The cries of an Angel

My name is Almaty Kane but my loved ones simply call me Alma. I'll be 22 in a few hours Incha'allah. I come from a really wealthy family and is the only daughter. On my mother's side, I cannot tell you more since I lost it from birth. It was my father who took responsibility for filling both sides in my life. It never allowed me to feel this emptiness even if it is almost impossible for a child not to feel the lack of maternal warmth.

I would like it to still be there for me but alas who can against the will of God? I am my father's apple, he spoils me like not allowed but never jokes about my education. He taught me good manners even if I am the only child. My father always wanted me to become a great lawyer and to tell the truth I also like this option. After obtaining my Baccalaureate which I succeeded with honors as a gift for my great success, he decided to send me to follow the rest of my studies in France. I've been living in this really cool city for two years now. I ended up meeting wonderful friends who are like my own family. A golden fiancé that asked for more. I would even say that everything rolls like clockwork in mapoquoi?As I told you at the beginning of my story, my birthday time to ring. I nonchalantly get out of my bed and then directly attack my phone to see if my friends have started to wish me the best wishes. No message or call. How weird I tell myself I let myself fall back on the bed. Otherwise usually on my birthday , it's the messages call and same gift that wakes me from my bed but today it looks like something made them all forget the important day that is my birthday. For my father, I understand it since this day marks the death of his wife and on this side I am very angry with myself. The sound of my bedroom door lock pulled me out of my mind. I turned my head and see Maria who has just entered. My nanny say like that 😂 since it is such that my father hired since my arrival so that she takes either from me and frankly she knows how to do her job. It spoils me too much for my taste. She: how is the princess this morning? Me ( lip service ): well ... except. She ( smile ): except what? me: you don't remember anything? She: no, should I remember something darling? Me: no drop it. She: okay, I'm going right now to prepare your bath. She rushed into my shower and leaves me pensive on the bed. What is happening to them all today. Whispering while searching my phone's mailbox. Even Khalil, who used to wake me up every morning with beautiful messages, did not do today. I'm going to call her to see. I say when I launch the call. He deigned to answer the third rings. Me: hello my love. Him: how are you my heart? Me: well said you don't ... Him ( cutting me ): I will call you back in an hour my heart, I am at the office. Me ( disappointed ): okay. I hung up a little disappointed and then threw my phone on the bed. Maria came to tell me after my bath is ready. She was about to go to my closet as large as an entire room when I stopped it. Me: Maria. She: yes darling. Me: you can take your day today. She: but why ?I haven't prepared your lunch and your dinner yet. Me: I don't feel good but don't worry about anything serious. I will quickly take a shower and then go out to air my mind a little. She: okay, but I'll call your father afterwards to tell him before he calls me to ask me if you have lunch. Me: no problem. I left Maria tidy my room and I went in to take a shower. I lasted more than an hour when I left she was already gone. I dried my long wet hair, put on cream and then wear my clothes already on the bed. Ah this good woman, she leaves nothing to chance. When I was done, I didn't even take a look at the full dining table. I have to go out and clear my head a little. On such an important day for me, no one took the trouble to remember it and it hurts me excruciatingly. I grabbed my car keys, closed the door to my apartment before rushing into the elevator. In the parking lot, I jumped into my car and started in a hurry with no idea where I am going. I crisscrossed almost all the street in Paris without seeing a place to land to get some fresh air. Laundry, I saw on the other side of the street a restaurant not very large but super nice to the view it gives to the sea. I park and then go down to collapse on a chair at the entrance. The waiter came to ask me what I want to take. I searched the menu with no great importance then chose a sandwich and a lemonade for me. I only got up from there a little late at night. When I got home, I opened the door and then found my apartment plunged into great darkness. I go inside with a beating heart. I hate black too much. I tried to turn on the light when this one suddenly lights up and leaves me ebahi on the spot. My apartment was filled with everyone I love including my neighbors and their children. I didn't want to but I couldn't help but shed a few tears of joy. Khalil came to take me in his arms, chissotting me sweet words. I can't help but scream when I see the man in my life come out of the crowd. My darling dad, my confidant and friend. Without waiting I jumped into her like a princess. I thought at first that this day was the worst day of my life that ended beautifully. It all went very well in laughter, gift and hassle. The same night my father turned into guinea. I did everything to keep him overnight with me but he did not want to pretend that he has an emergency to settle as soon as he arrived in Guinea. No choice, Khalil and I accompanied him to the airport. The next day Morning. A new day came to show up towards the horizon at the great Sylla Family. A family made up of