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.