Chapter 4

MARRY IN SPITE OF ME

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Chapter 4

Yasmine

D-day

Me: for a few days Nabila has been telling me that she is happy with the wedding and that she is not hiding anything from me but I feel her sad, I do not feel the joy of a young married woman in her

Razak: stop me his Yasmine, the little one told you herself that she had already accepted the marriage a few years ago, today is her wedding day, don't try to put doubt in his mind

Me: No, I just want to make sure she knows what she's getting into.

Razak: stop it and go help the little one, the in-laws will be arriving soon

Me: ok

I prefer not to get into a debate that will create a fight this morning, it's still a day of joy, I'm probably wrong, maybe she's a little apprehensive about what will happen after the wedding, the life as a couple is not easy especially when you go to a polygamous family, that must be it, I have to stop making films for a bit

When I arrive in her room she was already dressed and put on makeup, I ask everyone to come out so I can talk to her

Me: it's the big day how are you feeling? are you ready ?

Nabila: I admit that I'm a little scared

Me: it's normal, every married person has this fear in them before taking the plunge, are you sure that's what you want to do? you know there is still time to stop everything

Nabila forcing a smile: no my aunt I am sure of my decision

Me: okay, you see it's a bracelet that your grandmother gave me on my wedding day, it's a bracelet that is transmitted from generation to generation, it is transmitted to the first daughter who husband, and you will give it to your daughter on her wedding day in turn

Nabila: but my aunt normally has to go back to Malika, not to me, are you sure she doesn't mind?

Me: you are like my own daughter, I love you as if I had given birth to you, so since you are the first of my daughters to get married, she is rightfully yours

When I put the bracelet on her hand, she throws herself into my arms crying, this little one I hope she will be happy in this marriage, I hope she will be luckier than my sister in love, and if it doesn't work there I'll go get it myself

Nabila: thank you very much my aunt

Me: promise me that if you're not happy there you'll come home, marriage is not an end in itself, if it doesn't work leave, you don't have to stay in a marriage which brings you nothing good on the pretext that you are afraid of people's eyes and criticism, your happiness comes first, whatever happens there, promise me to tell me, if your husband treats you badly you just have to warn me I'll come get you, I'm not tired of you yet ooohhh, I'd rather have you happy near me than unhappy in a marriage you understand me?

Nabila smiling: yes my aunt I understood

Me: you too I know you, you are very impulsive and rebellious, I hope I will not hear anywhere that you have disrespected your husband, you owe him respect, if there is a problem, know how to talk to him calmly to bring him back to his senses, a woman's strongest weapon is gentleness, not aggression, understood? be the good girl I know okay?

Nabila: it's understood my aunt, thank you very much

They come to warn us that the beautiful family has arrived so we will go out to welcome them

I go to join Razak to ask him how the ceremony is going to go but he just asks me to let him see her for a while

Nabila

I was in my room waiting to be picked up when my uncle opened the door

Uncle Razak: your husband is here he wants to meet you before the start of the ceremony

Me getting up: ok, where is he?

Uncle Razak: Aziz is coming, you can come in

When I see it I was so shocked, it's one thing to imagine it and it was another thing to have it in front of you, it would be a lie to say that it's a help but, we feel that he has gone through several years on earth, we see the effect of time on his face, ooohh my God don't tell me that I'm going to marry an old man like that, lord, will I be able to bear that he put your hands on me? when he walks towards me, I instinctively pull back, my heart started beating jerkily, my head is spinning, I feel like my room is spinning then it's a black hole

A few hours later

I passed out at my own wedding at the sight of my so called wedding, when I woke up the man told me that our little arrangement should stay between us and that I should never tell anyone about it. whatever, after his traditional wedding has been carried out now we are on our way to my new house, we arrive a few tens of minutes later in front of a very beautiful residence the driver clacksonne and the doors open, if I think the front was beautiful I can tell you that it is nothing compared to the interior, I lived in Paris so if I am so ecstatic in front of a villa it is because it is really beautiful

Aziz: come let's go home

When we arrive in the living room there was an elderly lady who I think is his wife he leaves me with her and takes the stairs I was so embarrassed I didn't know what to say to her I stood there until 'til the lady comes to me

The lady: ah my daughter, are you already there? We've been waiting for you all day, I hope everything went as you wanted

Me not knowing where to put myself: good evening my aunt

The lady: come sit down, you must be tired

I was so uncomfortable, I would have preferred her to be less nice to me, I will never be able to understand men, you have such a beautiful and nice woman at home and you are leaving to get married come and add it to the house, I wonder how the next few months will be in this house, I can't wait to be shown my room so that I can hide inside

The lady brings a girl with a tray with juices that we are served

The lady: drink my daughter you must be thirsty

Me: no my aunt it can go

The lady: you have to feel comfortable, this is going to be your house here, so you are the mistress of the house if you don't want juice we can bring you water

Me: no thank you my aunt, it can go

She asks the young girl to leave and we find ourselves again alone in the living room, I really don't know where to sit so I make myself very small, a few minutes later we hear loud voices, it looks like two people to argue, we get up, and we see two people coming down the stairs, it's the famous Aziz and a much younger man, I would have said it's his son but the young man is mixed race so I don't know not who it can be

The young man: no, no and no I don't agree with you

Aziz: anyway it's already done and you can't do anything against his

I feel like they are talking about our marriage, the young man is not ok with the marriage at all it seems, I just happened to have problems

Aziz: anyway the wedding is already celebrated, I warned you but as usual you took it lightly

The young man raising his voice: and know that I don't care, it becomes your problem, I didn't ask you anything

The lady: you're going to lower your voice right away, can you hear me Khalil?

Aziz taking the hand of the lady: we are leaving

They leave and leave me alone with this man I don't know, my God, how am I doing? what's going on here?

Khalil: no but you? what are you doing ?