Chapter 8: Joyce and Mima, the return!
Know one thing, to choose is to give up. And today I chose the truth. By renouncing a brother.
Once calmed Mima hands me a glass of water.
Mima: when you cry your face looks too Angry Bird. Plus your eyebrows are furrowing.
I burst out laughing and my snot comes out. Mima she can't take it anymore.
Mima: orhh yuck!
Joyce: you shouldn't make me laugh too no!
I get up and go blow my nose and wipe my face in the toilet. When I come back Mima is lying on my bed. I jump on it mdrr.
Her: ARRH JOYCE BOUGEEE! YOU CRUSH ME!
Joyce: *laughs* remember when we used to jump on the bed?
Her: *laughs* yeah, even one day we broke the planks of the bed lol.
Joyce: and that mom had spent a week insulting us as devil's children lol.
Her: Too many memories left.
Joyce: Yeah.
Her: By the way, how are things going with Mr I-prefer-jogging-over-suits?
Joyce: mdrr his name is Mr Tenor Amir Khane.
Her: I don't care orhh. So ?
Joyce: pff nothing interesting chai!
Her: Joyceaaaaa there.
Joyce: there's only one "a" at the end of my first name, thank you.
Her: tchrr aren't you serious?
Joyce: ok ok good listen well, I repeat not!
Her: I'm all yours.
Joyce: so already the last time he invited me to the restaurant and we got to know each other then afterwards…(I told him everything until the visit on Saturday morning)
Her: ohh you are in love!
Joyce: but anything! You are crazy! The guy he annoys me and you say I'm in love tchrr.
Her: But you still love her.
Joyce: but shut up orhh.
Her: she's in love, she's in love.
Joyce: Hey!
It ends in a pillow fight mdrr. No, don't worry, I'm not in love with Mr Khane at all. Mima she talks shit.
2:14 p.m.
With Mima we are preparing for an old-fashioned day. Before more scum than us you die. The Sheytanas we were called. But over time we calmed down.
At the same time with my three brothers and Mima's two brothers knowing that we were always together. How not to become tomboys? In short, we dress like in the photo and we go out.
Mima had picked up his car, a red Peugeot AC7. We go in and we get into some Sidiki Diabaté. A Malian singer. Get ready Parisians, the Sheytanas are coming to the fields!
Mima: how cool I feel his mother!
Joyce: lol it's because you are my dear.
Her: you trust me, I trust you ka nou lamè tchai i guèrèna sa yeehh! – Trust me by Sidiki Diabaté –
Joyce: I really like this music.
Her: i bi your dice don oh (this is for you you know oh) are you ready to heat up your Black Card?
Joyce: To even blow it up!
Her: enjoy your life bae!
We park in a parking lot and get out of the car. Each a bag in hand.
Her: Where do we start?
Joyce: Chanel.
Her: Here we go!
We go to Chanel, we do our shopping and everything. For my part I deprived myself of nothing mdrr. Mima the same. Once arrived at the checkout Mima is in front of me. He was a pretty good cashier, you have to admit.
Him: in cash or by card?
Her: by card.
She takes out the Black Card in mode you've never seen that, huh my dear? Mdrr how she showed off! When the guy saw the card you should have seen his laughing W'Allah face.
Him: Thank you for your loyalty.
Mima: Don't worry.
Mdrr she is crazy. In short, I also go to the checkout and head for the exit.
Joyce: mdrr Mima how did you abuse wesh!
Her: I only did what was necessary!
Joyce: Yeah that's short.
After we chained the shops, everything happened. In all, I spent something like €3,000, eh. In short, we sit down to McDonalds and everything. We have a bite to eat and we go out. Don't worry we have to pay. Let's move on with Mima, we're on our way to the parking lot when, in order not to change, a group of guys accosts us.
A guy: wesh ladies well or what?
Us: OK!
Him: by the way, I was wondering if you wouldn't have a doliprane because your beauty made me dizzy.
Joyce: ohww and you don't have a smecta? Because frankly you are pissing us off.
Mima: tchrr you're ugly too.
Him: you don't think you're so beautiful, huh!
Mima: I already know that I'm beautiful, you don't need to tell me again. No, I'm not ugly, otherwise you wouldn't have come to see us.
She pulls me and we leave. Once in the car we look at each other and we leave in a fit of laughter.
Joyce: *laughs* why…. Pff my belly mdrr!
Mima: lol *laugh* he…. Looks like...
Joyce: lol.
After a few minutes we stop laughing because the abs there woyi lol.
Joyce: why were you laughing?
Mima: the guy next to him wears "vens" while the brand is vans.
I swear W'Allah?
Her: W'Allah mdrr.
Joyce: PTDDRRRR!
Her: And you, why were you laughing?
Joyce: mdrr when he took off his cap I thought I saw a beaver, especially his teeth.
Her: *laughs*
She is cut off by her phone ringing since it is connected to the car she picks up. "Amadi"
Her: yes hello?
Him: Mima, are you at home there?
Her: no, I'll be home soon.
Him: okay and you're with Joyce there?
Her: yeah.
Him: ok well take you home we are waiting for you.
Mima: But...
Beep beep beep.
End of the conversation.
Mima: he hung up on me!
Joyce: I saw that yeah.
Mima: tchrr Amadi, he's too big-headed since he's the eldest. He kept baying, his head was going to explode, he was going to understand nothing.
Joyce: *laughs* why don't you tell him to his face.
Her: hmm I want a minimum of my life.
Joyce: That's right.
Amadi: How are you?
Us: very good.
Amadi: Where were you?
Joyce: somewhere.
Mima: a public place more precisely.
