CHAPTER 6: My First Visit to Fred's

– Absolutely, otherwise I'm always reachable. I work from home.

– Wow! That's good! We'll see each other tomorrow.

– No problem!

– Tomorrow when you arrive, I'll pay you the money for our call units.

– Wow, you're a very nice man then!

– Nice is my nickname.

– Ha ha ha! In that case, I'll call you "nice uncle" from now on.

– And I'll call you TheBlonde!

– TheBlonde? – Yes, because you're so beautiful!

– Thank you! Go on, take care!

– Thank you, see you later.

I hung up the call and, very happy, headed towards the house where Frédéric had rented.

Who would neglect themselves?

Very quickly, I deleted Fred's number I had dialed, and back in the bedroom, I put the phone on the table without saying a word.

I walked over to the mat and lay down on it. Frédéric was there too. Obviously, I noticed that hunger had started to tighten in his stomach. But I didn't say anything to him because he chose it himself. When I came to visit him, I brought him food. I made him eat properly before finally spreading my legs to let him fuck me. Every time I told him not to ejaculate in my vagina, he told me he couldn't get his penis out and that it was nothing, that I wouldn't get pregnant because he drinks enough salt water before I arrive.

Not convinced, I went to the pharmacy to buy condoms for him. But unfortunately, the man figured out they were rubber, and that rubber was meant for small children.

That's where the story took us.

Indeed, I lay down on the mat. I lay on my stomach, turning my head away. That's when I felt Frédéric's arm touch my neck.

Systematically, I understood what he wanted to do, but I didn't say anything.

Within a few seconds, I felt him move closer to me. Paying attention, I heard him whisper something I didn't hear. I remained silent without saying a word.

"I love you, Aïcha," I heard.

That's what you call boyish nerve. He, who doesn't feed me, dares to tell me he loves me. In any case, the best thing to do is to keep quiet.

Very gently, he began by running the palm of his hand down my back. Up until then, I hadn't said anything. It was when his hand, after wandering through my hair, my neck, and my back, finally crossed my two mountains of behind, that I jumped.

"What's wrong?" I said, angrily.

"What's wrong with you, Aïcha?"

"What's wrong with me? Since morning, you haven't asked me what I'm going to eat, and yet you tell me you love me. Is it your love that will satisfy me?" “Aïcha, I'm sorry! My current circumstances don't allow me to take good care of you yet.”

“Oh really? So that's what you dare to tell me?”

“Listen, Aïcha, the best thing is to be honest with yourself! And one thing: if you realize you can't continue with me, I can grant you the privilege of going and getting together with another man of your choice.”

“Wow! That's what you call a brave boy! Go and get together with another man of my choice?”

“Yes, Aïcha! Because I don't want you to suffer. It's hard for me to eat twice a day. I come from a poor family and I know what awaits me. I have to work hard to raise my family's status. My father and mother do their best, but it's not enough. I can't sell my soul to the devil to please the world.”

Frédéric, from what he was telling me, I saw in him the power of the word "courage." Yes, you have to be truly courageous to utter those disappointing phrases to a beautiful woman like me.

"Okay, Frédéric, I listened to everything you said! From what you said, I realize I came into your life with all my problems, but don't worry..."

"I didn't say that..."

"Listen, you don't need to say it! But I promise you, I'm going to get rid of this fucking pregnancy and then move on with my life with the man who truly deserves my heart."

That said, I headed out to the courtyard and sat down on the same brick by the gate.

Sitting there, I reflected on my life. It's like they say, beautiful women blindly fall in love with idiotic men who don't deserve their hearts. That was exactly the case for me. With my splendid beauty, I blindly fell in love with an Idiot who is incapable of taking proper care of me.

"You need to get your life back on track," an inner voice whispered to me.

"By what means?" I asked myself.

"You need to abort this demon in your belly," the same voice replied.

It's like they often say, when you're going through a situation, you have to pay attention to your intuition, which never fails. Otherwise, my intuition was right. The best thing to do, indeed, is to get rid of this fucking pregnancy.

"But where can I find the money to do that?" I asked myself again.

"You'll have it as soon as you get to Fred's."

It was then that I understood that even my intuition was against the birth of this bastard baby I was keeping in my little belly. I got up to head to the bedroom.

***

The next morning.

It was striking ten o'clock when I came back from the shower. Having applied plenty of ointment, I put on the same dress I wear every day. Last night, I washed it thoroughly and dried it in the bedroom. This morning, it was even more beautiful, as if I'd just taken it out of its bag.

Without headlights, I was already beautiful. Without lipstick, I was still beautiful.

Always following my intuition, I found myself at the local hairdresser's. I greeted her and asked if I could borrow her phone. I dialed a number, and when it rang the first time, and then the second time, I hung up. In less than a few seconds, Fred called me back.

—Hello, Uncle Fred! I'm coming already!

—Okay, just follow the directions and you won't get lost. “Okay, see you later!”

I hung up the call and returned the phone to the young woman, thanking her.

I saw the young woman looking at me with admiration. If it's about beauty, I know the Lord took his time creating me. He put everything in its place. He didn't mess things up like he does for some people. He created me differently from everyone else. In a beauty pageant, I'd win, period.

I stopped a motorcycle taxi driver and gave him directions.

“I know, get in, please!”

“How much will you charge me?”

“Three hundred francs.”