't care at all about me, for him I'm just his maid and nothing else. Maybe he's even currently chatting with other girls who are much more beautiful and classy than me!
I can't imagine how many girls can run behind him. I guess he has to pick a few from his long list of suitors every day.
The more the minutes passed, the more films I made in my head. It was becoming unbearable for me!
As I did not feel at all on my plate, I then decided to go and sit in the garden, since the weather was very nice, I hope that nature will be able to share her cheerfulness with me to brighten up my days. .
I said to myself that maybe the fact of having changed my scenery will allow me to free myself, in order to feel free in my mind. Fortunately, the others were there to help me a little with the various household chores around the house.
Sitting on the grass, I took a deep breath, I tried to clear my mind, not to think of anything. Having all these thoughts all at once made it very difficult for me to breathe properly, my heart was heavy. Now I really want to be on my own.
As soon as I turned my head to the left, I realized that my little moment of relaxation was not going to last for long.
Indeed, I had seen Khady and Alima coming towards my direction, but I acted as if I had not seen them, already that my day was not very jovial, it was necessary to add these two -the. They were really rude. The more they walk, the more I hear the sound of their shoes. My heart was beating a mile an hour.
Khady: what are you doing here? Don't you have work to do?
Me: I don't feel well ma'am, I say with a trembling voice
Alima: what makes you feel bad?
Me: I don't know madam, I say with my head bowed
Khady: all liars, these cleaning ladies
Alima: you are absolutely right
Khady: you better go and do your work instead of standing there, drinking air
Alima: we didn't pay you to contemplate nature after all
Khady: come on, get up and go do your job
Alima: you better not find you there
khady: we have much more important things to do, let's not waste any more time
Alima: I follow you;
Khady: say hello to your "crush of the moment", she said with a mocking air.
Dioulde's point of view:
I really didn't expect such a reaction from him. Fatima is so excited and happy that she can't help but touch everything and anything. He looks like a little child who is conquering the world, just seeing his smile on those lips gives me hope. This girl is brave and has her head on those shoulders, no matter what situation she finds herself in, she always keeps a smile, I had known her often like that and she has not changed, always true to herself . I had the feeling that she even ended up forgetting her pain.
Mr. Amar did well to ask me for this favor.
Indeed, he had told me to occupy her a little bit so that she could change the scenery, in order to be able to release all the pressure that revolves around her before the operation.
What a brilliant idea?
We had discussed at length earlier, so he would also have asked me for other missions without Fatima realizing it so as not to stress her more than she already is. This man surprises me day by day, of course I do not know him very much but during these last days that I was able to spend with him, I really realize that he is a good person, despite his strong character. and his slightly insolent behavior. I feel like I'm starting to like it. His strong character as we often say makes him all his charm.
Fatima is very lucky to have a boss like him, he is there almost twenty-four hours a day (24 hours a day), seven days a week without eating or drinking. He takes care of and respects his employees. He does his duty as it should. It's incredible ! I have never seen this, because none of my former or current bosses have ever treated me like this.
In addition, I find it such a shame that Mr. Amar is not my boss, even if he is the CEO of this large hospital (which I have just discovered.)
I admit that I still had a hard time believing it because he is so humble. Everything I love about a man.
I was so deep in my thoughts, maybe I was there physically but mentally I was totally elsewhere. I was a very big dreamer.
But this was not forever when I felt something move my hand, I straighten my head down when I saw that it was Fatima, who had especially turned from her chair to look at me with big eyes.
Fatima: are you okay?
Me: of course yes everything is fine, why this question?
Fatima: I was a little worried because I had been shouting your name for more than 45 minutes
Me: oh good! I am sorry for that !
Fatima: you look thoughtful what's going on? You are sure all is well
Me: listen, you don't have to worry about me because everything is going great
Fatima: okay since you say so! It reassures me
Me: how do you feel today?
Fatima: I feel good compared to the other days
Me: I'm happy for you
Fatima: I can't wait to go out, if you only knew
Me: you just have to follow everything you are told without contradiction
Fatima: I understood the lesson
Me: all I want is for you to feel good
Fatima: yes I know don't worry about that,
Me: it's nice to hear;
Fatima: can I ask you a favor?
Me: go ahead I listen to you?
Fatima: you won't say no, I hope!
Me: I don't usually deny you anything, but if it might violate hospital rules or whatever, then it will be 'NO'
Fatima: could you push my chair to the garden please
Me: of course yes, there is no problem
Fatima: tell me please,
Me: sorry but in this case I refuse, I find it dangerous and I could hurt you
Fatima: please go Dioulde, it's just a run and nothing more
Me: maybe it's a big risk and then I could even hurt you
Fatima: don't worry about me, everything will be fine, go please, please, please,
Me: ok since you insist so much
Fatima: yesiii!
Me: you are really a kid
I ended up telling her '' yes '' so much that she persisted as impossible, I had the feeling that she had recovered her childish behavior. All I know is that she is very happy if it will allow her to regain all her zest for life then I am up for it. It is essential.
Very quickly we move towards the descent which was intended for the sick with a handicap (wheelchair), in order to move towards the garden. In addition, our descent was just spectacular, the wind had welcomed us. As soon as we got down we started our race through the garden.
Me: are you ready?
Fatima: more than ready,
Me: hold on tight,
Fatima: let's go
I was doing my race slowly but surely, we shouldn't overdo it either, we had really become children again. In the end, it even ended up having fun as well, when in Fatima, everything she said was "faster". She really wanted Mr. Amar to put a lawsuit on me. (Humor)
After only a minute, we had walked almost the entire length of the garden, she was just laughing, I was holding the wrists of the chair firmly in case there was any problem, you never know, you have to be prepared for anything. possible situation. I will let you imagine our little race along the lawns, it was very funny to see in real life.
After an hour of marathon, we were finally out of breath, so I decided to drive her to the other side of the garden, so that she could visit some parts of this beautiful place, even if it would be almost impossible to see everything. , so much that it is huge, even I who work there, I could never visit everything. During our little visit, we decide to land somewhere so that she can eat properly while taking these drugs, so that she can regain her strength. I had planned everything in advance, that is to say the food and the medicine.
For food she had to eat fruits and vegetables and for drink she had to take water.
During her small meal, I take this opportunity to ask her some very intimate questions about Mr. Amar, I hope she will trust me.
Me: could I ask you a question,
Fatima: Go ahead, I'll listen to you, she said, biting her apple
Me: I would really like you to answer me with sincerity
Fatima: are you scaring me there? What is it about ?
Me: would you have feelings towards Mr. Amar?
Fatima: What? Sorry? She said in amazement as she dropped the apple
Me: it's just a simple question,
Fatima: I think I'm going to go and lie down a bit, she said, heading towards the front door, while steering her wheels.
Did I do or say something stupid?