SALEWA ET SES AMIS FANTÔMES partie 3 #pourtoii #pourtoii #histoire #fyp #histoirevrai

Amanda looked at her, paralyzed by fear, as the spirits were silent in the dark. She began to wave the wind, to drink the river, and to pile up huge dignymes in large mortiers. In another corner of the kitchen, women fought immense sea-like battles with their strength. Others held up against the fire of violent wood, moving huge pieces of sauce in the air. The heat in the kitchen was all fountains, but the spirits never stopped to rest their sweat. They worked, still, and still. Then, in more attentive observation in the lighten table, Amanda's heart stopped almost beating. She began to recognize their faces, the man who suffered with energy on the fire of wood. She was her neighbor. The old man, still, was filled with strong pain in the water and water. Now, she understood why. The man who took the most heavy bags of rice was the worst of her best friend. And the woman who quickly cut the pants of the old women was the surrogate sister of Dakara at the Carfour du Village. Then, the terrible truth broke Amanda's face. Every spirit she worked in this kitchen was a regular customer of her. All those who ate her delicious food were drunk. Their bodies were visible in their homes. But their souls were here, forced to work free at night. During this time, Saléwar stayed in the middle of the brunt kitchen, her arms crossed to watch her breathe. She walked slowly between them, as a cruel master of her work. She pointed at her finger, she gave them orders. More quickly, this poor girl took good care of this garment. The customers of the morning will arrive soon. The spirits didn't respond. They couldn't protest. They couldn't rest. Amanda posed to her hand on her mouth to make a cry. She found out what she had been lucky to have. If she had obeyed them, she wouldn't be alone in the kitchen. Her soul would also be in a pile of lines at the same time. Exactly at 5 o'clock in the morning. Saléwar went to her house in the woods. She went out to the new house with her red hat. She turned three times in the air. Then, three times in her hands. Instantaneously, the spirits stopped working. They stopped their horses and disappeared into the house. Returning to their dormitory body, through the entire village of Lumeka. The kitchen was silent. Perfectly clean. She filled up ten large farmhouses of delicious food. Amanda said Saléwar went back to the restaurant to open the main doors. Some of them found out that the passage was free. She glanced discreetly through the little window and went to run out of all her forces. She didn't go home. She ran straight to the village. Under the big central tree, the chiefs and the elders were already together for their morning meeting. Amanda didn't fall asleep in the shower. She ran away. She cried. She was surprised to hear it. She told them everything she saw. The red hat, the white cloths. The work forced the spirits to sleep. They watched their own friends' lives. Their own neighbors. She explained to them that their men would wake up every morning. Because their men spent the night on the line and washed the marmites at Saléwar. The place of the village is totally silent. During a few seconds, no one speaks. Then suddenly, the chiefs and the elders were able to laugh. A strong laugh. Mokers. Uncredible. As if Amanda had come to tell the story the most absurd things she ever heard.