chapitre 11: « Melda,i'm sorry !»

In a small café, the atmosphere was both warm and lively. Elsa had just arrived, slightly out of breath, and she sat down across from Melda, who was leisurely sipping her drink.

"Melda, I'm sorry, I'm a bit late!" Elsa apologized with a smile.

Melda looked up at her, visibly surprised. "Who are you?" she retorted, her face expressionless.

"Are you sick? Or did you catch some serious illness that's making you lose your memory? Or did your aunt hit you so hard that your head couldn't take it or…" Elsa inquired, her cheerful tone betraying a hint of concern.

"Enough! I already know who you are, so please stop! Why do you always talk too much? Honestly, it feels like I'm always being punished listening to you talk like this. What did I really do in my past life to deserve all this?" Melda cut off Elsa's ramblings.

"Don't ask that again or you'll feel very guilty!" Elsa replied while laughing.

Melda changed the subject with curiosity. "But where did you find that dress? Looking at its style, it doesn't look cheap at all. Am I wrong? And where were you yesterday? I waited for you at the hospital with Cinah but you didn't come, so I went home! And when I came in the morning, they told me you had already left. Where to?"

"To my job!" Elsa answered with a smile.

Melda raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Job? Because you're working now? Since when?"

"Yes, you probably won't believe it but I found a job that's going to be even more amazing for you."

"And what is it?" Melda asked impatiently.

Elsa leaned slightly forward and gestured to show the sparkling diamond ring she wore on her finger. "Don't you notice anything strange about me?"

Melda stared at Elsa's hand in disbelief. "Did you become a prostitute or something?" she blurted out without even noticing the ring at first.

"Where did that scary thought come from?" Elsa exclaimed, shocked.

Melda sighed in relief. "Phew! Thank God! There's nothing strange about you except for those clothes... sick and... A RING?"

Elsa burst out laughing. "Well spotted! I got married!"

Melda, surprised, spat out everything she had drunk in a choked reaction. "Cough! Cough! What? Since when? With whom?"

"With someone I barely know. He's super handsome and kind of cool!" Elsa replied enthusiastically.

"Is this a joke?" Melda asked, unable to hide her shock.

"Stop making that face! And yes, I'm serious."

Melda was stunned. She and Elsa had been friends for a long time since they met in college. She could never have imagined that one day her friend would get married when she had always claimed to hate romantic relationships and considered marriage as a chain that restricts freedom.

Her gaze at Elsa already revealed her astonishment at this incredible revelation.

"... I hope this is a joke!" she finally said with a mischievous smile ready to burst as she crumpled the juice box she was holding in her hand.

Elsa raised her hands in a defensive gesture. "Don't look at me like that, please! Wait, I'm going to tell you everything."

Elsa settled comfortably, ready to confide in her friend Melda. She took a deep breath before starting her story.

"You won't believe it," she said with a mix of excitement and apprehension. "I met a man recently, and it turns out we decided to get married!"

Melda, intrigued, gestured for her to continue. Elsa went on to recount the details of the contract she had signed with this man she barely knew. Every word she spoke revealed the magnitude of this bold decision.

Elsa settled comfortably and began to tell her story.She spoke of the emotions that had overwhelmed her during this unexpected encounter, the promises exchanged. Elsa's words took shape like a living painting, captivating Melda's attention, who couldn't help but be very surprised as she listened to her friend's madness.