Chapter 3 Third chapter

While he was in the air, people who knew about his trip went to the airport to wait for him, especially the girls. Everyone wanted to see the prince they hadn't seen in a while. It was Tuesday, a holiday. Hortavie, Roxane and Mimie were at home watching as people jostled each other to get as close as possible to where the prince was going to pass. - ROXANE: What if we went too? No, but we're sitting here doing nothing and it's boring! - HORTAVIE: You can always go with Mimie, so I can rest my overthinking brain.

- ROXANE: You think too much because you want to think! Sorry, let's go! - HORTAVIE: I said no! In fact, I'm going to bed. Mimie was sitting on the carpet, playing with her doll... - HORTAVIE: Mimie, are you coming with Mommy? - MIMIE: No! I want to see the prince. Roxane burst out laughing until she fell to the ground. Then she carried Mimie. - ROXANE: You want to go see the Prince? - MIMIE: Yes! Hortavie was so overwhelmed that she herself started laughing. - HORTAVIE: Hahaha you two huh, I see the trick you are doing, but I am not talking. I want you to know that when I give you back, you'll see. Anyway, you win, let's go! Roxane started to dance and Mimie came down from her arms then she started to gloat saying: - MIMIE: Yippee, we're off to see the prince. Roxane with her body and her fine and big size wore a pants jean, a dismembered and a small jacket without forgetting a pair of basket. She had made a make-up which went very well with her black complexion, but slightly clearer compared to that of Hortavie who had rather opted for a black dress with white stripes and barefoot. She had left her hair short, which she had trimmed to the wind, and she had not worn any makeup. She was very cute. As for Mimie, her mother had put her in a little top and panties (pants) with ballerinas and her little backpack. She looked like Dora the Explorer, but with a very brown complexion. They took the car and went to the airport. It was so crowded that even parking was almost impossible. They were forced to park in a lot not far from the airport and continue on foot. - HORTAVIE: Gee, all these people came to see the prince? Wow! - ROXANE: Is this just anyone's guess? Anyway, we're going to see him in real life for the first time oh! - HORTAVIE: Until my child wanted to see him too! - ROXANE: Who do you think that leaves? Excuse me, let's sneak past all these people and go to the front! Isn't that right, Mimie? Mimie was so focused on opening and then closing her little bag that she had unhooked from her back, that she didn't even answer. - ROXANE: Um, now you leave me alone to talk, huh! Hortavie carried Mimie and they all snuck in until they found a good spot in front. It was 11:20 a.m. and there were 10 minutes left for the prince's plane to land. Some girls started to fix their makeup, others started to shake, to stress, to gloat, in short there was all kind of emotion. - ROXANE: I can feel how almost every girl in the country has applied! - HORTAVIE: I'm telling you! And I'm sure some of them are even in relationships. Lol! Anyway, may the best one win! I just hope we invite all of Cameroon to the wedding so I can go eat. - ROXANE: You won't need to be invited because you'll be the bride! Hortavie jumped up and looked at Roxane strangely. - HORTAVIE: You're a prophetess now, aren't you? I've already told you that men and I are finished, so stop bugging me with this story! No, but I'm serious! She got a little upset. - ROXANE: There's no need to get angry, my little sister. I won't bother you with this story anymore! - HORTAVIE: Thank you very much! They continued chatting until people started shouting "the prince is here, Pierre Abena is here". He had worn a long black coat, a black knit and dark gold leather pants. He had made a gradient and the hair in the middle of his head had formed a tuft and it was light and not hard like rubber. He had a beautiful beard that had been well trimmed. He had an indescribable beauty and charisma! He walked like a lion going on a mission. He didn't smile, but rather watched people applauding him and shouting his name, and he held out his hand to greet them. There was his mother by his side, Mama Abena, and two guards. A Bugatti came straight out of the airport parking lot to follow them... - ROXANE: Tall, mixed race, handsome, sexy, charismatic! He's not even close to us yet, but we can already smell his perfume! Hortavie, you know what? Hortavie's eyes were on him, unlike Mimie's who didn't even manage him, yet she had insisted on seeing him. She was still focused on her bag. - ROXANE: Hortavie? Hortavie? She touched Hortavie and Hortavie finally answered, but, after she flinched. - HORTAVIE: What? What is it? - ROXANE: You're here, but you're far away in your thoughts. Anyway, I was saying that the prince here will be my brother-in-law! If you want, you can get angry, but... Hortavie looked at her, but without saying anything this time! - ROXANE: Mimie, there's your future daddy over there, right? You wanted to see him, right? Now that he's here, you don't have time for him anymore? In fact, Hortavie wasn't even paying attention to what Roxane was saying. She was focused on looking at this prince who looked mysterious, because it was impossible to know what he was thinking in his head. One could not know him by looking at him. The closer he got, the more the girls became alarmed. The police had to