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Aymen: What conversation?

Me: Or she said I was a khemdja (my throat is knotted), and also that you wasted your life choosing me.

Ayman: …

Me: So you chose me?

Aymen: Please don't talk to me about that.

Me why ? do you regret marrying me?

Aymen: Stop Isleym!

Me: NO ANSWER!! YOU REGRET THAT'S HIS??

Aymen: SHUT YOUR MOUTH!! YEAH I REGRET YOU BREAK MY BALLS ALL THE TIME WHO DIDN'T REGRET??

Waaahou, the shock then he regretted our marriage?

PART 19:

Aymen: SHUT YOUR MOUTH!! YEAH I REGRET YOU BREAK MY BALLS ALL THE TIME WHO DIDN'T REGRET??

Waaahou, the shock then he regretted our marriage?

Me: Are you sorry?

Aymen: VASY GET UP, WE'RE GOING IN!!

Without a word, I got up and walked to the car.

I arrived before him and I waited for him, once MONSIEUR finally arrives, I can't even tell you the look he gave me.

He opened the doors and we walked inside.

All the rest of the way, we did it in silence, arrived at the house, I walked very slowly, I felt uncomfortable and I didn't want to find myself face to face with him, I had taken the trust him, I knew that.

I was disgusted, I would have liked so much that with his mother it could be arranged but apparently it will probably never be arranged.

Finally got home, I went to the bedroom, I changed, I put on my pajamas and I went down to the garden. As I said at the beginning there was a swing, I started to make it.

It was 7 p.m., it was not yet dark outside, since it was May, summer was approaching I was looking at the sky, when Aymen arrived:

Aymen: Isleym I'm hungry!

Me : …

Aymen: Oh I'm talking to you!

Me: What do you want? you regret this marriage, so I don't have to take care of you, get on with it!

Aymen approached me and lifted me from the swing.

Aymen: WHO ARE YOU TALKING TO?? LITTLE BITCH

Me: Get off me, I don't want you to touch me get off me.

At the end of my sentence, Aymen took my arm and took me to the living room, he pinned me against the wall and my head banged hard against the wall:

Aymen: Ah you don't want me to touch you now, do you?

Me: Let me go please.

Aymen: Shut up, where is your problem?

Me : …

Aymen: (tapping against the wall): ANSWER ME WHEN I TALK TO YOU!

Me: Aymen calm down please.

I was shaking, I was really afraid that he would hit me.

Aymen: (stepping back from me): Wait! What is your shaking like that?

Me: Nothing Aymen, just calm down I beg you.

Aymen: Is your fear of me that? My wife she's scared of me now huh!

He took a vase that was placed in the living room and exploded it against the opposite wall, in shock I screamed: Aaaaaaaaaaaaah!

Aymen became uncontrollable, he banged against the walls, threw everything that came into his hand, and I was sitting against the living room wall, my head in my hands cried like crazy.

After Aymen was all broke in the living room, he took his jacket and left.

I got up, and desperately started to clean up all the mess Aymen had just made.

Once finished, I made a plate of fries with a steak for Aymen, I put it in the microwave and I went to bed.

**

In the night, I hear someone come into my room, I panicked I was afraid that a psychopath was in my room, but I recognized Aymen was advancing slowly in the room, and took off his clothes.

He was doing everything slowly, as if not to wake me up, but I was already up.

Me: Aymen?

Aymen: Aren't you sleeping?

Me: No, I woke up.

Aymen: Sorry, I didn't do it on purpose.

Me: It's nothing, don't worry.

Aymen: Are you tired?

Me: Yes, but I can't sleep.

Aymen: Mdrrr, wait I'm coming, we'll talk.

He came into bed, lifted my head, and laid it on his chest.

Aymen: (stroking my hair): Are you mad at me?

Me: No Aymen, but you scared me.

Aymen: I don't want you to be afraid of me, I know Isleym that more than once I hit you, I know I went too far with you, But hak Allah (I swear on God); Which I regret.

Me: But if one day you start again?

Aymen: I wouldn't do it again.

Me: How can I be sure?

Aymen: Do you love me?

Me: Huh?

Aymen: Do you love me?

Me: (quietly): Yes.

Aymen: I saw you once.

Me: Huh?

Aymen: Before I married you I had seen you.

Me: Or?? When ?

Aymen: Did you see Bouchra, I was with her, but I didn't give a damn about her life, she pissed me off every day so that we could see each other so one day I accepted and she wasn't ugly you saw , so we got together, one day she showed me pictures of her and there was one where you were with her.

Me : …

Aymen: You were with her, and I thought you were cute, it was obvious that you were still just a child, and I think that's what I liked about you, then Bouchra she spoke to me about you like what you was his girlfriend, that you had to pass the baccalaureate soon and everything.

Me: You were with her before we passed the baccalaureate?? and she never told me!

Aymen: Yeah, but cut me not your race.

Me: mdrrr go ahead.

Aymen: And one day I met you I was in the car you were waiting to cross the road and I recognized you, I knew where you lived, nobody ever talked about you, you seemed to be a good girl .

So I decided to khtob you (ask for your hand), I had spoken to my mother about it, she didn't want me, she wanted me for Bouchra, but she wasn't a girl, so I always refused.

Then when my father fell really ill, and he asked me to get married, I came to your house, but you weren't there, you were in Lyon.

So your family told me that they couldn't answer for you, Then Bouchra when she learned that I had asked you she was going crazy, so she said of you that you left aborted so that I refuse that you are my wife, but despite her I have not changed my mind about my request.

Me: But why did she make it all up?

Aymen: She wanted me, I wanted you, you went to Lyon when she also wanted to go there.

Me: Did you believe it Aymen?

Aymen: Believed in what?

Me: That I was more of a virgin?

Aymen: I don't even know, the misery I made you was not against you, I had problems, I was never at home, I was too proud to tell you that this marriage is I who wanted it.

I wanted to talk to you but I couldn't so it came out in blows.

Me: Ah

Aymen: Earlier when you were scared, you have to understand Isleym that it's over I won't touch you anymore!

I do .

Aymen: do you believe me?

I do .

Aymen: (in my ear): I love you.

Me: Me too Aymen

…

PART 20:

Aymen: (in my ear): I love you.

Me: Me too Aymen

*

The month of May has passed, here we are at the beginning of June.

That morning, I get up and Aymen is not next to me.

Weird, because they never get up before me.

I get up slowly, and go to the shower when I hear noises in the living room.

I slowly approach the stairs, and slowly descend them when I hear:

Aymen: DAMN ARE YOU NOT SERIOUS??

?: Yes poto, they're on us there, either it's the cops or it's them

I recognized Sofien's voice.

Aymen: MISS MORE THAN HIS!! WHEN EVERYTHING HAS TO BE SET UP ITS PART IN CU*LL!!

Sofien: We have to leave Aymen!

Aymen: Let's leave Sofien, are we fags to leave like us?

Sofien: It's out of the question, her whore Aymen, you're married, do you want it to go like the last time?

Ayman: …