Page 124 of Not My Type
Jah know. Zara nah help at all. She only a make man anger flare more. I take a deep breath.
“Arite the thing over?” I ask. Mi really need fi drink some Henny but I don’t want to drink too much and drive them.
“Wah happen?” She asks again. I want to shout at her. A so she make mi feel right now.
“Why yuh so nagging?” I ask, staring directly at her.
“Mi nagging?” She asks with an attitude pissing me off a little more.
I start having a headache and I know it’s because of Zara. She really is a headache and I don’t want to raise my voice at her. But she a mek it hard fi me.
“Mi come here and yuh look like yuh wah kill somebody and I’m showing concern because I care and you a seh mi nagging?” She argues to herself.
This shit crazy yow. The way how mi affi a exercise self control. She looks at me. “Is it a phone call? Somebody dead?” She asks. No, somebody bout fi dead.
“Answer me, somebody rob you?” She continues. My anger flares again.
Somebody can annoying so!?
“Nuh ask me nutt’n,” It comes out harsh. I come out of the car and slam the door. I walk to the side where they have a pipe and wash my face. Someone comes behind me.
“You alright?” It’s Eva, her eyes locking onto mine as I shift to meet her gaze.
“Mi good,” I say walking back to my car. I open the door and find Zara crying. Jah Jah. Like Zara wah drive man crazy today dawg.
“I am not trying to bother you I-I am just concerned because I care,” she sobs.
I sigh. “Look I am sorry,” I apologize before I sit in the car and she takes up her purse. She opens the door getting out.
Weh she a go? “Weh yah go?” I ask, annoyed. This is what I hate about her. She just stubborn and annoying sometimes.
She opens the back door and sits in the back. “Mi nah sit beside yuh,” she sobs. Jah know. I shake my head.
39. PRIVATE
Nickoi
I stare through the window as Zara sobs in the back of the car. I hate that she’s crying because of me, but she’s just so stubborn. Jah know.
“Zara?” I say, looking at her in the rear view mirror and she rolls her eyes.
“Don’t talk to me Nickoi,” she says wiping her tears. I sigh. “Yuh lucky,” she says. I shake my head.
Mi can never understand Zara enuh. I watch her for a while as she wipes her tears before I open the car door. I pull the back door and she moves over.
I hold her hand. “Come yer,” I say.
“Mi have times when mi rather be alone and just think yuh know...” I start, unsure of what to tell her. She doesn’t look at me but I continue.
“So like what we have going on is my escape. Sometimes mi wish mi nuh affi leave yuh, doh get me wrong but mi cya gwaan like seh mi nuh have a chaotic life outside of this... weh mi a work on,” I say to her.
“It nuh hurt fi talk Nickoi,” she pouts. I know, but this shit just complicated.
“Mi know that but wah mi a guh talk bout when mi nuh understand wah even a gwaan? And a that’s why mi need fi think,” I explain.
“... and mi affi do that alone.”
She sighs. “Okay.... so wah get you so mad to the point weh yuh affi ruff me up?” She asks.
