Chapter 9: Good things always come to an end.
Nasser: Wesh but are you serious there?
Us: PTDDRRRR!
He gets up and glares at us.
Doumam's: hop the Kalashnikov!
Joyce: lol.
Nasser: eh W'Allah I don't know what to do with you the life of iom. How old do you think you are? Tenor you are 24 years old and Doumam's you are 22 more zeubi….
Doumam's: objection your honor! Correction, I already have 23. Tchrr. I'm older than you man!
Nasser: Damn I don't know what to do with you W'Allah. I don't know.
Doumam's: start by controlling your zeub already. I know that I attract you but let's not abuse either.
Ehh yes all this time Mr was talking to us while he was in boxers quiet lol. We lower our eyes at the same time to the thing. He had the bar mdrr. Morning stuff.
Nasser: Hey you know what, get out! GO AWAY ! There is even more hechouma.
We leave his room and we Czech.
Joyce: Go talk to IBH there, right? I'm sure he's calmed down.
Doumam's: no, I have a better idea. I'm going to call his girl to come see him. Because normally there they are cold.
Joyce: How do you know all that?
Doumam's: Basically his girl was my tipeu wesh, the sister I never had. And tahu IBH is a real bastard with girls so brother or not brother I didn't want him to be with her. This girl is a rare pearl, I don't want it to end badly. I know she won't take it.
Joyce: Oh yeah hot. But don't you think he's changed zehma since he's been with her? He is much more laid back wesh.
Doumam's: hum. Yeah I saw but… well, I'm going to call him.
He goes out onto the balcony, his phone in hand. Speaking of phone mine rings. Yema.
*Phone call*
Joyce: hello sbah el kheir yemma.
Yemma: would el hram! Don't call me yemma. It's been 2 days you don't come home anymore!
Joyce: smehli yemma W'Allah I will come tomorrow.
Yemma: tfouu all the time smehli, smehli orhh ya ni fed up!
Joyce: mdrr sah yemma I'm sorry.
Yemma: if you don't come tomorrow, I'll cut your head off! El kelb.
Joyce: mdrr it's good I'm coming.
Yemma: Alright. Otherwise labess?
Joyce: Al Hamdulilah and you?
Yemma: Al-Hamdulilah.
Joyce: Baba, how are you?
Yemma: Wow he's fine too. By the way tell me Amir?
Joyce: yes?
Yemma: when are you presenting me with your hlel hum? You know I am getting old and I want little children.
Joyce: I have no hlel me. Don't worry you will soon have grandchildren.
Yemma: bon beslema (goodbye) wouldi Fatima came to pick me up. Take care.
Joyce: beslema yemma. Yes.
*End of the phonecall*
Meanwhile Nasser had come to eat with me. Doumam's too had finished.
Joyce: Is that fixed?
Doumam's: yeah that's it, it's coming.
Nasser: who?
Doumam's: the go to IBH.
Nasser: Ahh okay.
Joyce: when she comes we bar?
Doumam's: it's better yeah we leave them alone.
Nasser: Insh'Allah they're not giving us babies.
Joyce: Insh'Allah.
Doumam's: but you get along there lol.
We all leave to get ready to go out. I kept it simple, I put on black pants, a white shirt and my black Stan Smiths. Perfume and it's good. I join them in the living room. It rings at the door.
Joyce: I'm going!
I open the door and I see a girl. Surely the go to IBH. He tastes the bastard mdrr.
Joyce: Salem.
Her: hello.
Joyce: Tenor. -I hold out my hand-
Her: Keicha. -she shakes my hand-
I let her in and I go to call IBH.
Knock Knock knock.
Him: yeah?
I enter.
Joyce: bring your wife back to the living room.
Him: huh? Keicha is there?
Joyce: If I tell you. And hurry up or else Nasser will steal it from you.
Him: I'm coming.
I walk out of her bedroom and into the living room.
Nasser: is he coming?
Joyce: Yeah.
Doumam's: I find it difficult to get used to it. My brother and you.
Keïcha: I'm no longer your tipeu but your sister-in-law, you should be happy.
Doumam's: like you already see yourself married to him what?
She lowers her eyes, blushing.
Doumam's: lol good luck.
IBH enters the living room. He greets everyone and sits on the técô.
We get up heading for the door.
Joyce: Well, we'll leave you.
Doumam's: we leave you with your darling coco.
Joyce: lol.
Nasser: Please don't make babies now, I'm too young to be an uncle.
IBH: mdrr get out yeah!
We get out and walk to my car.
Joyce: Where are we going?
Nasser: come on, shall we go to the Greek?
Doumam's: asy! I'm breaking the slab.
