02

? PRESENTATION ?

I'm on the sofa, in his arms, we're there and we're watching Banlieu 13, he's been bugging me to watch him with him.

HE: Come on please don't do like that!

Me: But I'm tired, I want to sleep!

Him: It's good you sleep in my arms, come! (opening his arms)

I look at him and walk towards him, and settle into his arms, a blanket over both of us.

Him: We are there, aren't we?

I do .

He was thoroughly into his film, personally this film is not my favorite so I didn't care a bit, he had his arms around my shoulders, I was between his legs, when he started to caress my belly under my pajama sweater, he knows very well that I'm afraid of my belly, I'm starting to shiver along with his hand on my long scar that is there, this scar means a lot to me, it represents my past, my tears are about to fall.

I get up from his grip and go to our room, I sit under the duvet and lie on my side, two minutes later he joins me and takes me in his arms.

Him: You still haven't forgotten?

Me :…

Him: It's the past baby, forget, forget all that!

Me: It's hard, I'm trying wallah I'm trying.

Him: Come here.

I turn around and here we are face to face, he takes me in his arms, I have my head against his chest as well as my hands, he kisses me on the hair.

Him: I'll protect you now, I told you, it's you and me against them, forget the rest except her!

You must not really understand there, no?

I'm Islem, 22 years old at the moment, I'm average height (about 1m67), black brown hair, which I dyed black that comes to my chest, and I'm white skinned , with brown eyes. For an Algerian it may seem strange to be white, but hey everyone likes it and then in summer I tan, so I take advantage of the summer!

Him ? He's my Husband, my man, we've been through things both of us, I'll say no more, I keep the suspense!

I have my two parents hamdoullah for me, a little sister of 7 years old, Sarah, and a little brother of 17 years old Youssef.

When the story begins I am 18 years old, it was the summer of the Bac results.

I went there with Bouchra, my best friend, my 18-year-old sister too, of Tunisian origin.

She is a little taller than me in height, square cut hair, hazel eyes she is a bomb my Bouchra!!

Part 1 :

It's morning, it's 10 a.m., the results are only posted at 11 a.m., so in the meantime I get ready, plug in the hair straightener and do my bangs (on the side), make me a bun, a little black pencil, and a pink adidas tracksuit

A black T-shirt, and my black shoulder bag, (I never move without this bag).

10:45 am, I come down from my building, and I call Bouchra:

Me: Hello Bouchra?

Bushra: Yeah.

Me: Get down, I'm down!

Bouchra: Come on, I'm coming!

I waited for it and I thought about this damn Bac, if I had it with honors I was admitted to a 6 month internship in Lyon all paid, and I would receive a salary of 1200 Euros per month, otherwise and well I would spend my holidays here, cleaning to earn money for the house.

I could already see myself packing my bags and leaving when I saw that crazy Bouchra!

Bouchra: OUUhOUUUh We wake up fat! these are the results today!

Me: Aren't you stressing out?

Bushra: Me? No I know I would!

Me: Wow, you're confident, aren't you?

Bouchra: And yeah, and I even bet you that I am taken to the Lyon internship there

Me: Insha'Allah Bushra!

Here we are in front of the school, and I'm panicking, my hands are sweating, If I'm accepted at this stage I could find a job more easily, certainly I'll be away from here for 6 months but I'll be back.

We come forward Moi & Bouchra hand in hand, we succeed together, or we fail together, we've always said that.

I look for our names everywhere until I see:

Ben** Isleym: Admitted with honors

Ke*** Bouchra: Admitted with honors.

As soon as she saw her name Bouchra let go of my hand, watching me was disgusted and so was I.

Bouchra: Congratulations, you got your internship!

Me: Ouaahh Bouchra, I'm sorry, at least you had the baccalaureate and honors Enough Good!

Bouchra: Yeah Yeah, well I'm going home.

Me: But wait, we had to...

I couldn't finish my sentence, that Bouchra had already left, I didn't blame her, she's like her impulsive at the time, but I know that deep down she's happy for me! well, I hope !

I go home on foot, with good sound from the bled, sayé finishes high school, Hello Lyon!

Mom: Who is it?

Me: It's me, I'm back!

Mom: So the baccalaureate?

Me: I got it mom! and I'm taken to the course!

My mother screaming like a kid!

Mom: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa My Daughter!

