Chapter 08

I had listened to Naomie's story and lost my language. I didn't know what to say anymore and directly I had lost the hatred I was beginning to have for women. A woman, a mother suffering because she wants to help her daughter build her future. Naomie had her head on my shoulder, still crying. I had straightened her up and she faced me.

—Do you really love your mother? She nodded.

- In this case, you must stop crying. Pray! Everything goes well in joy. I know that your mother will not die. Stay positive like me! Tell me! Did you eat anything today?

—No sir, but I'm not hungry.

- How are you not hungry? You are going to buy something to eat. There are good ladies who sell just at the front of the hospital.

—No sir, I'm not hungry. What I want is to see my mother.

—What would you like to eat? I'll go buy it to you myself.

—Sir, I'm not hungry, don't worry!

I was talking with Naomie about what she was going to eat when the Doctor left the room where Naomie's mother was. We rushed to see him:

—Doctor, how is my mother? Is she doing well? What is she a doctor? Is my mother going to die?

—Not my daughter. Your mother will not die and she is doing well. At the moment, she is sleeping.

As Naomie was in a hurry to see her mother I had let her talk to the doctor and after their discussion the doctor came to me.

—Good evening, is it you Mr. Richy?

—Good evening Doctor, is it me, how is she doing?

- She is doing well and she has nothing serious. It's malaria and also it suffers from the lack of vitamin and calcium, nothing more. It also seems that she does not sleep under an impregnated mosquito net.

—Thank you Doctor! And apart from that? Does she risk anything? If so, tell me so that we can settle right away!

- Mr. Richy, she is doing very well now. She will be able to go home tomorrow.

—Thank you very much Doctor! Please take a good look at Naomie too!

—The girl? What is she suffering from?

—Apparently nothing! But she lives with her mother. Examine it too!

—So, let her follow me!

—No no sir, I have nothing at all. Don't worry! You have done too much for us. Said Naomie.

—What do you say Naomie? In your opinion, is money more important than the well-being of the human being? Doctor, she will come to see you shortly because she wants to go eat.

—Well, Mr. Richy.

The doctor had left and Naomie wanted to talk but I had not given him a choice. I had driven him outside and we had something to enjoy. She who told me that she was not hungry ate quickly. Once finished, we entered the hospital again and his mother had already woke up.

The doctors had allowed us to see her and we had entered the room where she was. Naomie was really happy to see her mother. She began to ask him how she had done it and she introduced me to her mother. I had talked a little with his mother and told her to go and pay for food. What she had done. I was always with them when my phone rang. I got the call and it was my mother. My sisters also called me and my father. I don't know what was happening to me because I really felt happy that night. I was forced to spend the night in the hospital with Naomie and her mother.

The next day...

Naomie had already gone to see the doctor and he had prescribed medications that I had paid for as well as those of her mother. She and her mother were just thanking me.

Naomie's mother was released and we took the road. Once at Naomie's, she thought I was going to drop them off in their house and leave but she was wrong because I didn't intend to leave them in this poorly built house filled with insects and others. Naomie had approached me and begins by thanking me:

—Mr. Richy, thank you very much for everything you have done for us. God bless you! Let God! I am happy to have met you and I really thank the Lord if not without you my mother...

Naomie had started crying again. This girl is suffering. This Rose who does not know what it is like to be a real woman had everything at her disposal while this polite, respectful and beating girl suffers as well as her mother.

—Naomie, I have repeatedly refused you not to cry anymore. Why are you continuing? If you continue, I will go home. At these words, she wiped her tears and answered me.

« But sir, no matter my tears, you will leave us from one moment to the next because you have no connection with us and also you have your house.

—You're right, but one thing... Don't call me sir anymore! My name is Richy PLUME. How old are you?

- I am 22 years old. I didn't quickly return to school after my father's death.

- OK, it's understood. It is already seven o'clock. Let's go home!

- Where are we going?

—At home. You will live with me from now on and I will... Naomie threw herself around my neck, she squeezed me so hard.

—Thank you very much, Mr. Richy. I was even thinking about how to find a mosquito net for my mother.

—The ball is in your court now Naomie and stop calling me sir! Get to me now! Take what you want to take with you and we will take the road. It's even next door.

—Are you really serious?

—Do I look like a joker?

—Oh no! I am overflowed with joy.

With speed, she put away the things she wanted to take with you. Her mother had already woke up and she was surprised when her daughter told her that they were going to move. Once everything was ready, we all got into the car and drove them home.

Once at home, I help Naomie get their belongings out and install them in one of the rooms. The latter had decided to share the same room as her mother, which I refused. She has to let her mother rest. There is something to contain several people. I was thinking about what they were going to eat when Naomie comes to see me.

—Richy, where can I make fire in the house?

—Why are you asking for this?

—I want to prepare dinner.

- Yes, I'm thinking about that but we can buy food tonight first and tomorrow we'll think about how to prepare.

—No. I'm not used to buying meals so we're going to prepare.

—Okay. But it is late.

—What do you mean? Check the time on your phone!

– It's 8pm

—And it's late? Not really. Naomie had left me and began by looking for where she was going to make fire to prepare and I stopped her.

—Naomie!

—Yes, here I am

—What do you want to prepare?

—I want to prepare the dough.

– I don't like to eat the dough too much

- So, you want to force me to accept that we buy food, don't you?

—No no.

—What do you want me to prepare then?

– Rice

—Okay. I'll go buy everything I need next door.

—No, Naomie! Go look in my room and you will see everything you need. There's gas so that's what you're going to prepare it with.

– Gas?

—Yes-Yes. You don't know how to use it?

—No.

—OK, don't worry, I'll help you.

– Okay Richy

Naomie had gone to my room to take everything necessary to prepare. I was looking at her and she made me think of my sisters. I help her start the gas and she starts preparing. Naomie had finished cooking and we went to the table. After one, everyone had gone to their room to go to bed.

To be continued...

RICHY PLUME-RAM

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