Joyce: Don't you have holes in your stomach? You just ate.
Doumam's: it's not the same.
Brief direction the Greek.
• In the shoes of Joyce N'DAH*
I've been in Paris for almost a week now and just mom stuffing me with food I'm sure that at the stage where I'm at the balance will want more of me lol. The worst thing is that all the fat ends up in my breasts and buttocks. Nothing but it's for my jeans...
11:34 p.m.
I was sitting on a deckchair in the garden, blanket over me and hot chocolate in my hands. Lost in my thoughts. Before with Sidy we loved coming here to talk for hours about our future. I miss him but a matter of pride I will not reconsider my decision.
…: are you still not sleeping?
I turn around and see Sidy coming towards me. Hey when we talk about the wolf!
Joyce: no.
He pulls out a deckchair and sticks it to mine. He sits on it and says nothing. He ended up breaking the silence.
Him: Doesn't this situation bother you?
Joyce: I am not the fault.
Him: I'm really mad at myself, you know, to say that she tried to separate a brother and a sister.
Joyce: She didn't try, she did. I didn't think you were so naive.
Him: she turned my brain.
Joyce: Keep your excuses to yourself. I do not want it.
Him: Joyce…I'm really sorry. I should never have acted like this.
Joyce: What's done is done. You hit me for no reason and you said words that I will surely never forget.
Him: I know. Joyce I'm really sorry. I love you too much to lose you so easily.
Although I want to forgive him, my heart doesn't want to. I don't want to tell him but I really want him to hug me. I burst into tears. He takes me in his arms.
Him: shhhh Joyce calm down.
He lays my head on his chest and strokes my hair.
Him: I feel bad for having made my sister suffer. Limit I hate myself. I don't even deserve your forgiveness.
Joyce: I forgive you.
Him: yeah… WHAT!? You forgive me ?
Joyce: *laughs* yes I forgive you you crazy.
He gives me lots of kisses all over my face.
Him: pff I'm redone. Where am I crazy from, huh? Me, am I crazy?
He crushed his fist on my skull.
Him: your head looks like a bicycle handlebar.
Joyce: Oh yeah? Your ugly skull looks like Chiper the fox in Dora can you talk?
Him: lol your head is so long it looks like a tube of toothpaste.
Joyce: tchrr that's it yeah your head is so crushed it looks like a plasma screen.
Him: ouchh you I'm sure the angel who created you he was in such a hurry that he didn't even draw your face well, as soon as he finished your direct body he left. That's why your nose is also missed oh.
Joyce: you want to talk ah? Me at least he gave me teeth oh you he totally zapped them. Mrrr.
Sidy he has beautiful teeth now but before it was a big mess mdrr his teeth were going all over the place.
Sidy: PTDRRRR shut up it's better. Lulu Vroomette.
Joyce: Shut up! Chrr.
One day mom made me quilts and since then Sidy hasn't called me that. He traumatized me with that I swear. For those who don't know Lulu Vroumette is a green turtle with 2 duvets and who runs super fast lol. O té Lulu Vroumette yé oh chrr.
2:00 p.m.
I return to Marseille today, there we are all in front of the door, my suitcases are already in the trunk. I say goodbye.
Mom: ayiwa come back as soon as possible huh! Don't wait another 2 years.
Joyce: Don't worry. I'll be back in a month.
Dad: Joyce is taking good care of you. And next time bring me a son-in-law.
Amadi: W'Allah mdrr you are getting old!
Madi: Joyce, don't worry if you come back and you don't have a husband, I'll marry you.
Joyce: There you go! Sidy you say nothing?
Mima: he has no hlel, that's why he keeps a low profile lol.
Sidy: lol shut up.
Dad: If you can't find a wife, I'll bring a cousin from the village and we'll have the wedding the same day.
Sidy: yeeeeh tchai dad respect me saa a cousin from bled what!
Dad: yiebe! Are you standing up to me? Tchurr your malformed body goes.
Mom: you two there look like dog and cat abaaa you should get married I tell you.
Mima: Would Tantie Amira be jealous?
Mom: humhum me jealous? Of what even?
Dad: you're jealous even deh. Beaugoss that I am.
All of us: ptdrrrr.
Joyce: OK, I'm leaving.
I give a hug and kisses to everyone.
Mima: we call each other.
Joyce: Don't even worry.
I get in my car, say a last hello with my hands. Here we go.
After 3 hours of driving, I finally arrive at my destination. I park my car in front of the house and get my suitcases out of the trunk. I put them all in my room, close the front door and collapse
In my bed.
A very eventful week awaits me.
Continued in the next part!
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