The next day, Aisha gave the Bassou Tassekourt contact with her close friend residing in Taghzout; Aabi Taboazizt. Tassekourt who knew the intimate relationship that existed between Aisha and Taboâzizt Bassou, understood in view of that she had not come to congratulate her but for something else.
advantage of lively discussions and bustle which filled the room, Taboâzizt approached the girl. She whispered in his ear the details of his escape plan.
- I'll wait after tomorrow at dawn, I'll wait at home. You have come empty handed, the people of the family should have no suspicion.
Tassekourt not believe his ears.
- I do not dream? Is it possible that such a day comes? Thank you my God!
The sun is lavished on 15 July arrived to warm the atmosphere, always cold these high altitudes. Tassekourt wore a n'ouchegual (Reaper) with his djellaba man, his sickle on the shoulder and his straw hat with wide brim (tarazel) in which she had concealed his thick hair. She walked right by one step clear, to stay in the middle of his two companions, Ali and Outamghart M'ha, both dressed in reapers also. Its large size, fitness, enabled him to easily adopt the attitude and the men's movement while walking. Even his mother would not recognize this. The trail was narrow they borrowed, he forced them to walk one behind the other. They walked in silence. Ali Outamghart devant.Il was wearing a small shoulder bag. As walked Taskourt His joy was reborn. The route was very picturesque, it followed the upper course of Oued Laâbid (assif nouirine), the hilly terrain was covered with oaks. Ahead of them are staged majestically crowns of Mouaskar. M'ha showed taskourt fresh tracks of a wild boar.
About ten o'clock in the morning they arrived at the hamlet of scattered Igourdane.
Tassekourt was intrigued and anxious at the exit of Taghzout felt at the sight of this hamlet, a little safe. Addressing the husband of his aunt and she called Khali M'ha, the husband of his cousin
- I really do not know how thank you. His voice vibrated with an emotion so strong that it was close to tears and she added: I was like a sheep waiting to go to the slaughterhouse, you saved me.
- It is not even the thanks, "said M'ha, not the urge, it is only halfway to our destination. What would we do if we continued Oubaw? It could send iârimen (young) everywhere in our research. And it does not say that we do not end up halfway. And it all flanked by earth!
Outamghart Ali, who had repeatedly thought about this event objected confidently:
- worry, Oubaw will not act thus, what matters to him is to save face. He will not shout from the rooftops that Tassekourt did not want him and she fled.
"But then, what will you it? It will still not let go without doing anything, "asked M'ha.
- According to me, "said Ali, this will require more than a few tantrums and a few big fights with Oujaghrour.
A smile lit up the beautiful face of the girl and her heart was filled with a joy that had the taste of revenge. And ironically, she said
- I do not care, what will happen to them all. They
short circuitérent Igourdane the village to get faster and also not to meet people, they followed a narrow path, drawn by goats, rocky glissant.Des partridge flew away at their approach. Up the trail, they entered a beautiful glade, at the center of a cedar forest. After a few hundred yards they came to a source who gave nothing to see, the idea of freshness. They washed their faces blackened by the dust of the road and buvèrent with gusto. They lunched at the foot of a centuries-old cedar. The meal was simple fact of dates and bread, and especially good mood. M'ha turned to Taskourt and said
- Oubaw must be furious, they must boil like a hot source of Moulay Yacoub.
Taskourt laughed. From a laugh that she had not long ago.
Outamghart Ali smiled in turn and ordered to get started:
- Come on, we still have a good trot ahead. They took the last track was well marked, its banks were wooded in places.
After the call to prayer el Asr, they finally arrived at their destination, the beautiful village Izza Atmane.
Tassekourt was received at Uncle M'ha and of his beloved wife Taoudouhante with large dinghies. She was dead tired, but his strength increased tenfold joy. Aicha
Bassou, Rabha, Hajjou and other female relatives had gathered in a group happy to chat at length with the girl who found her inner calm.
Ouadichane was thrilled, he praised his beloved modestly before going into the room where the men stood. He kept thanking Ali Outamghart M'ha and for their invaluable help.
In the courtyard of the house, helping his uncle M'ha to sacrifice a sheep. The atmosphere was festive.
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