several people. The great lady of the house was sitting on the mat displaying under the veranda surrounding these two sons Ousmane and Oumar. Little Ramata with her big belly out to the last degree went towards them the members trembling for fear that her dear and tender beauty would lower her again. She genuflection first before opening her mouth to greet her beautiful family. She: hello mom, hello brothers. The two brothers ( in choirs ): how are you Rama? She ( head still lowered ): good. When Mother Koumba looked, she was already looking to turn to the other side after having chosen her beautiful daughter well. She ( turning her head ): what are you waiting for to serve breakfast? Rama: j .... that's why I came to tell you mom. Breakfast is served. She: what did you prepare? Rama: Broth for you and rice for .... She ( shouting ): hey, go right away to get this thing off my table. I don't want broth this morning understood? Ousmane: but what are you doing mom? It was not you who suggested to your beautiful daughter to prepare the broth for breakfast each morning? She: I was the one who said but today I will only eat fonio accompanied by the okra sauce. The menu has changed this Morning. Oumar: what are you doing mom ? Look at Rama, she's tiring to the neck. Sltp eats the broth for today tomorrow it's Faty who's going to the kitchen. She will prepare what you want okay. She: you close it Oumar, stop intervening every time I give orders to this little lazy. I told my son not to take this kind of stepdaughter to me, but he does as he pleases. Ousmane: look how she tires mom. She: and me ? Nobody helped me have my 4 years children. I got them all by fulfilling my perfect daughter-in-law duty. What she wears is not egg but a person. The little princess taking her place on the mat: what are you waiting for to do what my mother asks you? With watery eyes, Rama turned back to the kitchen in the yard. Each she had a kitchen in their apartments but their dear mother-in-law forbids her to cook there. She made her stepdaughters work but for Ramata she wore it not at all in her heart. Given the unconditional love that his son felt for his wife , she thought that all that the latter earned was only for his wife since it is Sheikh who is the fold of the family. These two big brothers do nothing with their ten fingers. At his young age, he was responsible for all family expenses. The only thing that kept Rama in her household was the love that showed her her husband. Since the beginning of their meeting, mother Koumba did not agree to their marriage. She did everything but their love was stronger than anything. The youngest of the Fifi family can only mount her mother against her sisters-in-law. She would take out the ingredients in the kitchen when she heard the voice of her husband screaming at her nephews who were fighting with each other. She wiped her tears from the back of her hand and then opted for a happy face before going out to welcome her husband as if nothing had happened. She ( taking the bag that held her husband ): how are you my love? Sheikh ( pulling her by the waist then fucks her lips ): I'm doing great and you ? Didn't babies tire you too much I hope? She ( smile ): they were very wise today. Sheikh, there are the children. Sheikh: children know that their uncle is super in love with their aunt. I want you this morning my love. The other stepdaughters who were pounding under the big mango tree burst out laughing and that interrupted our two lovers. Leila ( Brother Ousmane's wife ): lovers, have pity on our poor eyes eh. Cheikh ( detaching himself from his wife ): how are my ladies this morning? He said, heading towards them. Aïda ( second wife of brother Ousmane ): washed as you see since your dear mother categorically refuses that you take us a servant. Sheikh: oh, I'm really sorry about all this ladies. If it was up to me you're not even going to cut a brain from lighting up in this house. Shall I give you a hand? He said while trying to take the pestle from Faty's hand. Aïda: with pleasure. Leila: what are you doing Sheikh? Thank you very much you want our death if your mother sees you in the pestle. Faty: he himself has fine words unlike these brothers who have been watching us for two hours. And the family chichi, it looks like she is not one between her two legs. Leila: speaks Faty well. My darling, you're tired are going to take your bath and rest okay? Cheikh, went to his mother and these brothers with a smile. Cheikh ( to his sister ): what are you doing sitting here so much disc the others work? Fifi: so, you mean I don't have the right to rest, do you? She is the daughter-in-law of the house, she only have to do their job here I am at my father's. Sheikh: I hope someone will come to marry you soon? Oumar: may God pour ablution on your word brother. Work? Ousmane: no, you have no sheikh way. You come to trample people in the morning without saying hello. Sheikh: sorry brother. Hello. Mom, how are you? Mother Koumba: super hungry my son... J. Her word was cut by the voice of Rama who had just bowed to give a glass of water to her husband. Sheikh ( quickly helping him get up ): what are you doing my love? It's not good that you bow in this state, you're going to hurt babies. Mother Koumba ( tchuipant ): you don't think you're exaggerating a little darling. She doesn't have an egg in her belly. Fifi: anyway. Sheikh: you shut up. Mother Koumba: say you close it mom since Fifi only confirmed what I said. Sheikh: sorry. Let's go inside my love, you have to rest a little. In the middle of the night, excruciating stomach pain awoke Rama. She woke up her sleeping