At the crow of the rooster, Divya woke up and had her breakfast.
What should I cook for lunch? she asked herself.
Okay, it will be perfect for a hard-working day, she said with a smile.
She took carrots, cassava, beets, a potato, and coconut. She blended everything, poured the mixture into a thermos which she placed in ice, then went to take a shower before getting dressed to go to work.
Good morning, Catherine.
Good morning, Divya, replied Catherine.
How was your night?
It went well, and yours?
I'm fine, thanks.
Then she got to work. During the day, Catherine called her.
Divya!
Yes, I'm here.
Someone sent you flowers!
What?
You've been sent flowers.
Who is it?
I have no idea.
How come I'm receiving flowers?
Here, take them.
Thanks…
Hey, look, there's a note!
Let me take a look.
She read:
"Hello my darling, I haven't checked in on you yet, I hope you're doing well. I miss you a lot, kisses to you. From Ritshy to my dear Divya."
Divya was stunned and delighted.
I didn't know you had a lover! shouted Catheline.
Are you lacking work lately? I can find you some!
No, no, it's fine, I'm going. I have a lot to do.
I hope so!
Alright, madam lover.
You…
Okay, okay, fine, I'm leaving now!
Don't forget to close the door!
Okay, okay.
After Catherine left, Divya looked around. Seeing no one, she jumped from her chair and began to laugh, kissing the note several times.
How romantic he is! It's really sweet of him.
After work, she went home, took a shower, and lay in front of the TV. Suddenly, her phone rang.
Hello?
Good evening, my darling.
Ritshy, is that you?
Yes, my sweetheart.
How are you, handsome?
As soon as I heard your voice, I felt better.
Hmmm, how was your day, honey?
Good, but tiring. And yours, my doll?
It was good.
Did you think of me?
You were on my mind all day.
You haven't left my thoughts since the day I first saw you...
The next day, after work, Divya was surprised to see Ritshy waiting at the company entrance with a bouquet in hand.
Good evening, my sweetheart.
Good evening, darling, she said, hugging him. Why are you here? Shouldn't you be at work?
I finished early. I thought we could eat together. How does that sound?
Okay, let's go.
During dinner, Ritshy said:
I was thinking of taking you to my place. I know your home, but you don't know mine.
Don't your sisters live there too?
Of course.
Is that appropriate?
It won't be a problem.
Alright, no worries.
After eating, they walked hand in hand and went to his place.
Saturday came. Ritshy took Divya to his home to introduce her to his sisters.
Is my outfit okay? she asked on the way.
Don't worry, you're beautiful no matter what you wear.
I'm serious. Is anything missing?
You're stunning.
Hmmm.
Are you nervous?
A little.
No need, relax.
I can't.
Try.
Okay.
We're here.
This is the place?
Yes, come in.
Hello!
Hello, replied Ritshy's sisters.
Divya, let me introduce you to my sisters: the oldest one named Nadège, and the second one Jenny.
They sat down and ate together.
It was a pleasure, Divya! exclaimed Jenny.
One day after work, Ritshy sat on a swing, lost in thought.
I wonder how my darling is doing. I haven't heard from her since this morning… Her birthday is coming. I need to plan a surprise.
The next day on her way to work, Divya accidentally bumped into a passerby.
Oh, I'm really sorry! It wasn't intentional! she cried.
Don't you have eyes? Can't you watch where you're going?!
Nadège? Is that you?
Yes, it's me! And you can't pay attention?
It really wasn't intentional!
Don't think that just because you're my brother's girlfriend, you can do whatever you want!
But I apologized...
Disturbed, Divya arrived at work, but the incident kept replaying in her mind.
Was it really her? Was it really Ritshy's sister?
On his side, Ritshy got home.
Ritsh!
Nadou! How are you? Your day?
Don't ask! It was ruined by your so-called girlfriend!
What do you mean?
I ran into her this morning. She bumped into me.
Don't make a big deal out of it, she probably didn't do it on purpose.
She's your girlfriend, you'll always take her side!
Don't say that, sweetie. Nothing is more important than my dear little sister.
Hmmm, that's more like it.