Chapter 02

Wake up earlier than usual. So I decided to read one of my favorite books.

I went downstairs to help my mother make breakfast. A pearl, I assure you We had breakfast in joy and good humor, then my father and my brothers went down in turn, and we ate, once again in joy and good humor.

●My daughter, what are you doing today? My father asked me.

●Dad, after work I go straight home, don't worry.

●OK. Have a good day my daughter.

●Thanks to you as well

I kissed everyone, grabbed my bag, and quickly went to work.

Arrived, I greeted everyone and went to my office, to start my hard work. Some time later, Hawa appeared with a blissful smile. Like every morning, I want to say. She passed me the salam and left my office as she had appeared.

After he left, I couldn't help but laugh about it, like every morning. I then resumed my work, my nose immersed in the files.

Today is Wednesday, and who says Wednesday says extreme work day, and return at six o'clock.

At half past twelve, Hawa came to pick me up for lunch. We then went to a restaurant, near our building. Our orders placed, we started to discuss.

●So Afsa, what have you been saying since yesterday?

●As you can see, always so smiling

Our orders arrived, and we attacked them with vivacity. You should know that we are not friends for nothing. Real stomachs on legs, both

●How I like this dish, says Hawa. I would dream of marrying him.

●Speak for yourself. I would like to have small children with mine.

OK, I admit, we're a little crazy, but she is more crazy than me.

●Don't steal my idea, you dirty copious!

●But of course. Yesterday, I was the one who brought up the subject, don't exchange roles.

After lunch, we went back to the office to become more familiar with the files. It was already six o'clock when I finished my work. Hawa came back to my office to inform me that she was leaving, and I followed her shortly after tidying up my desk

On the road, there was a monster traffic jam, so I got home around eight o'clock, waiting for me? Sorry for a lot of taps from my mother.

Think again: it's not because I'm twenty-three years old that my mother doesn't hit me anymore. She even told me that at thirty, if I'm still not married, she will still slap me (you should know that even married she continues to hit me)

I say my last wishes before pushing the door and, unsurprisingly, she was waiting for me with the tap in her hand.

●Dear mom, how I missed you, I say mimicking a hug.

●So, which part do you prefer? The back, buttocks, feet or arms?

At the same time, my father was passing by.

●Wait, don't you think she's past the age?

●You never pass the age for a slap coming from your mother.

I took advantage of this moment of inattention to sneak behind my father.

●What are you doing there? My mother exclaimed. Wait for me to catch you, you'll see, it will be you and me in the kitchen.

Then she left. My father looked at me for a moment and burst out laughing, followed by me.

●I would have done my best.

●Don't worry, I sneered.

●What took you so long?

●As you can see, today is Wednesday. And the traffic jams in addition, imagine.

●Go explain to him, then.

●Thank you, I smile at him.

He kissed me on the forehead, and I went to the kitchen. I stopped at the doorstep and watched her do her housework. She is so sweet, we would think she is fragile when she is the strongest woman I have known during my twenty-three years of existence. 《Heaven is under the feet of our mothers》

Without noticing it, I began to smile at this thought.

●What do you have to smile on your own, like that?

●Nothing, I'm just thinking of you, I smile.

●Tchip, you won't have me like that.

●I'm sorry mom, I should have warned you. I know, I didn't think about it because of the traffic jams, sorry. Do you forgive me? I asked him with a baby pout.

●Oh, it's okay, she smiles. Now, go change and come help me. It's not your beautiful words that will feed us, eh.

We started laughing. I went up to change to help her and, by the way, I hung out a little with my brothers, so once back she scolded me. We don't change good habits

Then we went to the table to eat the good dishes prepared by my mother. With my help of course, just to tell you. She is the best cook

Then I picked up and cleaned the dishes. Alone, it must be specified. And I sat with everyone in the living room to watch a movie.

At one point, I turned my head and saw a spectacle that I would never get tired of: my mother had her head on my father's chest, and he had her hand on his waist. Even after thirty years of marriage, their love is still as strong, unique and they are fulfilled. I would dream of a wedding like my parents', but don't dream too much. May Allah put the baraka in their love.

We all went to sleep after all. Tomorrow is another day.

The next day, I got up late, so I hurried as best I could. My mother had already finished breakfast, so I hurried to just make the orange juice. My father had left early for work because of an emergency.

My brothers went down, and we ate breakfast. I went in a hurry by car but, no bowl, I had forgotten to fill the tank. So I waited for Oumar, my big brother, to come and drop me off at work.

Once I arrived, I hurried to kiss her on the cheek and went back into my office, before receiving the wrath of my best friend. But as soon as I entered my office, I saw her, on my seat, waiting for me with her arms crossed, her nose rolled up and her eyebrows furrowed.

●Hello

●So, madam takes all her time.

●I am sincerely sorry. I got up late, plus I had no more fuel, so it was Oumar who accompanied me. Are you angry? I asked her, pouting.

●OK, it's okay, she said, laughing out loud.

●Do you see? You love me too much.

●If believing it allows you to live...

In fact, it's a phrase that we often say to ourselves, to make like And then, a new day of work began.