husband so close. Rama ( a small voice ): love, love. Cheikh opened his eyes gently and then jumped out of bed when he saw his wife sitting. Sheikh: how are you darling? Rama: no, my stomach really hurts. Panicked Sheikh began to put away his wife's belongings. He helped change his dress which was totally soaked. He wanted to go wake up the others but Rama didn't want to. That's how he called his friend who had a car. The latter told him to wait for him by the roadside since there was no road to enter their concession but the house was not far from the main road. Hanging on her husband's arm, they quietly left the house without making any noise so as not to disturb the others. When he got to the side of the road, Rama was suddenly caught up in the urge to drink water. So she told her husband who dropped off his things that he was holding at his feet and then running to get water for his wife. Alma's father had just landed on Conakry. His driver was already waiting for him in this middle of the night. without delay they set off for the house. But along the way, he found that his driver was dozing behind the wheel. Him: how are you? The driver: no boss, I can't concentrate behind the wheel, I don't know why but I'm really sleepy. This is how they exchanged places. Alma's father, who had spent years without touching the wheel, started driving. At one point, he too started to see blurry due to fatigue. This is how he went to persecute poor Ramata who was waiting for her husband by the roadside. Cheikh ran out of the house with a bottle of water and found his wife and belly lying in a pool of blood. She was breathing but weakly. He dropped the bottle and then ran to his wife. Rama ( dying ): j ... I love you Sheikh. Forgive me my love, I'm sorry. She said before closing her eyes forever. The tears of an angel.

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.

Chapter: 3 External side. This beautiful creature had just put its toes on Guinean soil in the middle of the night. She wanted to shout her joy at finally being at home either but the ball blocked deep in her throat prevented her from expressing any feeling. She left the airport, dragging a small suitcase which she was holding and went to collect the rest of her luggage. The light which illuminated his skin as fresh and smooth as that of a new born did not leave the few passing perverts indifferent.

Once outside with her luggage, she started looking for her father but not the shadow of the latter. Coward to wait , she went to the taximan side with the intention of taking a trip to her father since she knows the road very well to return even if at the bottom she preferred it to be his father who comes to greet him with a radiant smile on his lips as always every time he sees her. But alas, it looks like the latter has a lot more important to do than come and get his daughter back. Think Alma then finally turn to a very smiling man to his liking. As thought, the man in question was indeed a womanizer who, instead of discussing the price of transport, began to define the fascinating beauty of the young lady. Not the head listened to this man's blah, she suddenly turned the cart which satisfied her business when she made a collusion with a man. This man's belongings as well as Alma's handbag ended up on the ground. She bent over to pick up her purse when the gentleman who was her father's driver directly recognized him. He smiles before showing up. Him: Miss Almaty Kane. She ( finally gets up ): yes, I am sincerely sorry for you entering. Him ( smile ): Well, it's okay. I am Saliou your father's driver. I've been there waiting for hours. Did you have a good trip. She ( sighing ): yes, allahamdullilan. ( looking around ): where's dad? Him: he really wanted to come but he had an impediment so he instructed me to bring you back safe and sound. It ( disappointed ): OK. Let's go. He was responsible for parking his luggage in the back of the car. Without a word, Alma rushed into the car with her head full of a thousand and one unanswered question. All kinds of negative thought tortured his mind. She all imagined herself except good because of her sudden return to the fold. The driver's voice pulled him from his dream. Him: are you installing miss? Her: What if you call me Alma sltp ? I don't like food. Him ( smile ): no problem. Let's go. He said when he started. Her: yes sltp. Tell me the truth Saliou, is my father okay? Him ( smile ): but of course he is doing great Alma. Stop worrying about nothing. Soon we will be at home and there you will see for yourself. It ( suitor ): I hope so. Half an hour later, they finally arrived. The guard opened the gate for them. Once parked , Alma went straight down and went to the house in a hurry to hug her father and asked him all his unanswered questions that heated his head...but she found no one in the living room. She takes a few turns in her father's big house, which has nothing to change but not the shadow of a soul. Still disappointed in the highest point, she dropped the idea of going to see her father in her room for fear of finding this last patient or something else. She went up to her room and finds that nothing has changed inside everything was as she had left when she left. She opened her dressing room to take a towel before going to take a hot shower which has relaxed her muscles. A slight blow to his door got him out of there. Thinking that perhaps her father was, she put on a robe and then went out to open the door and found that it was the guard who was packing his bags. Him ( lingering a little on the smooth and wet body of Alma ): hey ... v .... your luggage. She: