…As usual, on Fridays Jores works until 10 p.m. This day around 11 am I receive the visit of Farel, a friend of Jores. He walks in and sits down, asks me if Jores is there, I'm surprised because he's supposed to know he works until 10 p.m. He tells me he forgot. He decides to wait for her anyway.

Arole: Call him to inform him.

Farel: I will, don't worry.

When I turn to leave, he calls me.

Farel: Arole! Please come back here.

Arole: is there a problem?

Farel: Actually I came here to talk to you.

Arole: Talk to me? enough to ?

Farel: You know, you're a good girl. And I like you very much. And I don't think Jores deserves to have you with everything he does. That is why…

Arole: Sorry, stop your sorcery there! What's your problem ? Ehhh really! What are you telling me that about? Did I ask you something?

Farel: Listen first! Jores is not like you think...

Arole: sorry, get out of here. I didn't ask you anything. You're not even ashamed. What do you want to do like that? Someone who considers you a brother, you come…eeh ah.

He himself felt that he couldn't have me with that. My gaze made him get up to leave. If there's one thing I love about myself, it's the way I respond tick to tock, especially when I'm having trouble seeing something. I understood that he was not a good friend. The kind of back-to-back he wanted to do was blood-eyed, envious, and gravy-slicker. He left without looking back. I have Wanda on what just happened there. I call Jores to tell him everything, it rang several times and he didn't pick up. He must have been busy. But after I thought about it, I decided not to tell him anything. If he tried again, that's where I was going to tell it all. In any case, it didn't surprise me too much because I had already noticed that he was looking at me a little too much, with a seductive look. I understood his intentions that day. A few hours later, my phone rings, it's an unknown number, I take, but the voice tells me something. I wanted to be sure it was him.

Arole: who is it please?

I suddenly get angry when he tells me his name.

Arole: what do you want? Get the hell out of me huh! Bad luck.

Farel: I just want you to know that I really like you. And has been for quite a while. And I want to be with you...

Arole: Who gave you my number first?

Farel: It's not important. But I want to tell you that you will be wasting your time by going to tell all this to Jores. He won't do anything... Because he has nothing to do with you. We share the chicks between us. It's a habit with us.

Arole: Listen to me you bastard! This is the last time you call me. Anything…

Farel: You will realize later that you missed a lot of things. Because I would treat you better than Jores. But OK…

I hung up quickly. He was already pissing me off. And his warnings disturbed me a little. Why did he speak with such assurance? I thought about it and finally decided not to tell Jores for now. Maybe he was going to quit and not try again. I had never had to deal with this kind of situation. I thought about that all the time. I snap out of my thoughts when the doorbell rings. I'm going to open and I'm surprised to see him there at this time of day. It was nearly 4 p.m.

Arole: Cc! You come home early. There's no problem I hope.

Jores: No my tigress! Do not worry. I have to go immediately to Yaoundé to solve a problem. I'll explain to you later. Help me pack my suitcase. Put a lot of shirts there. I have no time to waste, they are waiting for me.

He went to take a bath, and I went to pack his bag. I put everything needed there. About an hour later, everything was ready. Here he is taking his car to leave with two colleagues who have joined him in the parking lot. It was going to be four days. So I decided to return to Douala the next day. Everything didn't go the way I wanted. I wanted the next day to arrive to go home. I sat down to watch. And I was on my phone at the same time. The doorbell rings, I wonder who it could be. I'm going to open… Shit! I do not know what to say. He pushes the door open and enters.

Arole: What's your problem? Leave me alone and get out of here.

Farel: Calm down Arole! I just want to talk.

Arole: I don't want to discuss anything with you. Leave me in peace. I don't want anything with you.

Farel: I know that Jores is on his way to Yaoundé. So until you listen to me, I'm not leaving here. My house is not far. And I can stay here as I want because the concierge knows me very well. It's up to you, you listen to me and I leave, or else I stay here, even to spend the night.

Arole: Bad Luck shall never end! Why are you harassing me like this?

Farel: (sitting down) call it what you want. If you listened to me, I'd almost be done...

Arole: (I cross my arms and look at him with contempt) Yes, tell me! Hurry up and get out of here.

