WORDS OF THE HEART
***Chapter 8***
BELVIDA
To see Fernando and this princess in this state on the bed, let me believe that not only they fall in love to my exit, but also that it is not their first time. It broke my heart and if I stayed there watching them, I would risk having an infactus. So I decided to leave. So I ran across the courtyard without even paying attention to anybody and I went out of that house. Behind me I could hear Fernando's voice shouting my name, but I didn't want to wait, because it was obvious that he would try to explain himself to justify his act. No, I mustn't listen to him telling me lies. Fortunately I saw a cab and I signaled it to stop. And without even negotiating with the driver, I got in and ordered him to start the car at the risk of being bothered by Fernando. And as soon as the car started, I turned my gaze to the back windshield and saw Fernando running after me, shouting my name more and more, but overcome by tiredness, he stopped after a few meters of marathon and then he looked at the cab going away little by little until I lost sight of him completely, before sitting down on the back seat, where I am alone. So with the palm of my hand I cleaned my face stained with tears. In front of me was the driver and then an old man at his side who from time to time turned his gaze towards me.
And since I didn't say anything he finally broke the silence.
Him: my daughter, are you ok?
Me: hum
Him: it seems that you have slept badly.
Me: ....
The driver (addressing him): hahaha are you clairvoyant?
Him: no, but my eyes see better than those of the sighted.
The driver: so much the better. Young lady, tell me where I have to drop you off.
Me: at the next boulevard on the right.
Then I started to think about what I had just seen. I thought that the situation that Fernando and I were going through would end up being better, but I see that I was deluding myself because it is getting worse and worse. I finally see that my father is right. I'd better forget Fernando once and for all and give Sylvain a chance. Besides, my father wants to meet him. He is charming after all and I don't feel anything for him but I tell myself that with time I will learn to love him. The only problem I have to solve before this project is a success is my pregnancy. I had thought of telling Fernando, but now he is already having sex with the princess. And whether I like it or not, I have to admit that princes are made for princesses. So a poor girl like me has no future with a prince.
The car stopped. Then I got out and asked the driver for the amount I owed him but apparently the good samaritan told me to leave it.
The old man: no, leave it, girl. I'll take care of it.
Me: Thank you sir.
And before the car started he handed me his business card, behind which he slipped a five thousand franc bill. I really didn't know what to say to him. I accepted everything he gave me and the cab left. As for me, I crossed the road to go to the Peace and Love restaurant where I work. Apparently the others had not come yet. I saw only Odette, a waitress, cleaning the place and in the hall there was a well dressed young man sleeping with his head on a table. I asked Odette who he was but I didn't get a satisfactory answer. Then after a few minutes the stranger woke up.
Me: good morning sir.
Him: good morning miss.
Me: I hope I didn't wake you up!
Him (looking at his watch): no tou didn't wake me up. Jo woke me up.
Me (surprised):...
What an accent! Weird. He must be a foreigner. Then he got up and before leaving he spoke to me.
Him: What is your name?
Me: Belvida.
Him: you know that you are very beautiful?
Me: ah thank you very much sir.
Him: you can call me Alexis.
Me: Nice to meet you.
Him: when Gildas went out, tell him that I have left.
Me: I heard. I will pass it on to him.
He started his car and left when Gil appears about thirty minutes after the other employees have come.
Gil: Hi Belvida, how are you?
Me: ....
Him: Is there a problem again?
I just burst into tears and he hugged me and patted me lightly on the back.
Me: sniff sniff...
He: It's okay, don't cry anymore. Crying has never solved a problem, you know. I have to tell you something but first I want you to tell me what's wrong.
So I told him about the disaster I had just experienced this morning and in detail.
Him: hihihihi
Me (surprised): what? It makes you laugh, right?
Him: I'm sorry but I find it rather funny.
Me: Funny? What is funny about it?
Him: By the way, you are worried about nothing. You just said that the princess was not naked. And seeing them on the bed doesn't mean anything. If you want my opinion, I advise you to go and listen to what the prince wanted to tell you.
Me: Hmm.
Him: didn't you see someone sleeping here when you arrived?
Me: Yes, with a particular accent, right?
Him: exactly. Well I inform you that he is the brother of your rival princess.
Me: Oh well!
Him: and that's not all. You are not safe you know?
Me: How?
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OLIVIER
I am Olivier, a permanent government employee who retired a few months ago. I am fifty four years old. I am married to Borisse an exceptional woman only that she is very jealous. And I will not say that she is completely wrong because I adore passionately the young girls and it is what makes me always young besides. Last night I left my car in the garage and it broke down. This morning, while I have an appointment with a girl I met a few days ago, I lied to Borisse, my wife, that I have to travel to Lome to assist a very sick friend and to come back tonight or tomorrow. So I took a cab that stopped afterwards for a young girl to get on board. I first looked in the rearview mirror at a man running behind the car that we later lost sight of. I bet it was the girl on board that he wanted to see. I then turned my gaze to her who is wiping the corners of her tear-stained eyes with the palms of her hands. And from time to time I glance at her place which looks depressed. Who would have made such a beautiful girl cry? It wouldn't be the young man who was running behind the car by any chance? So I decided to sympathize with her but I find her rather reserved.
Me: young lady, are you ok?
She:...
Me: it looks like you didn't sleep a wink all night.
The driver: are you a clairvoyant?
Me: no, but I see things that psychics can never see.
