Chapter 7: The hour of revelations.
Description of Jacques
Tall about 1m90. Light brown eyes. Quite muscular. Freeze cut. Very well trimmed beard. Looks nice. Deep voice. He has class in his blood I think. Moroccan. According to Mima he is nervous.
** In the skin of Mr Tenor Amir Khane **
Wesh well or what? I don't think I need to introduce myself, oula? Bon azy, I'll do it again for you. Me ? Tenor Amir Khane (yes if the first name tah the beaugosse) to serve you. I'm 24 years old. I think character level you guessed right.
I like to be above so I do not accept that I can be underestimated no no. Girls issue? I'm not in. Ass plans? Very little for me. Which makes me single. Girls, that's not what's missing.
Family ? I am an only child. Otherwise Baba Bilal and Yemma Oujda are doing well Al Hamdulilah. Not much to say about them except that they are the best parents in the gueh universe. Tusiano-Algerian I have all the Maghreb in me tahu!
There is also my cousin Nasser a barje him you can not test. My sah to sah? Mrrr. Doumam's and IBH the Malian twins, one brain for two they have wallah. Never 1 without 4. This is my daily life.
12:04 p.m. in Marseille in front of Joyce's apartment
After Mademoiselle N'DAH's slap from my klewis, I remained paralyzed gueh. Already I'm in shock that she slapped me and then I realize that I insulted her grandmother Allah y rhama. But damn I couldn't know she was dead!
I watch her leave without saying anything, hand on cheek like a hmar.
At the base I had come to apologize for the insult and there I added it. But what a jerk! I think that to be forgiven I can forget. Tfuuu.
Anyway, I'm calling my guys to see if we can catch up quickly. I start with Nasser.
**Phone call**
Nasser: wesh khoya!
- Wesh my balls, good or what?
Nasser: we're here! And you ?
- Yeah, quick. Can we catch it with the Fissa guys?
Nasser: Yeah! emerges to take us in the hall to the city. You're good and we don't know how to piss you off, you can't know.
- Ok, I'm coming !
Nasser: Yeah!
** End of the phonecall **
I get in the car towards the city. Yeah I live in the city. In fact, I have the money to support the Zehma parents in a villa gueh, but they don't want to. The yemma wants to stay with her friends and the same for baba. So I remodeled the apartment as it was the best I could do. Otherwise I myself have an apartment of my own in a neighborhood tah the rich. But I squat with the rentspa.
I park in the hall, don't give a damn, it's done quickly anyway.
I get out of the car and Czech guys.
Joyce: Salam Alekum!
Them: aleikum salam!
IBH: OH FUCKING WATCH THIS!!!!
We all turn around to see the reason for his cry and what do we see? Mdrr do you see the very well-built little Renois there until they are plump? Well, that's it.
Doumam's: dude, are you serious? Wesh but she's all greasy!
IBH: -frowning- what greasy? These are called true forms! Immmmmbecile.
Doumam's: already frown your eyebrows you got the confidence tchrr badly brought up!
Us: lol!
IBH: anyway you don't know anything about it! Women are like chicken the more flesh the better.
Us: PTDDRRRR!
Mdrr they had finished us there! And know that it is the same all the time!
Joyce: lol IBH where did you get that from?
IBH: I just made the big connection between a plump chicken and a skinny chicken, what do you prefer?
Joyce: lol a plump chicken.
IBH: well, it's the same for girls!
Nasser: wesh khoya you're sure there are guys who prefer the chicks all keus!
IBH: ohh that's called a special case.
Doumam's: what? Explain, you don't even know what that particular means.
IBH: who even honked at you? I paged you? No so chuss.
Nasser: mdrr finished your explanations. Mr....
IBH: Call me Mr. Chicken. You know I went to PouletLand huh so be careful!
Joyce: ptdrrrr and PouletLand where is that?
Doumam's: it means KFC…
Heart arrest lol. I laughed so much I couldn't even breathe lol. ChickenLand he said. Namely he is 23 years old huh. I'm sure there I look like a tomato.
