Chapter 5

MARRY IN SPITE OF ME AUTHOR : CHAPTER 5 Khalil FLASHBACK 3 years rather My dad storming into my room like he used to do, and once again he bumps into me with one of my suitors. Aziz: Khalil join me in the living room right away Me: but Aziz can't you see that I'm busy here? Aziz: in the living room immediately, you miss you should go home Me entering the living room: but who do you think you are to land in my house like that? who gave you this right? Mother: but Khalil you are going crazy, right? Me correcting myself: ooh mother I couldn't have you, but understand me, I'm no longer a child, you don't have to show up at my house like that, until you come back to my room without knocking, I'm just asking minimal respect Aziz: of course you are no longer a child but since you behave like one we must treat you like this too Me collapsing on the sofa: what brings you here? Aziz throwing me a people magazine: we are fed up with your debauchery, what are you teaching your little brother? you're the big brother and you have to be an example for him, I'm tired of my name being in these rags every day Me laughing: since when do we have the same name, you and me? you tend to forget it but I am not your son I am a Ben ATAL not an EDOZIE My mother: Khalil you stop that immediately, this man you are talking to like this is the only father you have ever had, he never put any difference between your brothers and you, I do not allow you not to talk to him like that, understand? Aziz resumes: calm down my darling, Khalil I warn you, I give you 3 years, if in these three years you do not marry, I will choose a wife for you myself, I will take care of the dowry myself and marriage for you, you have been warned Me: try a little and you will see, who do you think you are to decide when I should get married? I do what I want with my life and I don't care whether you like it or not Aziz turning to my mother: that's what we'll see, I'm waiting for you in the car With these words he leaves the living room and leaves my mother and me Me: but mom talks to your husband, what's his problem Mother: I totally agree with him, it's high time you took some responsibility, I'm tired of seeing my son with a new woman every night Me smiling: but these women don't mind spending time with me Mother: as your father said choose a woman and marry her if not we will do it for you Me: but you're not serious, mom Mother: you understood correctly, you could drink alcohol, I'm sure you didn't pray this morning, you must be ashamed my son, I leave you, think a little and make the right decision She leaves and leaves me there, if they think their blackmail will work, they fuck each other in the eye END OF FLASHBACK I didn't think they were serious, how dare they do this to me Khalil Ben ATAL? Me: So you are the woman my father found me? a woman who gets drunk in a nightclub and sleeps with strangers? is that the right woman he wants me to marry? It's really funny even I could have found better 'SLAP" Whaooo I didn't expect that, she dared to slap me, she slapped me? Me: you dared to slap me, insolent little one? Her: my name is Nabila, not a little insolent and the next time you dare to disrespect me again, expect to receive another slap, do you think that I am delighted to find myself married to a stranger? Me: the little one is coming out of the claws, that's good Nabila: Where is my room? Me: sit where you want and make sure our paths don't cross, welcome to Hell Nabila: if it's hell here, then I'm the devil I turn my back on her and leave her in the living room, for my father who wanted a Yoruba and pious girl like them, if they knew what he brought back to me as a woman I'm sure he'd kill himself Nabila I will say first of all that I am relieved that the old man is not my husband, even if the one who has him is a real moron, the advantage is that we will not meet him and me so I like it, I go upstairs and enter the first room I see as long as I don't see his face, everything will be fine He takes my suitcase and I also climb the stairs behind him upstairs I enter the first bedroom I find, she was in front of the stairs, when I enter this room I enter directly into the dressing room to put my suitcase but I come across women's underwear, I go out immediately with my suitcase, it's out of the question for me to stay in the room in which he does his things with his girlfriends, I find myself another room, I put my suitcase and I lie down, I feel so weird in this house, I feel like I don't belong here, at the same time it's normal for me to feel like this, it's not at home me here I'm not even welcome and I have the impression that the coming months will not be easy for me I wanted to call my aunt but she must find her weird since I'm supposed to be at my wedding night, with my cousin we're not too close so I don't have anyone to talk to, I'm alone, I find myself alone without anyone to turn to... Yesterday I ended up sleeping without even realizing it, I must believe I was very tired, my trip and this hasty wedding I needed to rest, I'm going to try to take a bath and find myself something thing has eaten, there is a noise outside my room that catches my attention, it looks like I landed in a madhouse The lady: where is she your wife? Khalil: well I don't know, she must be in a room The scolding lady: how can you not know where your wife is when yesterday was your wedding night? Khalil: mom stop screaming, it's too early The lady: no, but are you sick? it's already past 8 o'clock I take my phone to check and yes it was exactly 8:26, did I sleep that much? Khalil: mom I don't know where she is so you just have to look for her, I'm going back to sleep Lady: Is it wrong with your head? you come with me and I don't intend to repeat myself I hear them opening the doors one by one, a few minutes later they open my door, I pretend to be asleep, I don't want to talk to them about such a beautiful morning, I thought too quickly since it didn't didn't stop the lady from waking me up The lady: hello my daughter Me pretending to have woken up just now: hello madam The lady sitting next to me: no lady between us you can call me mom or yemi Me: ok mom My mother-in-law: why did you sleep here? you are supposed to sleep with your husband Me lowering my head a little embarrassed moreover I don't want to tell him that I don't want to share my bed with his son Khalil: but what are you talking about, mother? I don't want her in my room My mother-in-law: let me tell you that it will be the case, you will share the same room and the same bed, if you sleep separately how do you expect me to have grandchildren I admit that his sentence made me dizzy, what a baby, me having a child with such a moron, it's better to kill me it's better Khalil giggling: you're too funny, to be serious she can occupy all the rooms she wants but not mine, I'm not arguing With these words, he goes out and leaves us there. My mother-in-law: Khalil I swear you're sick, you mean you're stubborn don't you? I'll tell you that I'm more than you it's me I gave birth to you and let me tell you that the head can never exceed the neck fool My mother-in-law turning to me: take your suitcase and follow me I get up without flinching and I take my suitcase, way she's pissed if I try to speak here I'm sure the anger of the other imbecile here it's on me she'll spend her