Chapter 2 02

Chapter: 2 Sheikh Ahmed Sylla. Ramata's death had completed me destroyed from the inside. Everything was so fast that I still can't believe it. Me, who was in such a hurry to take my twins in my arms but here they are gone for good with a part of me my joie de vivre. I don't think if my life will be the same now as before. I am collapsed and completely wiped out. This piece of woman who knew how to love me despite the difficulties and the contempt of my mother that she suffered every day.

I did not know how to protect her as I blame myself, as I blame myself for having been the cause of the misfortune of this rare pearl. Since we got married, she has never had peace in her short life. I was sitting in the middle of people, staring at an empty spot when Leila and Faty came to get me out of there with a plate full of food. But how funny they are huh ... with the ball that I feel there in the throat she really thinks that I can swallow anything? No, maybe tomorrow but not today. I just buried my half and my two sons. They forced me but no way and they ended up letting go of the idea of making me eat. Ramata's aunt's cries and tears made us all turn their heads towards her direction. She lamented, cried, it looks like she was always there for Ramata during her lifetime. I really don't understand the hypocrisy of some people. Have you never been there for someone in his lifetime and you come to collapse at his funeral? Despite myself, but I still took him in my arms to calm her down. She explained how she cared about Rama when Fifi came to tell me that my uncles want to see me in mom's apartment. I got up directly and followed her to the living room. They were all settling there with other people and my brothers. I took a seat next to a man with his head bowed on his chest. He was crying so much that I thought he might be from Rama's family except that I'm not used to seeing him. My older uncle's voice pulled me out of my thoughts. My older uncle: my son. I looked up to look at him. My older uncle ( chasing ): this man sitting next to you is responsible for the death of Ramata and your children. What are you going to do with him ? Send him to prison or discuss all this calmly like real Muslims that we are seen as this situation is complex. I first fixed the gentleman in question who still had his head bowed on his torce. I wanted to look away but I noticed that he is crying hot tears. I put a hand on his shoulder and that's where he looked up to look at me. These eyes were swollen and so red that I directly looked away. Given his condition, this accident must have really collapsed him. One of my uncles: my son, says something khé. Inspector Karifa here present is only waiting for the verdict to embark the gentleman. I wanted to speak but my older brother Ousmane cut me off. Brother Ousmane ( furious ): don't even ask for it, the decision is already made. This man must be rotten behind bars, it's over there the place of a murderer. The people in the living room all supported the word of Brother Ousmane. Me, I only fix them in turn then ask me if sending this man to prison will bring me my sweet Ramata is my children. No is not it? Why send it then? My brother Oumar too spoke. He is the second of Brother Ousmane. - Brother Oumar: this man does not even deserve to live, he snatched three souls at once without scruples. My cousins and the neighbors all rose up against the gentleman, still with his head down and who did not say a word despite all the noises they made. Brother Ousmane took the collar of his shirt, pulled it from his trance and wanted to slap him but I quickly got up to grab his hand. Brother Ousmane ( red with anger ): let me kill this man with my own hands. These wealthy think they are the center of the world. They have gotten into the habit of taking the lives of the poor without anything happening. Before we take him to jail, I'll leave my loan first. Me ( calmly ): but brother, if you hit or kill this man, will it bring my wife back is my sons ? No is not it. Sltp releases his collars, he did nothing it was just Ramata time that arrived. None of us here is immortal. Whether this man is persecuting Ramata tonight or not if God had decided that she will die with my two children that very night then she will die. No one can oppose the divine will. He did nothing and I forgive him wholeheartedly. It was just an accident and it can happen to you and me. Sorry if I offended someone in what I said. Brother Ousmane totally disoriented to release the collars of the man and he came to throw himself into my crying arms. The man with the voice that is hardly expected surely due to his tears. Man: you forgive me despite the fact that I snatched your wife and two sons from you who were impatiently waiting for you? Me: it's the will of God uncle. Calm down please. Who am I for you judge if the creator has taken back what belongs to him? Man: thank you my son, I have never seen such a lenient man like you. To damage a quarter of this big loss, sltp accepts the hand of my one and only daughter. Me ( turning my back ): I forgive you with all my heart uncle, have peace of mind. I really don't mind remarrying here now. Let me first digest the death of my wife and children. Man: if you really forgive me as you say my son, sltp accepts my daughter's hand otherwise I will die of guilt. My daughter is the apple of my eye, she is everything to me. I turned to my uncles who stared at us all with compassionate eyes. I took the two hands of the man in mine. -Me: okay if it can help ease your conscience. But know that I will never be able to love or make another woman happy except my Ramata