Page 114 of Not My Type
Eh. I laugh. “Wah wrong with yuh today?” I ask.
“High,” he jokes.
I close my door and walk out behind my grandma and she gives me a cake to hold. “Mi bake this. Carry it fi me,” she tells me.
Nickoi looks at me, taking the cake. “Get in the bus,” he instructs.
Bossy eeeh?
“ Okay daddy,” I roll my eyes.
He chuckles. “But the father doh like mi cas him hear she call mi daddy oh well,” he sings alkaline’s Spoil You as he walks behind me. So accurate huh?
I realize that the bus is packed but there’s a cross seat available. Hell no! Nickoi moves closer to the door looking in and his face expression is hilarious.
Mi cya manage Nickoi enuh.
“Yuh cya hold in a this,” he says loud enough for everyone to hear.
I look at the cross seat.
Yuh cya sit deh so and hold cake... weh yah go lean yuh back?
Mi nuh like dem seat deh especially when it’s a long journey. Mi back a guh hurt me.
Mi naav no choice though.
My uncle’s wife Marcia looks at Nickoi. “She can sidung desso,” she points at the cross seat.
Nickoi’s sharp brows pulls together. “Where?” his voice sharp, his head moving to the side.
Nickoi feisty.
She hisses. “Mi nuh know a wah yuh exp-”
“Rest it Marcia,” Uncle Rohan interrupts. I’m so glad he did.
Nickoi’s eyes lands on me. “Weh yah go do?”
I shrug.“I don’t know mi go just sit there,” I tell him and he shakes his head.
“I’ll bring you,” he says surprising me.
He looks over at my grandma, gesturing her over. “Come Ms. Sandra,” then walks off.
Things just affi work fi him way doh?
I smile at him, waiting for Mama.
She finally reaches to me. “Yuh cya hold?” I shake my head.
“No, only a cross seat and Nickoi nuh wah me sit there,” once the words are out, she cackles.
“Reminds me of John.”
My mind runs on my grandfather. He died two years ago. “Yuh kno’ say a true?” I laugh.
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