Amadi: did you think that was all I had to do? To play guessing games?
Mima: orhh it's fine eh we were at the mall.
Him: hum I suppose you emptied your bank accounts?
Us: huh? what are you talking about ?
We hasten to change rooms mdrr. He would freak out if we told him we had spent more than €3,000 in one afternoon.
We greet the parents in the living room. And we join the young people on the terrace. There was Amadi, Madi, Sidy, Adek and Cheikh (Mima's brothers). I greet everyone except Sidy and snuggle into Madi's arms.
Madi: how are you, little head?
Joyce: um and you?
Madi: It's fine, it's fine.
Joyce: By the way, when are you introducing your hlel to me?
Madi: don't you think the weather is nice?
Joyce: Stop it! Don't change the subject.
Madi: one of her days I'll introduce her to you when it gets serious.
Joyce: okay. You have eaten ?
Madi: yeah.
Joyce: what was it?
Madi: Chep.
Joyce: anh I want some!
Madi: go ask mama keh.
Joyce: I'm going!
Since you haul Sidy he keeps staring at me. Anyway, I get up and go looking for mom. I find her in the kitchen.
Joyce: Mom please can I have some tchep?
Mom: yes of course bring a plate.
Joyce: Thank you.
I run to get a plate. Except that despite my big size I can't catch a plate. Suddenly a hand takes a plate from me. I look up and see Sidy.
Him: well.
Joyce: Thank you.
I take the plate and leave. No, I can't forgive him. Not so easily. I have too much resentment in me. Mom serves me some tchep and I go back to settle in Madi's arms.
We spent the rest of the evening talking and laughing with cousins.
**In the skin of Mr Tenor Amir Khane**
After last night we came home slamming. In my house more precisely. This morning I woke up with a fucking headache.
I shower quickly and put on jogging bottoms, I don't know where I put my t-shirt and to tell you I don't care.
I sit down at the table with the others, a glass of doliprane in hand.
IBH: Hey Doumam, pass me a sugar there.
Doumam's: brother it's the 4th you've asked me!
IBH: Shut up! Every time I put it in it disappears. It's not my fault.
Joyce: *laughs* IBH it doesn't go away it bastard!
Him: your mother's life?
Joyce: W'Allah lol!
Him: yeah anyway I already knew, huh, I'm pretending.
Doumam's: yeah that's it. I'm sure we're not twins, have you seen how smart I am and you haven't?
IBH: in the meantime it's you you're single huh. We shared, you the intelligence and I the beauty.
Doumam's: shut up, I look like you.
Joyce: lol!
IBH: WHAT? Do you look like me? But fuck you, there's no 2 like me and that's all. Tshiip! He said he looks like me.
Doumam's: wake up it's big in 2016 and it's known that twins are alike.
IBH: shut your mouth! Not a minute ago you said it was not possible and now you say the opposite. You see, that's why you don't have a girl! You assume nothing!
Doumam's: it's you, you shut your mouth! you only attract whores. Life your girl is a whore.
IBH: tchai closes there vasy! You say she's a whore just because she didn't want to go out with you! Swear W'Allah she's a whore?
Doumam's: chrr.
IBH: So you close the door of your mouth and you throw the key deep in your ass. You disappoint me.
Doumam's: so you don't talk to me anymore?
IBH: no, if there's one thing I can't stand, and you know it, it's lying. So hello.
He gets up and goes to his room. Yeah, they all have their rooms at my house. Basically in my house there are 4 bedrooms with integrated bathrooms, a large living room, a dining room, a kitchen and a balcony.
After IBH leaves Doumam's runs his hands over his face, blowing.
Doumam's: pff I screwed up there.
Joyce: I admit. What are you going to do ?
Him: I'm going to wait a bit, if I go there right away, he's going to give me a hell of a wind.
Joyce: Yeah. But zehma what you said, is it true?
Him: Not at all. I was laughing W'Allah.
Joyce: Hmm. Where is Nasser there?
Him: this hoodlum sleeps.
Joyce: Come on, let's wake him up.
Him: asy.
We walk towards the door of the big one and we hear him talking.
Doumam's: is he talking to himself there?
Joyce: Mdrr I think.
I slowly open the door and enter followed by Doumam's.
Joyce: he speaks to himself my zeub!
Doumam's: I was told that when you talk to yourself while sleeping it's because you're talking to the sheytane.
Joyce: swear?
Doumam's: I don't know that's what I was told deh.
Joyce: why are you whispering?
Doumam's: mdrr because you're whispering.
Joyce: ahh yeah mdrr wait we listen to it.
Doumam's: hmm.
We wait a bit and Nasser starts talking again.
Him: okay? …..
Us: what?
Doumam's: shut up, he's going to burn us down.
Mrrr. You see the moments like you mustn't laugh and all but inside you died laughing? Well we were like that. Suddenly, a good idea crossed my mind. Mrrr. I don't know if you know zehma the thing we bring to the game there. Until it makes a huge noise there? Nasser he always keeps one in his belongings. And there he had put it at the bottom of his bed.
Joyce: psst Doumam's?
Him: what?
I show him the thing.
Him: mdrr vasy. Wait, I'm filming.
Joyce: Yeah.
Him: it's okay.
I take the thing and I stand next to the bed and I press on it with all my strength. YEIINNNN!!!
He gets up in a rage and runs like a madman. To believe he has Usain Bolt in his family. Since the door was closed he takes it in the face and falls stiff on the ground. Mdrr with Doumam's we died of laughing mdrr.
Nasser: weh are you serious there?
Us: PTDDRRRR!
Continued in the next part!
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