I do not think surprise his mother in the company of another person as your father, an opportunity that everyone. Everyone wants happiness of those most dear to him, the two people who put on this earth. But the definition of this notion of happiness differs from person to person according to his culture, his company's open-mindedness and manners in which he immersed himself at an early age.
However, the opinions converge most often to the island of the heart of childhood, a childhood happy and friendly with two exceptional parents, who stood for eternal happiness. They were beautiful, rich but two hearts animated by the force of passionate love, which was rare and precious, a divine gift for pure souls.
And here is an important element of puzzle of their equilibrium disappears and with whom, while also evaporates, love becomes a pleasant distant memory, their children, tangible evidence of their former life together, but their beauty remains presents, to begin a new life.
I had no objection against the fact that my mother remade her life, but out of pride, I wish she chooses a suitable soul mate. And in my opinion of course, a soul mate should be his age, but not see a young man, age my big brother.
was shameful. And the more I saw, Amira secretly smile, a smile of mockery, the more I felt the blood flowing in my veins as gasoline ready to ignite at any time. My mother
about it did not seem too disturbed by my views. However, she displayed a map of the mother to take her share of revenge by asking me a multitude of questions about the reasons for which I did not retire in recent weeks at home in Sousse.
- Ah! you are here, and I thought that you were too overwhelmed by your studies to return home on weekends. And devouring me a stern look, and my princess, spends his time hanging out in cafeterias and girls zero.
Here, Amira, could not suppress a laugh so loud and then said in a whisper.
- She's right about that.
- Shut up, you like! "I said softly, injecting an angry look. Then I crossed his arms and I stared at her boyfriend, who was not bad at all, a handsome man with green eyes and well built, my kind of guys if I were straight I guess.
As she noticed my gaze to deflect her boyfriend, she spoke up and said proudly, holding his arm.
- Let me introduce Ahmed is a professor of dance salsa and tango!
He smiled and said in his hoarse voice.
- Delighted, you look like your mother's grave.
- I know, asshole!
Finally, I said to myself, but my smile boa, when I became angry, I muttered.
- Me, even!
My mother left me little time to escape this anger, still stuck in my throat, persisted.
- So do not you got going on today?
- The attendance is not mandatory, and then almost no one attends classes, they are printed on a photocopier
- Ah, it's like that then. And raising his voice in front of everyone, this weekend you interest to go! and smiling, your grandma is very angry at you. And you know very well how she became enraged when she becomes.
To explain, in two words, since the divorce of my parents, the authority had passed from my father, his stepmother, co-opted traditional. Even before their divorce, she held the power and liked to give orders to everyone including my father. She was also the distance, a factor responsible for this divorce. And my mother never had any control us.
It was not my father to three children, four with my mother, who was not responsible and independent life. She behaved even after having children, as a girl in their teens, the fruit of a life of little princess, spoiled child of a family, well known and formerly part of high society, but which remains the One of the great bourgeois families in Sousse.
So you can understand it was my mother on my birth certificate, but let my big sister in real life.
- I can not go this weekend, I have a Review on Monday and I prefer to revise in my apartment. And lifting her a look resentful, but I think she would be angry if she would know that you go out with a man's age Mouhaned.
She was silent a moment as setting the record of his defense and returned.
- Your brother is aware!
- And he said nothing?
By exchanging a pleasant look with her boyfriend, she continued.
- No, he's happy cons for me, because he only wants the happiness of her mother and does not react like a kid selfish.
Furious, and ignoring the looks that we pierced for a long time in the cafeteria.
- I'm not selfish, man! you can go out with whoever you want, but not with a guy who's half your age.
There the man called me and said.
- Listen to me, although Yasmine, I love your mother and it's serious between us ...
My mother interrupted her, looking at me nervously.
- This is not the time to explain it to Ahmed, I do not expect your blessing to go out with him! and pointing at me, I'm your mother, your daughter and not to give me orders.
J'ingurgitais difficulty with my saliva and I cried.
- Well, at least go out with a man the age of my father!
- The age of your dad? I want to go out with a man remembering the big loser with whom I spent twenty years, leaving laughter prevail ridiculing himself out with a girl of your age so stop judging me and break my head!
As was the center of the world, in the cafeteria, the owner approached us and said in a nice closer to hostility.
- Please, either you sit around a table, or leave, you block the entrance to the cafeteria and you make lots of noise.
And now, we'd get fired amicably by the owner of the cafeteria. Immediately after, my mother took her boyfriend's hand and injects a look angry without saying a word and a few seconds later, I rush with the girls in the car and we headed for the north star, for a change.
Throughout the road Ilhem was silent as having compassion for me, without finding the words to calm me while Amira, super friendly and refined, never stopped laughing and turning his head toward the window to avoid my angry eyes and a possible argument in our case eyes met.
Once in the cafeteria, they found the rest of the gang of losers from my girlfriend, who did not seem sorry for me, as it laughed at my anger and sadness.
- Hey, girls, cava? Hikmet said, swinging his mat. Then got up and made a big hug and said Amira, I've missed you my pretty!
- You too, asshole! and sat near him and began to play with his mat. I sat with
Ilhem facing them, and Sulaym, lighting a cigarette intervened.
- So you change your mind?
Amira smiled snatched the cigarette butt lips his girlfriend and said, laughing.
- Uh, yes you can say thanks to my mother bitch.
- His mother? Hikmet said, laughing, what she does on Tunis?
Without scruple, Amira continued.
- Well, she hangs out with her boyfriend, is not it sweetie?
Ilhem intervened to grumble.
- Amira Enough!
And as I was at the ends of nerves, ready to explode like a bomb at any minute, I got up without looking, and I walked towards the girls' bathroom. There, I shut myself in the bathroom, I sat down on the bezel, and I started to cry, silently, tears of a wounded heart and humiliated.
A quarter of an hour after washing the face with a shower of hot tears, I opened the door and I walked towards the sink to clean myself, turning the head, by chance, to my right, I noticed the girl who was standing near me was Sahar, the soft line that wanted to go out with me before things became serious between me and Amira.
She looked worried and said, tenderly stroking my face.
- You got the eyes all red! and removing a watchful eye on me. Do not tell me you're the girl who was crying when locked up in the bathroom.
As I said nothing, not daring to shake his head, because I still want to cry, she continued stroking my cheek.
- Cava, I hope! then gave me a towel and went on, stop crying please! and taking my face between his hands, I can not stand to see a sad girl!
Plotting a faint smile, I muttered.
- OK, fine I will not cry over.
It drew a smile and kissed me tenderly on the cheek and continued to her angelic voice.
- You know you got a beautiful smile? then out of curiosity, I hope all is well with you and your girl?
By daring to look into her eyes, I murmured.
- Yes, okay, thank you! and a very low voice is a little family misunderstanding.
leaving his thin fingers, touch my face in a caressing manner she murmured.
- ira, you'll see!
- Yes I know! I say without losing sight.
She devoured a look seduced then held my face between my hands and collaboration a long kiss on the lips. I was pleasantly surprised by this kiss, to the point of wanting more. And when I was looking me this time his lips for another kiss of consolation, my eye fell on it Amira, his arms folded and glued to the back door of the toilet.
Raising a disdainful glance at me, she cried.
- She kisses well, I hope!
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