* Kendall's POV

This morning my dad asked to see me so I'm going to my parents' house. I like to come to my parents' house, it's the house of my childhood.

No sooner had I walked through the door to my parents' living room than my little sister Annabelle fell into my arms.

''Easy princess.

'' Kendall you came, she says.

'' Yes, I am here.

"Aunty Emmy didn't come with you?

'' No she went to work

''Ah!

It must be said that my little sister from the height of her 13 years loves Emmy, in fact everyone for the most part in my family appreciates Emmy a lot.

"Hum the great Ngnan himself"

I turn around and see my little sister Noella who is just two years younger than Emmy, she is smiling at me.

'' How are you, little one?

'' I'm fine, she says giving me a kiss, where is my sister-in-law?

'' At work.

'' Ah OK !

Mom comes out of the kitchen, I smile when I see her, I love this woman too much.

'' My baby, she says taking me in her arms.

'' Mom.

'' You are good darling ?

'' Yes ​​mom and you?

“Really his mother's son came to visit, we're not going to breathe here anymore, says Noella.

'' You're just jealous that's all, I say.

'' A real jealous, mum says.

We all sit on the armchairs while a servant brings us something to drink.

"Emmy didn't come with you? Mom asks.

'' Hmm I'm going to end up believing that you all like it more than me here.

“You think what Kendall? says Noella, you're already expired in our hearts.

"Don't listen to that one, I just thought she'll be with you, I haven't seen her in two months, do mom.

We start talking and dad joins us then he asks me to follow him into his office so that we can talk just the two of us.

'' I have a deal in Port-Gentil to conclude but I can't go there myself I need someone on the ground, I thought of you.

"How long is it dad?

''Two weeks, I could have sent Gauthier but he doesn't know much about the terrain.

“It's no worries dad.

He looks at me for a moment without saying anything, I know my father he must surely have a delicate subject on his lips.

"What's up dad?

'' How is your wife doing ?

I put my left hand over my head.

“Emmy is fine dad.

"Are you sure Kendall?

'' Yes ​​since I tell you!

'' You know that I am aware of what you do?

I sigh, it was obvious that he didn't just call me just to tell me about the trip, if it was only that he would have just given me a call.

'' Yes ​​I know you know dad.

'' You may not tell me what's going on in your couple as well as your wife who never even complains about you which is surprising, but Kendall your pranks that you do all over Libreville I am informed of all that!

I look at him without saying anything, my father's tone becomes a little harsher.

'' I wonder how your wife manages to keep all this to herself...

He pauses looking at me.

'' I'm fed up with being told that you've been seen with x or y woman other than yours.

“People talk too much.

“It's not like you're hiding or being low key Ngnan.

'' Father…

'' You didn't get married for love with this girl it's true but you agreed that I would find you a wife and this girl, Emmy is a good girl, without stories, and your attitude is not not decent Kendall! Just because she lets you do whatever you want doesn't mean you have to abuse her! Pull yourself together, pull yourself together quickly! Not only do you owe respect to this girl who is your wife in the eyes of everyone and moreover she is the daughter of my friend Anguilet for whom I have great esteem, but also I will not allow you to come and tarnish the reputation of the Ngnan, your nonsense must not tarnish the name of the family, if you cannot prevent yourself from sleeping anyhow and with anyone, I ask you to at least show discretion!

At least there he has the merit of being clear, my father is like me, well I would say that I am like him, we don't talk a lot but when we decide to do it, it's in a clear, direct and precise way. .

* Kendall's POV

At this precise moment I see myself when I was a teenager, my father used to call me in his office to "reframe" me as he himself said so well, it must be said that I was a pretty broken teenager -neck.

