The cries of an Angel

down from the bed made me jump into my sleep. I sit for a few seconds on bed with my limbs trembling with fear. Hearing him moan, I really thought he was on the bed and was trying to rape me i

not cook in their apartment ? No, this old woman is a real witch. In the 21st century there is still this kind of thing? Kitchen sharing and everything. I don't know what I'm going to do tomorrow to get out of it safe and sound. After the visit, I asked in Leila that if I can go back to my temporary apartment, she told me that I can with my greatest relief. His two witches from Aïda and Faty keep throwing spikes at me while mentioning the name of my famous husband's late wife. Do they really think it bothers me or what ? Thuurrr. I went up the steps when I met the two bizarre men from yesterday. They devour me as if they are not used to seeing a woman in their lives. Me ( lowering the embarrassed head ): hello. Ousmane ( your dry ): hello, I hope we have communicated the rules of the house to you? Me yes. He passed me without a word and then left me with the other a nicer one. Him ( smile ): I am Oumar your husband's big brother. Welcome and know that you are at home. Me: thank you, I'm Almaty. Him: I know. You are really beautiful Alma, I hope you will learn to get used to life from here as the daughter-in-law of such an unbearable woman who is my mother? Me ( always head down ): incha'Allah. Have a great day brother. Him ( smile ): to you too Alma. I sighed hard once the apartment door closed behind me. On the side of Ousmane. Ousmane: have you seen this idiot Oumar's new wife ? Even chance plays in its favor. We who said that Ramata was the most beautiful of our women but she doesn't even get to the ankle of the latter in beauty. Oumar: she is really beautiful with a soft voice. At his sight we took him directly for a white woman so much that she is clear. I hope mom won't do it again. ( tapping my shoulder ): well, I have to spun brother especially you keep me a cup of tea. He passed me and went out to go I don't know where. Really this idiot Sheikh is lucky and it makes me mad. He is the youngest of us but manages everything in the family as if he is the oldest. Even the papers of the house, it is in his name and it is he who keep them carefully since the death of papa. As I still have rage against this old man even if he welcomed us to his home with our mother and educated us like his own children. After seeing it all happen, why didn't he put the house in my name except in the name of his own son who is Sheikh. Fifi, and he does not yet know that we are not from the same father nobody knows it besides except mom , Oumar and me but very soon it will be known since I intend to destroy this idiot of Sheikh. Everything annoys me about him. My silly wife's voice pulled me out of my thoughts. Me ( shouting at it ): what is it? Leila ( the trembling voice ): the. The re ... Me ( furious ): you talk or you step aside from my field of vision before I stick one to you. Leila: the meal is served. Me: it's understood now go as a woman of doom. Since you came into my life nothing works like in others. If it's not because of my mother it will be a long time since I chased you from my house. She turned on her heels crying hot tears. I hate this woman from the first day my mother asked me to marry her. I did everything to not marry her but my mother when she makes a decision no one can make her change her mind. To honor him I married him and two years later I married the woman of my choice. But she is so calm and smiling despite everything I make her endure that sometimes when I look at her the only thing that comes to my mind is strangling her until she dozes between my fingers. I hate her so much that even the only child we had together disgusts me. On the side of Sheikh Ahmed Sylla. How crazy this gentleman is, why spoil the life of such a beautiful girl who is her daughter by marrying her to a man as empty from the inside as I am? After my Ramata, I don't think if I will have the strength to love another woman again. I miss her so much that it is not to sink into depression that I get up every day to work. I was really surprised yesterday night to see the angel face of this girl, I expected everything except a girl as beautiful frankly. I am sure she must give up a lot of things she wanted so much to accept this marriage. If she wants to leave, I will never hold her back since I will not be able to love her as she deserves and make her happy. I did not want to go there worked this morning but I succeeded in an urgent call from my boss who asked all the staff of the box to be present at the company at ten o'clock. After leaving the room to see how uncomfortable she was in my presence, I put my mattress in the other room and then go straight into the shower to do my ablutions. I stayed on the mat praying for the rest of my wife's soul until the hour of the fadjr. To avoid arguments as early as morning, I preferred to say my prayer in my apartment. After the prayer, I wanted to enter the room for wakin