Chapter eleven

Moha, as surprised as he could be and perhaps even more so, took a long time to assimilate the information and when he finally did, he left the bed like a tornado to go and take Fa'Bintou in his arms, spinning her around in the air. Ibra, who was standing aside, had his right hand on his temple, more concerned about the repercussions of Fa'Bintou's mistake than the moving scene that was unfolding before his eyes.

_ It's true, isn't it? Moha asked Fa'Bintou once he had put him down, having realized that it could well be a lie to make him react.

_ .... (She, on the other hand, did not know what to say. She turned to Ibra and asked for his help)

_ Since you've already put yourself in the sauce, you might as well go all the way, she could read his lips.

She wanted to glare at him, but realizing that he was right, she decided to take his advice.