get even stricter so they wouldn't go over the line... He finally got to where the crowd was and started greeting some people with "hello, how are you?" and a slight smile. He was on the opposite side of the row first. The girls he was greeting were getting excited and screaming with joy. They kept telling him how handsome he is and everything else. Some were even taking pictures with him. Then he moved to the other row and did the same until he arrived near Hortavie, Roxane and Mimie. Hortavie was a bit scared, because this man had a really imposing charisma. To avoid him, she lowered her head. Against all odds, Mimie said: - MIMIE: Hello Mr. Prince! And Pierre Abena stopped. He smiled broadly when he saw her. - PIERRE ABENA: How are you, my little one (touching her cheeks)? Say, what's your name? - MIMIE: My name is Lara Chloe, but they call me Mimie. This is my mother (pointing at Hortavie) and this is my auntie (pointing at Roxane). She was talking in her little baby voice and it was funny and cute at the same time. - PIERRE ABENA: Oh yes, that's right, you are very brave! Hello Mimie's mother! Hortavie felt as if her heart was going to fall into her belly. - HORTAVIE: Uh... hello sir (swallowing his saliva). She started shaking... - PIERRE ABENA: And hello Mimie's aunt (looking at Roxane). - ROXANE: Good morning, sir! Please, can we take a picture with you? - MIMIE: Please, Mr. Prince! The Prince laughed, but in a royal way of course! - PIERRE ABENA: Mimie, you are my star of the day! I'm going to take a picture with you! He took out his iPhone and stood in front of them and took a picture. - PIERRE ABENA: You'll see it on Instagram. Goodbye Mimie (touching her cheeks). - MIMIE: Goodbye Mr. Prince! He's gone to greet the others. - ROXANE: No, but I'm dreaming! ! ! He even took out his phone to take a picture with us? But he didn't do it with anyone! Hortavie was still elsewhere in his thoughts and his shaking continued. - ROXANE: Hortavie? Hortavie? What are you even thinking about? Ah, I see you're not even with me! There was a short moment of silence and then she spoke up. - HORTAVIE: Let's go home please, I don't feel well! - ROXANE: What's wrong? - HORTAVIE: I really don't know, but let's go home, please! - ROXANE: Okay! They went home. Hortavie took a Doliprane and went to bed. Roxane went to cook with Mimie. - ROXANE: There's a mom who's not feeling well. What do you want us to make for her to make her feel better? - MIMIE: Chocolate with yoghurt. Roxane laughed. - ROXANE: Go get your apron. We're going to make her a nice chocolate and yogurt cake. Okay? - MIMIE: Yes! She unhooked her apron from behind the kitchen door and Roxane helped her tie it, then together they made the cake and went to call Hortavie to come eat, but they found her crying. Roxane first took Mimie out of the room so that she wouldn't have to witness the scene. - ROXANE: Mimie, go pick out a good cartoon on TV, okay? Mimie ran to do it. Roxane went to sit next to her best friend. - ROXANE: Hortavie, what's wrong? - HORTAVIE: I don't know, I don't know! - ROXANE: Yes, yes, you do! She turned to face her friend and held her hands. That gave her confidence and she decided to talk... - HORTAVIE: I thought I saw him... - ROXANE: Who? - HORTAVIE: Daniel! - ROXANE: What do you mean? Hortavie burst into tears. Roxane took her in her arms. - ROXANE: Breathe and take your time... - HORTAVIE: He is a bit like the prince. They have a clear complexion, they are tall and very beautiful! Please, Roxane, don't talk to me about the prince anymore, I beg you! Men like that are mean, they have no heart and... She said a lot of horrible things and when she finished, Roxane wiped her tears and then asked her to listen carefully. - ROXANE: Hortavie, not all men are the same. Just because Daniel has almost the same physical characteristics as him doesn't mean he's necessarily irresponsible and mean too. Let me ask you a few questions: has Daniel sought you out since he kicked you out of his house? Has he even looked for the child? We haven't even heard from him, the guy just vanished! But, the prince came to the little Mimie. He showed her a smile that he never showed to anyone. He told her "you are my star". He took a picture with her, well we also "njotté" (enjoyed) and to top it all off, he said we're going to see it on Instagram, proof that he's going to post it... I hope you already see the difference between the two! Now come eat the cake your little princess and I made for you. Hortavie smiled, gave Roxane a hug and went to eat. She congratulated her daughter saying that she is a good baker. The day ended pretty well and the next morning, Roxane saw the photo in question on Instagram. She shared it with Hortavie and Mimie over breakfast. - ROXANE: He posted the photo and he wrote "thank you for the welcome, my little Mimie". They saw the picture and the caption. - ROXANE: We can do that and Mimie becomes a star, right? Create her Instagram account and you go and comment on it saying "thank you Mr. Prince". Haha! - HORTAVIE: Ah, that could be a good idea! You know you're the head of social media here. Excuse me, create his account, I see, and then I'll create mine too. - ROXANE: I'm finding my Hortavia! Well, let's finish eating first. They finished eating and did everything they said they would. Mimie's account was "larachloe16" and Hortavie's was "hortaviempondo". The comment was also posted...