The cries of an Angel

and everything is bland around me. Why ? Why this radical change in my life ? I suffocate, all his unanswered questions prevent the fresh air from entering my lungs. The man I love so much

one from his hand ): stop giving you this trouble for a marriage that is not even one. Aunt Rita: give me my phone sltp, even if you are not constant for this marriage but I will not let you go to your husband's house to dress anyhow. What will they say about we see you dress banally. Our family is quite famous for that. As stubborn as Aunt Rita you die direct. I did everything to make her change her mind but nothing. With these 'we only get married once''. If she knew. Aunt Rita: let her make up a little Alma. Me: no, it's good like that. Stop you too aunt, it looks like this marriage is a eager marriage. She: it's true but I swear that very soon you will be madly in love with your husband. He is a man who leaves no indifferent. Me: um, that's what we'll see. No man is incomparable to my Khalil. It is not very beautiful but I love it as it is. In the evening as agreed, our house was invaded by people I don't even know most of them. They laughed, ate, completely ignoring what is hidden behind this farce. My father forced himself to smile but I knew that through his smiles that he had collapsed inside. I hate to see it like that but the damage is already done. After the endless sermons of my uncles and aunts it was now time for me to go and join my conjugal home. Almighty God, face that it all ends as soon as I set foot in this house. Whisper when getting into the car. Half an hour's drive, the cars park by the roadside and then we continue the rest of the journey on foot. When one of my uncles said that there is no road to enter my famous husband's house...I imagined myself directly a dump which will henceforth serve one at my house up to three months. I had a pinch in the heart. Aunt Rita held my hand since I did not see the road well because of the veil which covers my head as well as my face. I thought it was a long way to go, but luckily we got a few steps. It was a large house, made up of three four apartments. In the living room below, a very smiling woman welcomed us. She gave us room before disappearing, call I don't know who. Shortly after, an old woman in her sixties, two men accompanied by a young girl entered. They took their places after the salams. My older uncle spoke. On the side of Sheikh Ahmed Sylla. This altercation with my family really made me understand that I no longer have anyone on whom counted and made me realize that my family is only interested in my pocket money. Since my eighteen, I kill myself day and night so that my family members do not sleep hungry. The two elders of the family who should take care of the family do nothing with their ten fingers. Brother Ousmane, only gave orders and reproached me every time he sees me. He spends half his time in bars playing at random. When Brother Oumar gives him a little help sometimes. My mother knows the day I get paid more than myself. And when I touch my salary which varies between 5 to 6 million Guinean francs per month. Each of them will have their share whether I like it or not. Before all that did not bother me since I found it normal but this morning, my family proved to me that they only like what I bring them. Several hours spent outside calming my nerves, I return to my apartment. Barely the door closed behind me that I burst into a sob. I know that I have not yet poured a taste of tears since Ramata left me but there, this morning I have just realized how much this woman was essential to my life. Still worried about me, always there to advise me when I argue with Brother Ousmane where mom. Sometimes it's really good to vent our sorrows a little while crying. Once calmed, I get up and rush into the shower for a hot bath. I went back down after changing to go to my friend Ibrahim's house. I was heading for the exit when Brother Ousmane arrested me Net. Ousmane: hey you, come here right away. I went back to my heels without a word and then come to face him. Ousmane ( pursuing ): I hope you are going like that to do what we discussed this morning. In short asked for our hundred million? He annoys me so much this idiot. Without a word, I turned on my heels... But he said a word to me that directly stopped me in my tracks. I turn around very angry again. Me: you repeat what you come to say. Ousmane: that if you don't take the hundred million from here in the evening ... Me: what will happen if I refuse to do what you ask me? Ousmane: sell the house and everyone will make their money what they want. Me ( trembling with anger ): to sell this house which is our only source, you must first pass me on the body. Have a good day. I passed it then I go. The taxi dropped me off after a few minutes by the sea.