Sow. She was also everything to me. If you insisted that I marry your daughter, know that you will make her unhappy for the rest of her life. Man: whatever, thank you very much for accepting my daughter. A person like you will never be able to harm a person, moreover, his wife. My older uncle: we are also sincerely sorry to have judged you without knowing you. You have really proven to us through your gesture that you are a good and mature person. Other rich people in your place will offer money instead of their only child. If you offered us money as damage, we will certainly have taken this for disrespect. You made a good choice by giving your daughter your hand to Sheikh Ahmed Kane. He is truly a good person and will know over time to make your daughter happy. Man: that I am sure and certain. Thank you very much to you too. Is there an imam present here, I want the marriage to be sealed now. Imam Yousouf ( a neighbor ): as I am touched by all this. My son Cheikh, I also knew you were mature but not to that extent. You proved to me today how good you are. May God bless your union and may the soul of your late wife and children rest in peace. The virtuous is the one who leaves everything in the hands of God. I am the imam of the neighborhood, I will seal this union. This is how I found myself again married to a stranger. How unpredictable this life is, who would have thought that I Cheikh will lose my half in the night and remarry me the next day? It's incredible but true. On the side of Almaty Kane. A new day had just risen ... as I am not in court, I decided to surprise my love baby. As it is the weekend, Maria will not come to work, I get up from my bed and then run for a quick shower. I opted for a black Jean and a high not very low-cut. I made up slightly and then lifted my hair into a bun. Satisfied with my look, I stuffed the necessary in my purse, wear my shoes then sprinkle myself with the perfume before grabbing my keys to put on the dressing table. I climbed quickly in my car towards my little heart. Half an hour's journey, I finally arrived. I park near the other cars and then rush into the elevator to his apartment. I took out the key he had given me and then put it in the lock. He was sitting in the living room, all the attention to his game show. I approached slowly and came to embrace it behind by placing kisses on its cheeks. He smiled at me with all his teeth and pulled me on his lap. KHalil ( caressing my back ): what a pleasant surprise ? I didn't expect to see you here today. - Me ( passing my arms on his neck ): didn't you like my surprise? -Khalil ( capturing my lips ): but of course, you have no idea how much my heart swells with love every time I see you. I love you. Me ( smile ): me even more. I'm just crazy about you. You had lunch ? Khalil: not yet, if you want I will have us delivered for food. Me ( getting up ): it's not worth it, it's the weekend let me cook some quick darling. Khalil: as you know prepared. Me: are you testing me? Khalil: no, but I'm afraid you will poison us since you never cook at home. Me: okay, let me prove you wrong then. I ran to prepare us to omit it and pancake in the kitchen. Truth be told, these are the only things I can cook Hein. Once finished, we went to the table. Khalil: the exam is preparing ? Does he ask me cutting a piece. Me: not really. Khalil: are you kidding I hope ? This is the exam that only prevents us from getting married and you tell me that you are not preparing it. Don't do that sltp my love, you don't know how I can't wait to finally have you so I can make love to you the way I want. Me ( laugh ): pervert. Yeah, I'm preparing it as little as I can huh. Khalil ( staring into my eyes ): how I can't wait to make you my wife. Me ( kissing his lips ): no more than me my love. We will be for good together in a few weeks. Khalil: I hope so. Uncle, did he have a good trip I hope? Me ( taking my phone on the table ): repeat that again love, since yesterday I have not had this news. I'm going to retry his number again. I launched the call and this time his number rang several times before he picked up. His voice was low, you can barely hear it. Me ( worried ): how are you dad? Him: yes, it's going very well my princess. How are you? Me ( relieved ): I'm doing great except I miss you. Hello Khalil. Him: tell him I salute him. Almaty Kane, I want you to be in Guinea after tomorrow. Me ( laugh ): that I am in guinea after tomorrow dad ? But it's a joke isn't it ? For the exam I have done so much will start next week. Him ( your dry ): I tell you to be there after tomorrow is understood? Me: but dad, what's going on? Him: nothing, just there after tomorrow and it's an order. He said dryly before hanging up on me. I fixed Khalil with my mouth complement between open. Khalil: how are you darling? Me ( bursting in sob ): tell me it's not true ... my father wants me to come back in guinea a week from my exam. Who changed Khalil ? He who wanted me so much to pass this exam. Khalil: don't be so darling, if he tells you to come home so quickly what he has his reasons for. Me: I have a bad feeling Khalil, and if my father and dying or ... Khalil ( taking me in his arms ): stop thinking about that my heart. I cried in Khalil's arms until I could do more. Tired, he took me home since I didn't have the strength to drive. He bought my internet ticket which was scheduled for the next day at 6 a.m. I really don't understand what's going on. I called my friends for the say goodbye you never know even if part of me is defiling me that I will be back soon. The next day at 4:30 am Khalil picked me up to take me to the airport. The tears of an angel.