She hugged me, my little brother and left her room

Youssef: Wesh stop screaming, I'm sleeping here!

Mom: Get up! your sister just graduated!

Youssef: I don't care, I don't have it so I don't care!

He left with these words, I'm not surprised, my brother is not very expressive, but we love each other madly.

I spent my day at home, with my mother, we were talking about my future, when my father came home.

My father: So the baccalaureate!

Me: How do you know?

My father: you had to be!

Me: Yesiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, and you don't know?

My father: What?

Me: I'm taken to the internship dad!

My father: the one from Lyon?

I do ! Daddy you promised to let me go!

My father: I didn't say no my daughter! Vasy but make us proud!

Me: I promise you, (looking at my mother): I promise you

The next day, I started packing my suitcase to go to the internship, I was slowly tidying up, the windows open, the music of the town at full blast, when the door to my room is open: Youssef

Me: Well what are you doing?

Youssef: (while sitting on my bed) It's home isn't it?

Me: Yeah yeah!

Youssef: what are you doing?

Me: I'm packing my things.

Youssef: Why?

Me: Bah for my internship in Lyon!

Youssef: A Yeah sh*t, I had zapped!

Me: Yeah.

Youssef: Be careful there, you're looking pretty, because zerma you're all alone!

Me: Mdrrr, you're my little brother, you have nothing to tell me!

Youssef, (slaps me for fun): No No, pretend I'm your big brother!

Me: Yes Youssef dreams are night!

Youssef: Mdrr, no sah you will be careful there, stay as you are!

Me: How is it?

Youssef: you've never had a gadjo, you're a clean girl, I'm proud of you:

Me: It's sooooooooooo cute!

Youssef: (standing up) say again, cute, slap you, Come on, I'll shoot myself!

3 days later I left for Lyon, it was July 13, I had to return on January 15, it seemed so long!

I wanted to go to the station alone, I don't want to cry in public with my parents!

The trip went well, I took 2h30 to get there, (in the chronicle I come from Marseille), Arriving there, its changing from my hometown, Marseille and I already miss my family.

I was disappointed with only one thing when I came here: not having heard from Bouchra, during the four days after the results of the baccalaureate and my departure, she gave me no news.

To tell you about my 6 months in Lyon, there is not much to say, I was doing an internship in a company and sometimes in a store, I tried all types of stores: ready-to-wear, leather goods, cosmetics, accessories, footwear, retail.

I really liked this internship there, and I don't regret having worked so much.

My family I heard from them every week, I was alone, I didn't know many people, I lack confidence and I rarely go to people.

For the new year I didn't do much, I stayed in the small studio that I had rented for the duration of the internship, the next day at 2 p.m. I was still asleep it was my phone that woke me up:

Me: Hmmm!

Mom: When are you coming home?

She was cold, distant!

Me: (straightening up): Mom knew?

Mom: ANSWER WHEN WILL YOU COME BACK??

Me: Bah January 15, as it was planned!

Mom: When you come back you will owe us an explanation, this story won't stop there!

Then she hung up, huh but what story is she talking about?

Part 2 :

She hung up, I didn't understand at the time, I called back several times, but no one answered me, so I called Youssef, maybe he knows what to talk to me about, mom.

Youssef: Yeah?

Me: Hello Youssef?

Youssef: what do you want?

Me: Calm down! What's up with mom?

Youssef: Mdrrrrrrrrrrr, normal you ask me the question you!

Me: Oh yeah!

Youssef: You don't think we know, do you?

Me: But what are you talking about?

Youssef: You're not in Lyon, you went to Toulouse to abort your b*tard!

I didn't understand when he told me that, what is he talking about?

They all knew it was for my internship!

Me: Huh? What are you talking about? I'm in Lyon for my hmar internship!

Youssef: SHUT UP, BOUCHRA SHE CAME CRYING AS WHAT SHE CANNOT KEEP THE SECRET, SHE TOLD THE PARENTS THAT YOU HAVE GONE TO HAVE AN ABORTION, IT'S FOR HER THAT YOU ARE NOT TALKING TO YOU MORE, BECAUSE YOU ARE DOING HRAM!

When he told me all that, I felt my heart flinch, no no it's not possible my sister she couldn't hit me like that it's not true, I was speechless, in shock!

Me : …

Youssef: You have nothing more to say there, filthy!

Beep, beep, beep!