Farell: Alright. Like I said, I really like you. I really want you. I've been secretly wanting you for a long time. I could not any more. You are so beautiful, and your body there, and it shows that you are a good girl who knows how to respect her man. Roof that mixed haunts me. And when I see how Jores wastes his chance, it hurts me. He doesn't know how to treat a woman like you. I just want you to give me a chance. You will see how you yourself will leave him for me. Let's just give it a try, and you'll see who treats you better...

Arole: You've finished I hope! Now go!

Farel: Open your eyes! Jores doesn't like you. He's playing with you and you don't realize it...

Arole: That's enough now. I listened to you, leave then.

Farel: Think about it!

He stays seated, I leave him there and go to the bedroom and lock myself. I went to bed, I didn't know what to do, I didn't know how to handle it. I stay there until 10 p.m., I decide to go out, the guy is still there. Shit ! I call Jores to tell him that Farel is there...

I call without success, he does not answer. Damn, I'm walking around the room, what does Jores do not to take the calls? By this time he should have arrived in Yaoundé a long time ago! Pff, why hasn't he called me since?? He hasn't even bothered to tell me he's arrived…I'll keep watching, the bastards are still cheerfully seated…and Jores who…I'm stopped when I hear my phone ringing, my God! It's Jores...

Arole: darling…?

I'm delirious where I thought I heard a woman's voice? And nobody talks on the phone

Arole: Hello? Jores? Hello ?

Jores: …

Arole: bb why don't you say anything?? Hello !? Jores, you...

He hung up...what's going on?? I try to call back immediately, no one takes, I give up, it's all weird! And that idiot who is there in the living room… what a pain! After a few minutes, my phone rings again, it's Jores...

Arole: Jores??

Jores: yes bb…

Arole: Finally! What happened first?

Jores: what are you talking about?

Arole: you called me earlier, I picked up, but you didn't speak...

Jores: I just saw your missed calls…I called back right away…

Arole: don't mess with me Jores…you called me a few minutes ago…

Jores: Uh...

Arole: Jores, who are you with? And who was it on the phone?

Jores: Arole, you stop with these questions immediately…

Arole: (Furious) don't ask me to stop...

Jores: (irritated on the phone) you change the tone with which you speak to me Arole..

Arole: (raising his voice) and how do you want me to talk to you? Eh ? Like a silly little girl cheering on your foolishness? Jores, you arrived in Yaoundé, you didn't even send me a message to tell me that you are already there, how do you want me to talk to you?

Jores:...

Arole: you don't speak anymore? You gave your tongue to...

Jores: (in a firm, harsh tone) you're changing the way you talk to me…that's the last time I'll say it, I don't want to repeat myself…

It was already going really badly, he spoke so loudly that I didn't have the courage to say a word, I didn't know what to say, what happened! I remained silent trying to figure out how to break this atmosphere…with all this history, am I still going to tell her what I wanted to tell her?? How do I do ? I was thinking when he started talking on the phone again…

Jores: Let this be the very last time you lose your mind talking to me like that!

Arole:…

Jores: Is that clear?

Arole: Y-yes!

Jores: Good! I hope for you ! Now tell me, why did you call me...

What ??? Am I dreaming or is he mad at me?

Jores: Or did you call me just to ask stupid questions? Are you going to talk or not?

Arole: Uh…I called you…

Jores: for what?? Hurry up..

Arole: I wanted to tell you that…uh, Farel is here at home…

Jores: What??? So you call me urgently to tell me that Farel is at home?? Arole don't annoy me more...

Arole: Jores, Farel has been here all day and he...

Jores: That's enough! Arole stop! Farel is at home, where is the problem, so you have to call me?

Arole: but he is here to tell me things...

Jores: (thundering loudly) shut up! You really tire me. You call me at 11 p.m., to ask me stupid questions, and tell me that my friend is at home?? You want me to do what ? Where is the problem ? He's here to keep you company, do you want me to ask him to leave?'

Arole: But…

Jores: but nothing! If you don't have anything important to tell me, don't waste my time. Good night !

Arole: you didn't even let me speak...

Jores: if he's where the problem is, he's keeping you company??

Arole: you think it's normal that...

Jores: That's enough. You wear me out !

Arole: Hello? Jores? Hello ???

No, I'm dreaming, he hung up… ouch, it hurts, I feel my being bruised, my blood boils inside, my heart aches, and I still can't understand what's going on! I hurt, I couldn't stop crying.

Why does Jores treat me like that?