Joyce: pff *laugh* I can't take it anymore pff PouletLand he said *laugh*.
IBH: no, but look at me, KFC is the country of chickens, of which PouletLand I tell you that and then you yell like that. It's you orhh chickens.
Nasser: mdrr wesh IBH where did you find that Rabbi?!
IBH: it's not my fault if I have too much talent orhh.
Doumam's: look at this modesty!
IBH: I already knew that I was fashionable and stylish! You don't teach me anything.
Joyce: IBH noooo there we stop everything!
Doumam's: well you see how I suffer!
Joyce: we saw yeah.
Nasser: Briefly explains the particular case.
IBH: I was just coming here, so guys who prefer chicks all over, that's what we call a special case. Let me explain… the chicks all keus there is nothing to catch for a while, while the plump girls have so much to catch you don't even know where to start.
Nasser: lol but whatever! Me in any case I prefer the chicks all keus.
IBH: eh ayiwa continue if she sits on you and her bones sting you there you will understand and think of me.
Doumam's: lol! Looks like she has no skin.
IBH: yes yes she has but very little.
Joyce: well, we're moving towards the CC!
Them: come on!
Doumam's: moreover there are strikes. Ouch!
IBH: don't forget the bowling balls!
Joyce: lol let's go!
IBH: let's go….
Us: SHUT UP!
We have just emerged in the CC and Doumam's has already started the hunt mdrr. In fact IBH and Doumam's it really shows that they are twins except that both are overexcited.
We walked quietly towards the domac. When someone calls Doumam's.
…. : Mamadouu!
We all turn around. It's a girl band, pretty classy huh.
Doumam's: to believe you are all called Mamadou orhh.
Mrrr. He turns to the voice followed by all of us. IBH nudges me.
Him: the one in black! Doesn't it look like chicken?
Joyce: mdrr IBH stop you're going to make me have a fit.
Doumam's: wesh Ina how are you?
Ina: Yeah that's fine. Are you present?
Doumam's: I present to you my brothers...
Joyce: Tenor
IBH: Ibrahim, IBH for friends -wink-
Mdrr anything him!
Nasser: Nasser.
Ina: delighted. I present to you my sisters too..
A daughter: Madina.
Another: Leila.
Us: Enchanted.
Ina: you never told me you had a twin, huh.
Madina: yeah but IBH is bigger.
Mdrr IBH is not at all big just that he is hefty.
IBH: I'm not fat, I'm just so sexy it's overflowing.
All of us: ptdrrrr!
** In the skin of Joyce N'DAH **
11:54 p.m. in the party room.
After Mima's marriage proposal, Jacque invited him to dance, which means that I find myself alone at the table like shit. Jacque's friend gets up from his table and walks over to mine.
Him: would you grant me this dance? -he holds out his hand to me-
Joyce: Please. -I grab it-
Anyway if I had said no I would have lost since I was the one who was bored to death so I had to accept the proposal. Besides, he's not bad, he's the kind of well-groomed, well-dressed black guy, and he's really very handsome.
We head to the dance floor. Once arrived the DJ put on zouk. Here is a dance that I master to perfection. He pulled me closer to him. I put my hand on his shoulder. When he slipped his hand on my hips, I shivered. I remember that the back of my dress is open. And he has pretty cold hands. We started dancing. He put his head in my neck.
Him: I see that I am having an effect on you.
Joyce: Absolutely not your hands are just cold.
Him: I see, if not what is your first name?
Joyce: Joyce.
Him: delighted Joyce, very beautiful first name. I am Ousmane.
Joyce: Same for me.
Him: what do you do for a living?
Joyce: Wouldn't that be a pretty indiscreet question?
Him: do you have something to reproach yourself with?
Joyce: Hmmm. I'm the CEO of a luxury car sales company. You said ?
Him: ohh *laughs* excuse me Madam CEO.
Joyce: You are excused. And you, what do you do ?
