CHAPTER 2 : My arrival at my mother's house

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It was four o'clock in the afternoon and I was not at home. I was under a mango tree with the hot guys from the neighborhood chatting. There were two of them and I was the only girl in their company. One was serious about what he was saying and the other just made me laugh. The serious one was telling me that he was having a hard time with the fact that we weren't in a relationship. So for him, he wanted me to give him a chance, one that would allow him to swim in my garden of love. On the other hand, the other one told me that my nipples turned him on and that he couldn't control himself every time his eyes met my body. I thought both of them were idiots because how can you want a woman and then go to the trouble of making a pass at her in the presence of someone else? The funny thing was, they were all friends because they had each other in tow. Now, I quickly realized that they both wanted me just to satisfy their sexual need and I wasn't paying any attention to them.

I was under the tree with the two bastards when a last class Japanese car passed us by. The color and make of the car was so attractive that it caught our attention. My boys and I followed the car with our naughty eyes until it finally stopped in front of the old gate of our house.

- The driver was going to your house," one of my companions said.

- That's what I just noticed too," I answered. It must be one of my grandmother's acquaintances.

And my companions and I continued to talk. I was a few meters away from them. I was not a prostitute. It is true that I have charm but I do not joke with my beauty and the flexibility of my body. I loved my body so much that I took care of it rigorously. I washed myself more than five times a day. Hygiene is in my body. I don't like to smell a little stench coming from my armpits. I like cleanliness too much actually.

The more time passed, the more I didn't see the driver who had entered the yard of the house come out.

- Well, guys, I have to run away from you because I have to go see who this person is who came to see my grandmother.

And so I ran away from my two friends. In spite of all the interrogative remarks they sent me, I didn't answer them anymore. I kept my eyes on the big box parked on the gate of my grandmother's house until I opened the gate. From the courtyard, I could hear the voices of two women; two voices among which I could identify only one; that of my grandmother. I entered the living room after lifting the curtain and there I saw my mother and ran to embrace her.

- Mom, at last! I cried, all happy.

My mother, smiling at me, did not know what to say.

- How are you doing?" she finally asked me.

- I'm fine, Mom! And you lied to me?

- I'm sorry, it was the wrong way for me to pick you up in time.

I thought this lady would have changed with her life of lying but I finally realized that what we get used to doing becomes second nature to us.

My grandmother, in front of her daughter's lie, was smiling.

- And have you come to get me this time or are you going to lie to me again and promise me tomorrow?

My mother, having caught herself in the act, laughed.

- No, your grandmother told me that you are becoming unbearable and I came to get you to straighten you out at my house," my mother said.

I looked at my grandmother as if to ask her silently if it was true what her daughter was saying.

Having understood the sign of my glance, the old woman answered me with a teasing and serious air:

- Yes, that's what I told her! Or did I lie?

Whether she lied or not, it was a joy for me to change my living environment.

- I didn't say you lied, grandma! And you mom, when are we leaving?

- Today! Go pack your suitcase and put it in the back trunk of my car.

- So the car was yours?

- Stop asking me questions! And I'm not doubting your grandmother's words! When you young girls start pushing lemons on your chest, you no longer respect your elders; or is that not true?

- Mom, my breasts are not lemons. Or if they are, know that I deserve them.

- Oh my old lady! Listen to what she's telling me! Are you already fifteen years old to have breasts?

- How old were you when you had the boobs, mom?

- I was sixteen before I started growing little boobs.

- It is because you were surely a child of the devil, that's why nature gave you breasts late if what you tell me is true because your whole life is based on lies.

My grandmother and her daughter laughed loudly and I slipped away to quickly pack my suitcase.

My grandmother and our visitor were chatting in the living room when I dragged my briefcase out onto the porch.

- Well, Mom, finish talking quickly, we're leaving.

Mother and daughter, exchanging glances, wanted to know if I had sent an invitation to the newcomer.

In any case, I don't care.

My mother spent all her time praising her husband to her mother.

- Your husband is a man of God," my grandmother said to my mother. He loves you very much.

- And it's thanks to him that I started teaching in the college where I work now.

- That's very good! When you are patient, you always end up getting the best thing for yourself. Take good care of him.

- Yes, Mom, I am. If I ever lose him, I'll be screwed for life.

- Thank you! Be submissive and obedient to him.

- I already do! Hold this envelope, he asked me to give it to you.

- Oh, my son! May he be blessed wherever he goes.

- Amen! Now I'm going to leave. Because it will take me six hours of driving before I get to this town where we live.

- All right, I won't hold you up any longer. And above all, take good care of that girl who is watching us," said my grandmother, staring at me.

- Milie? She won't leave the house! Because everything is there! There's a TV and a playroom. Everything she needs for her entertainment, we have it. There's even a maid in the house, so there's no need for her to do anything.

And my mom got up with her mother and headed out into the yard. I grabbed my suitcase and put it on my head like a traveler to France. The three of us walked out into the yard and onto the outer lawn where my mother's big Japanese car was parked. She pressed a small button on the car key and the back trunk opened by itself and I went to put my suitcase and close the trunk.

I opened one of the doors and got into the car. Oh no, it was a last class car! A very expensive car.

My mother, after saying her goodbyes, left her mother to get behind the wheel. She started the car a few seconds later and wham!

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My mother's husband's house is a big house; a house with several floors; a house tiled from top to bottom. The courtyard, it is paved. The inside of the building breathed with the air conditioners. Everything was cool! Can you imagine how many cars my mother's husband has? Four big Japanese cars. In the yard of the house, instead of four cars, there were five. One was my mother's and the rest her husband's.

It was eight o'clock when an old man came to open the doors for my mother's car to enter the large yard.

Together, my mother and I walked through a small waiting room and began to climb the stairs, which led us into a large living room, a very pretty and attractive living room, a living room with furniture that made our hearts beat faster, a living room that could make us dream.

No, the salon was all clean.

In one of the couches sat a little girl, barely three years old. In another, a gentleman sat, shirtless. He and the little girl were looking at the television screen. From the name "mom" I could immediately guess who the girl was. It was my mother's daughter. The man would be none other than my mother's husband, a very young man of about thirty years.

- Good evening, darling," said my mother, going to kiss him on the forehead.

- Good arrival, my love," replied the young man.

- Thank you, baby! This is Milie, my daughter I've often told you about.

- But it is well! She has already grown up! exclaimed the man.

- She's a little one, she's not even fourteen yet.

- Are you serious? She looks like a big woman!

- No, she's a little girl! And you, come and greet the gentleman.

I went up to my mother's husband and said "good evening, sir".

- Yes, good arrival, young lady, and welcome!

- Thank you, sir!

And my mother led me to a room.

- This is your room. I bought this bed for you yesterday. This wardrobe was bought for you last week by the gentleman. Be respectful to him. If you respect him properly, he will treat you like his own daughter. It's true that the little one you saw next to him is his oldest child. But if you respect him, I believe that he will see in you, the image of his daughter and will do everything right, with you. Do not disrespect him. If he asks you for any favor, do it with respect and consideration.

- Okay, Mom, I will. I will do as you say.

- Thank you, my dear! You can put your things in the wardrobe and at the end you come to the living room for dinner.

- Okay, Mom, see you later.

And my mother left, leaving me alone in my room, the room that was meant for me.