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 cant you see that Im 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 couldnt have you, but understand me, Im no longer a child, you dont have to show up at my house like that, until you come back to my room without knocking, Im 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? youre the big brother and you have to be an example for him, Im 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 dont care whether you like it or not
Aziz turning to my mother: thats what well see, Im 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, whats his problem
Mother: I totally agree with him, its high time you took some responsibility, Im tired of seeing my son with a new woman every night
Me smiling: but these women dont 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 youre not serious, mom
Mother: you understood correctly, you could drink alcohol, Im sure you didnt 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 didnt 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? Its really funny even I could have found better
SLAP"
Whaooo I didnt 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, thats good
Nabila: Where is my room?
Me: sit where you want and make sure our paths dont cross, welcome to Hell
Nabila: if its hell here, then Im 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 Im sure hed 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 dont 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 womens underwear, I go out immediately with my suitcase, its 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 dont belong here, at the same time its normal for me to feel like this, its not at home me here Im 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 Im supposed to be at my wedding night, with my cousin were not too close so I dont have anyone to talk to, Im 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, Im 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 dont 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, its too early
The lady: no, but are you sick? its already past 8 oclock
I take my phone to check and yes it was exactly 8:26, did I sleep that much?
Khalil: mom I dont know where she is so you just have to look for her, Im going back to sleep
Lady: Is it wrong with your head? you come with me and I dont 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 dont want to talk to them about such a beautiful morning, I thought too quickly since it didnt didnt 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 dont want to tell him that I dont want to share my bed with his son
Khalil: but what are you talking about, mother? I dont 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, its better to kill me its better
Khalil giggling: youre too funny, to be serious she can occupy all the rooms she wants but not mine, Im not arguing
With these words, he goes out and leaves us there.
My mother-in-law: Khalil I swear youre sick, you mean youre stubborn dont you? Ill tell you that Im more than you its 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 shes pissed if I try to speak here Im sure the anger of the other imbecile here its on me shell spend her