Him: I am a Businessman I travel all over the world for new business.
The music stops. I walk away from him.
Him: It was a pleasure to dance with you.
Joyce: shared pleasure.
I returned to my seat. Mima and Jacque were already there.
Mima: Joyce are we going home? I'm exhausted.
Joyce: let's go.
We got up and headed for the parking lot accompanied by Jacque.
Once arrived in front of the car he gave me a kiss.
Him: sah, I'm glad to have met you Joyce, Mima kept talking to me about you. You are exactly as she described you.
Joyce: Really? Well I hope.
Him: ohh for good or bad *laugh* well when I say bad I mean all the nonsense you've done in the past.
Joyce: *laughs* Oh okay. See you very soon then.
Him: Exactly!
I got into the car and sat on the driver's side. They stayed outside for a few minutes and Mima got into the car with a smile on her face.
Joyce: she's in loveuh, she's in loveuh lol!
Mima: lol shhhhhh.
***
Saturday, 10:06 a.m. In Mima's apartment.
Joyce: Mima? Mima where are you?
Her: in the kitchen.
I join her in the kitchen. This morning I woke up with a lump in my stomach. Today is when it all has to end. All these false accusations that Sidy made against me. He's gonna be sorry because I'm not going to accept his apology.
Mima: ohh you are stressed!
Joyce: Does it show that much?
Mima: yes.
Joyce: pffft.
Mima: Don't worry, it'll be fine.
Joyce: Insh'Allah.
I sit with her and we eat together. When we're done, we tidy up the kitchen and everything. I was already dressed. I had put on ripped gray slim jeans and a long-sleeved black t-shirt. More black sandals.
Mima: it's good can we go?
Joyce: yes we are going.
***
As soon as we arrive in front of the house my stomach tightens. I take the envelope from the glove box and get out of the car. Mima takes my hand.
Mima: de-stress it looks like you're going to shit, your back is all bent.
Joyce: mdrr Mima stop.
I knock on the door. A few minutes later Sidy comes to let us in, he kisses Mima and looks at me badly. I say nothing, I walk towards the living room. Everyone is there. Madi, Amadi, Mom, Dad. I greet everyone and wait for Sidy and Mima to return. They then settle down. I get up and sit in front of the TV.
Joyce: -I'm taking a deep breath- So Mom and Dad you're probably wondering why Sidy and I aren't talking to each other anymore?
Dad: It's just a little confusion, isn't it?
Joyce: no. If I no longer speak to Sidy it is for a very specific reason.
Amadi: Joyce you don't have to say it.
Joyce: yes Amadi, I'm tired of Sidy insulting me all day long as a whore.
Mom: Sidy did you do that?
Sidy: I only told the truth.
Joyce: The truth? You told the truth huh? Did you let me explain myself once? Alright, my turn to tell the truth. Mom dad. If we don't talk anymore it's because Sidy treats me like a whore. The other day when I went out without Sidy's permission. Lady, the one you know so well came to tell Monsieur that I had gone to see a man, that I had lost my virginity a long time ago. He did not seek to hear my explanations. And he hit me. If I was hospitalized it was not because of my fall down the stairs, no. It's because of Sidy.
I open the envelope and hand him the sheet.
Joyce: I went to do a test. Yes, I am indeed VIRGO! I've never done anything with a man.
Her face crumbles.
Joyce: do you at least know why I went out that night Sidy? Hey do you know why? I went to pick up your birthday present. I had managed to get the latest car model you dreamed of. I had ordered it six months in advance. And in gratitude what did you do? You fractured six ribs. Know that from today you are no longer part of my life. Now I only have 2 brothers. I HATE YOU SIDY, I HATE YOU!!!!
He gets up and leaves, slamming the front door. I run to my old room and start crying. I let all the tears I had held back fall. Mima joins me and takes me in her arms.
Know one thing, to choose is to give up. And today I chose the truth. By renouncing a brother.
Continued in the next part!
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