Adja and cheick Ahmed ❤️

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My name is Adja Diallo, I'm 21 years old, and I live in Médina-Coura, a neighborhood in Bamako, with my parents. I come from a modest family: my father, Abdoul Karim Diallo, 48 years old, is a carpenter, and my mother, Safiatou Bah, 45 years old, sells condiments at the market. We are four children. I have two younger brothers and a little sister: Moussa, 17, is in his final year of high school; Brahim, 15, is in the 10th grade; and Habi, 10, is in 5th grade.

A few years ago, I graduated from high school with high honors, which earned me a scholarship to attend the prestigious Sup' Management University. This year, I'm studying Finance Management for my degree, and I can't wait to complete my studies and start working. Seeing my parents struggle to provide for us pains me, and I'm determined to give them a better life. I'm their only hope, and I'm committed to making them proud.

During the day, I work as a waitress at Rayan Restaurant. With my earnings, I can buy clothes and cover a few personal expenses, so I don't add to my parents' financial burden, as they already struggle to make ends meet.

Today is Saturday, and since I don't have evening classes, I work the night shift. On weekends, the restaurant is always packed. I was busy serving customers when the cashier, Aly, called me over.

Aly: Adja, you and Mouna, leave the downstairs service to the others. We have a very important client tonight who has reserved the terrace for himself and his friends. He's the richest man in the country, so make sure everything is perfect.

Us: Okay.

We prepared the terrace carefully and waited. Around 11 p.m., the guests arrived. There were six of them. They sat down, placed their orders, and greeted everyone... except one of them. He was incredibly handsome: chocolate skin, 6'5", rosy lips, a short beard, a refined and elegant nose, and perfectly groomed waves. Nature had truly blessed him, but his eyes were cold and disdainful, as if we had offended him somehow.

We took their orders and served them.

Him: Hey, you!

Me: Are you talking to me?

Him: Yes, come here.

Me: My name isn't "hey." I'm...

I didn't even get to finish my sentence.

Him: I don't care about your name; it's not my problem. And speak to me properly, you filthy wretch!

Me: With all due respect, as a client, I haven't spoken to you rudely. I simply said that "hey" isn't my name. And I don't allow you to speak to me like that...

Him: Or what, little whore?

Me: It's your sister who's a whore!

It slipped out, driven by anger. I barely had time to say "sorry" before he slapped me hard. The slap burned my cheek. This guy had just hit me... He didn't even know me, and he dared to lay a hand on me? Fueled by rage, I slapped him back.

Him: HOW DARE YOU? WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? I'LL KILL YOU! I'M AHMED BEN HAIDARA! A NOBODY LIKE YOU DARES SLAP ME? YOU'LL PAY DEARLY. YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHO I AM, BUT YOU WILL!

He tried to hit me again, but his friends held him back.

One of his friends: Ahmed, calm down, please.

Him: LET ME GO! I WON'T SPARE THIS GIRL. SHE DARED TO TOUCH ME? I SWEAR SHE'LL PAY!

Aly, alerted by the commotion, came to see what was happening.

Aly: I hope there's no problem...

Ahmed: THERE IS A HUGE PROBLEM! I, AHMED, COME TO YOUR RESTAURANT, AND YOU SEND INCOMPETENT PEOPLE TO SERVE ME!

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