are you ok Saliou ? She said she was moving to the other side to let him pass with the suitcases in his hands. Him ( smile ): yes it's okay. Do you need anything else before I go to bed? She: no thanks. Have a great night. Him: to you too Alma. She: I'm going to try. Saliou turned on his heels with a well-trained bump in his pants in view of part of the girl's uncovered thighs. Without exaggerating, Alma, was really beautiful to damn a healthy. She left no indifferent man with his very light skin and long black hair, big doe eyes and harness lips in the form of a heart. In short, nature had really spoiled him. The next day, the cries of the children who woke him up. She opened her eyes gently then notices that it is finally daylight, she jumped out of bed and then ran away in the shower. Downstairs, she found her Aunt Rita the wife of one's uncles with her twins who were running around the house. At his sight, the latter rose and then came the tight super strong in his arms. Rita: my God Alma, how beautiful you are. Paris did you well, huh. She ( smile ): how are you aunt? Rita: great and you? She: good. My brothers in love. She said, opening her arms to the twins. Come and hug your big sister. That's what made the twins before they returned to their occupation. She was chatting with her aunt when her uncle's voice made her turn her head. Him ( smile ): Almaty Kane, my darling mum as you grew up ? Look at yourself, you have become a beautiful girl. The spitting image of your mom. She got up with a big smile and then came to take him in his arms. After the greetings, she helped her aunt set the table while wondering where her father went and why her uncles all slept with her father. All of her questions tortured her, but she didn't let anything appear. They were at the table when she finally saw her mother walking down the pale steps. Without waiting, she got up and then threw herself into her arms. Her father ( smile ): how are you princess? She ( making her baby ): it's up to me to ask you that dad. Why did you bring me in so quickly without me finishing my exam? His father: let's go eat first after I tell you the reason for agreement. Hello. He threw to the others. After breakfast, Alma's father and two brothers moved to the living room. After clearing the table, Alma and her aunt did the same. Alma's father spoke after a few minutes of radio silence. Alma said nothing but the position she found her father made her doubt something. She shook her aunt's hand tightly when her father finally decided to open his mouth to speak. Him: Almaty Kane. She looked up to stare at her father completely sure something was wrong. Her heart was banging hard on her chest and let's not talk about her limbs trembling with fear. His father never calls him by his full name unless there is something wrong. She: yes dad. His father ( swallowing his saliva ): first of all I want to apologize to you for my apple. Know that everything a parent does for their child ... is for their own good. I know I am at fault this time is why I ask you to forgive me deep in your heart. Your father did something worse and to fix it I decided to sacrifice my apple to you. You are all that I have most precious in the world. J .... j ... I gave you in marriage my daughter. She first looked at her father to make sure he wasn't kidding before doing the same to his uncles before laughing. She: dad, do you know this is not funny at all is it ? I hope this is a joke of bad taste. Her father: not my princess at all. It's your destiny and you have to accept it. She ( rising furious ): what fate are you talking about dad ? You destroy my life after you talk to me about fate. I never say I will never accept to marry a man I do not know. What is that ? You know I have a fiancé and soon I'm going to get married and you come to take me out that you have me what? I'm not even going to repeat that. One of his uncles ( cri ): Almaty Kane, are you crazy or what ? Is this a way of talking to your father. Sit down right away. Sobbing she took her place. She ( crying ): what could I have done to you for deserved that dad? Her father: I'm sorry my daughter. She: sorry, yes sorry that's all you can say after destroying my life. Dad, dad you destroyed my life, my brief dream you completely destroyed me know it. I don't recognize you anymore, where did this father who wanted so much to see me succeed ? Where is this father who swore only for the happiness of his daughter. His father ( shouting ): you shut down the poorly educated child. And me, do you think all this makes me happy Alma? Do you think I like to see you shed tears through my fault? She ( fixing her father ): what happened dad? His father ( lowering his head ): I killed the wife of a man and his two children. What? Criticize by catching her mouth. Her father: I persecuted the twins' housewife. She: and to relieve your conscience you sacrifice me your one and only daughter? Do you have a second think of me before making this decision Dad? ( fixing his father ): I will never accept this union do you hear ? I hate you. His father ( getting up ): very well, if you refuse to honor me Almaty , I will end my life and you will remain united forever to this man since the marriage has already been sealed since yesterday. I give you a few hours to make a decision, if you persist on Wallahi by tomorrow you will be totally orphaned on both sides. After saying that, he turned on his heels leaving an Alma totally collapsed and his two brothers followed him after lecturing Alma well. Alma ( collapsing on the ground crying ): what did I do to deserve this aunt? What will I say to Khalil if