When dad called one of us into his office, that is to say my big brother Jeffrey, my many cousins ​​or me, he either just said a few words to us that made us regret our mistakes and warned us about the next we would like to do, either he would give us a beating that made us wise and blameless for a long time and then we would start our delusions again like taking large sums of money without permission from our parents' bank cards that we ended up knowing the codes, traveling from one city to another just for the party with the family boats without telling our parents, getting arrested by the police while drunk, etc., we were real troublemakers but despite here we worked hard at school when we decided to be serious, I believe that it is a characteristic in my family, we are hard workers.

My sisters and cousins ​​have never entered this office to be "reframed" anyway the girls in our family have always known how to hold their own so as not to cross the limits, when we have fathers, uncles and older brothers who bear the name Ngnan it is in your interest to remain wise no matter what character you have because there will always be one among them to show you that there is much crazier than you.

I do not count the number of times my father has "reframed" me in this office, either he did it, that is to say by lecturing me, or he did it physically by punching me that I I'll never forget, my father never used a chicotte with us but well-applied punches, he felt that if you had the guts to screw up and do as you please you should too have enough to receive his blows and when he asked you to also fold your fists to give them back to him it's because he was very angry this time and you had to come out of there in a bad way, but among us who was going to dare give punches to Mr. Ngnan? We were certainly stubborn but not crazy! And even if we tried to give them back to him, we would never have matched my father, we just consumed our blows like men trying to hide our faces and not cry, shame! My brother Jeffrey, he went to this office very rarely, to tell the truth when he went there it was because of a stupidity in which we had led him and he, not being able to let go of us, also suffered, he was always of an obedient nature and without stories my brother unlike me who despite my calm nature I liked to wander around collecting nonsense. But the one who beats all of our recodrs in this office, even counting all my cousins ​​who have been "reframed", is Gauthier, dad didn't even speak with him anymore when he came to his office, he just hit him, Gauthier was a real hothead and he still is, but with a little more maturity.

“Ngnan?

'' Father.

“Did I make myself understood?

'' Yes ​​Dad !

“Good, you can go find your mother and your sisters.

"Okay dad!

I stand up and take a deep breath and then exhale before stepping out of this office.

I'm aware that my dad knows I'm not loyal to Emmy but he never said anything and if he talks about it today he really had to, people are ready to point my finger family at the slightest misstep of one of us, that is to believe that throwing stones at others is a hobby in this country, sinners who judge other sinners, the world is really strange.

I've never been one to expose my private life and I never will be, it's only my infidelity that my father knows about, the rest he doesn't know, I never talk about my life as a couple, fueling the debates has never interested me and Emmy also does the same, I just think that it is only to her sister Sofia that she confides about our couple, Sofia and I only exchange pleasantries when we see each other, but I like her all the same, she's quite calm as a girl.

Lately some things have changed, to be precise I would say that it's been a year since everything changed between Emmy and me, I prefer not to think about it.

I decide to go home, it's one of the rare times in these one year that I come home during the day, I open the door.

" Good evening sir. »

I turn my face to Oumou the housewife, she's holding her bag over her shoulder, she's probably on her way home.

'' Good evening Oumou, Madam is there?

“Yes sir, she's in the bedroom.

'' Good.

“Good evening sir.

“Good evening Oumou.

I go up the stairs, I go to the bedroom where I find Emmy with what seems to me to be photos in her hands, I can't make out very well because I only see the back which is all white, she doesn't notice not my presence.

'' Good evening !

She looks up at me, surprise can be read on her face, she is surprised to see me at home at this hour, I smile.

“Good evening Kendall.

I take off my jacket and then my tie.

“Next week I'm going to Port-Gentil.

'' For how long ?

'' Two weeks !

'' OK.

'' The parents pass you the good evening, as well as the girls.

“Were you there? You didn't tell me you were going.

''I didn't know that I had to report to you on my movements.

She's looking at me.

“Mom wants you to be able to visit her.

'' I'll go see her on the weekend, she replies, putting her photos in her bag.

'' OK.

I go into the bathroom, a shower will do me a lot of good.

**I'm extremely tired but here's your sequel...

To be continued !