Her: hmm
But as soon as she was about to get out of the cab, I gave her my business card and told her to call me, then the car started to drop me off at the garage where I got mine back before going to pick up the one I had an appointment with. I took her to the hotel where I usually book rooms. We gave ourselves to nothing but carnal pleasure interspersed with meals and this until the night.
Me: honey
Girl: yes honey.
Me: how did you find me?
Her: you are just adorable.
Me: if you stay good, I will change your life.
Her: don't worry honey. Just trust me.
I kissed her affectionately again and then picked up the phone and called the hotel's catering department to bring me a box of canned drinks with pizza and a hot soup. Then I apologized to my princess for wanting to head to the bathroom when the doorbell rang.
Me: honey please go open and get the food I'm going to take a quick shower and I'll be right back.
Her: Right away.
She got up while I went into the bathroom and I hear her screaming dangerously.
She: oh help! Sorry, let me go.
But it sounds like she is being attacked by someone. I quickly tied a towel and ran to the room to see my wife torturing my mistress. Wow I hadn't thought of that.
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GILDAS
This is the young man who was sleeping in the restaurant when I left, and now I see him here about to enter the palace. He lowers the windows of his car and sticks his head out at me.
He: ah what are you doing here?
I came to deliver a meal ordered by the princess. And you? What are you doing here?
Him: This is my place
Me: Oh well!
Him: yes, I am the son of the king.
Me (surprised): So you are a prince! The brother of the princess?
Him: yes, you really understood.
He came back with his car when I started my motorcycle and then I went to the already busy restaurant when I found Belvida still in the same state as last time. It seems that she still has problems with her prince. I approached her.
Me: Hi Belvida how are you?
Unlike any other answer I expected, Belvida burst into tears. So I hugged her and patted her lightly on the back.
Me: Calm down and tell me what's wrong.
She told me once again about her jealousy fits that she had caught the prince and the princess, in short she told me everything that was on her heart. And after having comforted her, I first told her about Alexis who is the brother of her rival princess.
She: ah well!
Me: Yes and that's not all.
She: what else?
Me: the other time the gentleman with whom you were sitting here...
She: Sylvain?
Me: Yes. Well, he had poisoned your meal.
Her: That's not true. He's a very cool guy. And besides, tell me why I didn't get anything? You just made all that up because I know you don't like him.
Me: not even close. I changed your dish during the fight I had last time.
So I explained to him in detail everything that had happened with Sylvain.
Her: And why would he do such a thing?
Me: Good question. Well, Sylvain is the guard of the princess Luna.
She (surprised): How????
Me: You heard me right. And the princess had sent him to kill you so that the prince would be hers alone.
She: hum if it is so, Fernando has not done anything with the princess then!
Me: it is very probable.
Belvida did not believe in it, but she promised to me to be careful with the strangers from now on and on my side I promised to watch over her. For this purpose I told her that for her safety I would drop her off at her house every night from that day on, which she approved. And in the evening I left to make a delivery and told Belvida to wait for me.
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BORISSE
I am Borisse, the wife of Mr. Olivier. We have been legally married for more than a decade but Olivier is a man very attached to young girls. I have heard the rumors several times but I have always played deaf and blind but it is becoming more and more annoying. He has always told me that I am beautiful, I am sexy, I am sweet, yada yada yada and I still don't understand why he leads a life of debauchery. I received an anonymous message last night before he came back from who knows what that said: "Madam your husband has just booked a place at our hotel. And he is planning to spend the night there with one of his mistresses" I did not react and remained rather indifferent to his return.
Me: honey are you back already?
Him: yes.
Me: Can I know where you come from?
Him: Why do you ask? Don't tell me that you are watching me!
Me: not at all!
Him: hum I inform you that tomorrow I travel to Lome.
Me: Oh well! What for?
Him (ironic): always with your jealousy scenes, isn't it?
Me: no, just that I am worried about you?
Him: Oh yes? Why?
Me: I don't want anything bad to happen to you.
Him: oh my heart don't worry. Everything will be fine.
Me (kissing him): okay darling
Him: well I was saying that I have to travel to Lome because I have a friend there who is very indisposed. And I'll be back the day after tomorrow.
Me: ok but where is your car?
Him: I left it at the garage.
I accepted everything he said even if I had other ideas in the back of my mind. And in the night when we went to bed, I did everything to make him make love to me but he refused under the pretext that he was tired. I insisted but still nothing. And all this only confirms my doubts about him because since he started his life of debauchery, he does not like to touch me anymore. Then in the early morning, he got ready and left in a cab but since I know the hotel, I will go and check if it's true what the message said. And in the evening, I got ready in my turn by taking my car to the hotel which I parked in front of. Then I went inside to ask for information but the receptionist refused to help me.
Him: sorry madam but I can't tell you anything.
Me: hmmm
Him: If you have his number, you can call him and he will come and get you himself.
I was standing there thinking when he received a call from a customer asking for pizza and hot soup. I first analyzed the voice on the other end of the line, which sounded a bit like my husband's and moreover, it was his favorite food that this idiot who refuses to help me just mentioned. That it doesn't to give me the number of the room, to say it to his collaborators.
He: hey we ask for pizza more spicy soup in room one hundred and two. That's interesting. I followed the waitress then arrived in front of the room one hundred and two, I spidered her the ordered meal by telling her that it is for my husband. So she left me when I rang the doorbell and a young girl opened the door. It can only be the lover of my husband because I smelled the perfume of the latter when the door is opened. I first poured the soup on her face and she started to scream her eyes out. And in a second time I jumped on this thief of husband by striking it everywhere before my Don Juan of husband makes appear the end of his nose.
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To be continued....