Page 132 of Not My Type
“Yah, dat good mon. Just do yuh thing,” my eyes set on the road.
She sighs. “Yuh driving?”
“Yah,” I say, pulling up to Talia’s place. “Soon link yuh,” I disconnect the call and make sure my gun is off safety. Just in case something unexpected happens and I run into Carlos.
I tuck the gun in my waist and cover it with my shirt before I walk out. My eyes scan my surroundings. Everyone is pretty much sleeping. I assume. Di place nuh far from a ghost town enuh. Drop a pin now yuh hear it. Maybe I can count the persons who are awake and moving around on one hand. I open her gate cautiously. Her Bulldog spots me but turns his head. My phone vibrates; indicating that it’s connected to the wifi. Jah Jah.
The door is slightly open. I stop walking, thinking for a while. I decided to check the back instead of the front door. I don’t trust that.
Tell yuh seh you smart enuh.
As soon as I reach the back, I spot her. Her back is facing me with bath pans in front of her. I furrow my brows. Wah she a wash? She nuh have a washing machine?
And a nuh like she kno’ fi wash nutt’n.
“Talia,” It comes out cold, she gasps, knocking over the small pan that she was using and her makeup brushes fall out. Oh.
“ Who deh yah wid yuh?” I circle her.
“ N-no one,” she stutters.
MICHELLE
“Okay that sound good,” I say. Nickoi responsible man.
A good youth, the lady in my head says. I smile.
“Yah mi send you her number in WhatsApp,” Nickoi tells me. Then he continues. “And anything weh yuh wah fi har just deal wid it nuh watch nutt’n, mi can help yuh out zeen?” Sounds rich..
“Alright son, thanks,” I smile and hang up.
I walk back inside and my mother walks out causing me to smile. “But watch mi young mother, you a mussi eighteen,” I laugh.
She’s dressed in a blue floral blouse that I bought for her and a jeans skirt with her black slides.
“Just a guh have little fun with the young people them,” she says with a soft chuckle.
I smile fixing her wig. “A so it fi go mon. Just enjoy yourself.” I tell her. The door pulls and Zara walks out.
Watch mi nice daughta! I smile at Zara while fixing my mother’s wig.
“Mama a you that?” She exclaims as she approaches us and we laugh.
“Yes mi dear,” Mama says in between laughs.
I scan her from head to toe with a radiant smile. “What a way you look good. No sah the two a unuh come out mon,” I grin. My daughter is so pretty. Jesus. And sexy!
“A cya out a my womb this yah pretty girl yah come from,” I say, resting my hand on my waist. She’s such a fashion girl, my baby wanna be me so bad. She’s wearing a white fitted bodysuit, her shorts hugs her thighs, Bridgets on with a silk printed scarf draping loosely over her hair, making her fit pop.
Zara smiles. “Mommy how you mean? Look how you nice?” She asks and I smile. “You is a nice piece a gyal,” I laugh and Mama chuckles.
“Then again look how fi mi big woman mother look like a teenager,” I look back at my mom. No mon.
“Mi wish you did a come,” Zara whines.
Mi cya come baby. “No sah, enjoy unuh self mon,” I say to her.
Her smile fades. “Mommy Nickoi would a love fi carry all of us.” Her face softens as she stares at me. I hate to tell her no.