he calls me ? What family stuffed my father in ? Did he unite me with what type of man ? Do you once think that this man can make me suffer to change the death of his wife and children ? I'm cursed forever Aunt Rita. I will end my life. Rita ( helping her to get up ): stop saying that Alma, you did nothing wrong my darling. God does not impose any penalty greater than the capacity of a soul. Come on, get up sweetie. What this man did for your father is just amazing. Accept this marriage for your father and you will not be disappointed with my heart. You are absolutely right to be in pain, to say everything you are saying right now but what will we not do for our parents. No man in place of this man will accept to let the person responsible for the death of his wife and children at large and neither will you bear to see your father last bars. I really don't know this man but his gesture amazed me. My gut tells me that this man is perfect for you Alma. She ( wiping her tears ): how is this man ? Very old is not with tons of children? Rita ( smile ): I have never seen a man as handsome as him. He's very young if that's what you're afraid of, huh. I would even say that he is between 25_27 with his beautiful brown complexion and his angel face and let's not talk about his heart in gold. She ( resuming her tears ): I don't care about all that aunt. I love Khalil. Rita ( taking her in her arms ): just accept darling. You will learn to love him too. Sheikh Ahmed Sylla. Poor Sheikh spent the last one turning and turning alone in his bed which became really big without his other half by his side. His wife's laughter and sweet voice echoed so far in his ears. He still can't believe that the woman who invested so much in her life, the woman who knew how to listen to her and love her left for good at just 11 months of marriage. Ramata Sow left like a shooting star without leaving any last trace. The call of the muezzin for fadjr drew him from his thoughts. He got out of bed and then went into the shower. He went down to join after changing for the Morning prayer. The whole family was present for prayer. Brother Ousmane directed the prayer. After the douwas and morning greetings, Mother Koumba asked to speak to her son who was about to return to his apartment. Mother Koumba: I am really disappointed with you Sheikh Ahmed Sylla. Why did you accept the hand of this assassin's daughter instead of extracting a huge sum from him as a damage to the death Ramata and the twins considering how the gentleman was frightened. Ousmane: you don't even know how I rage against you. Sheikh: but I really didn't follow you there. Why blame me for accepting the hand of a girl I don't even know? Oumar: but you could refuse her daughter's hand and ask her something else not in private? Sheikh ( feeling the anger mounted ): stop beating around the bush and tell me clearly what you want me to ask the gentleman. Ousmane: don't be an Idiot sltp. You know what we're talking about. Money if you want to know. We are all in need here. Sheikh: but I dream there. So you want me to take the money against the death of my wife and children? Ousmane: of course since evil is already over. Ramata and your twins are dead and buried, they will never return to this earth. The money there could have helped you achieve a lot of things that you are unable to do due to lack of means. Sheikh ( furious ): do you hear yourself talking ? Ramata is dead and you ask me to make the man pay the price for my wife's soul. You are all sick. Ousmane: what is done is done why not take advantage of the benefit it will bring us. This man is full of aces. I researched him. Mother Koumba: if you had asked for at least 100million. This sum would have been used to do a lot of things like treating my back pain and something else. Since my sister-in-law left Morocco, she says that she does not feel back pain. How long have you been telling me that I will also go for treatment? Ousmane: and I, who did it for years behind him, asked him to give me 20 million to start my business. Oumar: and I who want to reopen my workshop? Fifi: Wallahi brother, you screwed up serious. Part of this money could have helped you enroll in a private school. All my friends are now studying in prestigious schools. You promised me since ... but nothing. Annoyed to hear everyone claim to be there, Sheikh stood up Very angry and directly attack the glass of water that was sitting on the coffee table. He smashed it with a ripe visible veins of anger and disgust for his family. Sheikh ( shouting ): money, money is all that interests you Huh ? Enough is enough, enough is enough. YOU ... you are all monsters in this house. I wonder why God has me in this family who have no eyes for their interest anyone. I have just lost my wife and children, none of you are taken with compassion for me. All you care about is money. Ousmane ( shouting in turn ): you lower your tone with us included? We are not your equal. Who are you yelling at us huh? We are going to talk about money whether you want it or not, you are wrong and you allow yourself to insult us by what we want to make you hear reason. It's decided, as the eldest of this family, I suggest you tomorrow to go and say that you no longer want her daughter but 100 million in exchange. You are only 25 years old I remind you so drop your tone. Fifi: who knows, maybe this girl even looks like a monkey if you see that her father also offers it to you for free. You close it: reply Cheikh. Fifi: don't devour your rage on me ho mister Cheikh. To avoid being irreparable, Cheikh came out of the house with tears in his eyes. The tears of an angel.