Page 133 of Not My Type
You have no choice Michelle.
“No mi never plan for it,” I tell her and she sighs in defeat.
She applies more lipgloss to her already glossy lips then glance at her phone. “A after eight now and Nickoi a come by 9:00.”
Mi affi get ready 9:30 fi meet the event planner. “Okay mi baby.”
ZARA
I smile at myself in the mirror after I’m done strapping up my pink bridget slippers. I stare at it, wiggling my toes. Mi hope yuh nuh plan fi live in a this, my subconscious says. Ah bwoy.
When I’m done looking at myself I walk out and find my mother fixing Mama’s wig. Mama hot essi. “Mama a you that?” I exclaim, closing my door behind me.
They burst out in laughter. “Yes mi dear,” Mama says.
Mommy looks at me. “What a way you look good. No sah the two a unuh come out mon.” She’s smiling from ear to ear. “A cya out a my womb this yah pretty girl come from,” she puts her hands on her waist.
She dramatic bad enuh.
I smile. After all, I’m my mother’s daughter. The only thing is I get my father’s face features. That’s all. Other than that, mommy is my twin. Body shape, mannerisms. Everything.
“Mommy how you mean? Look how you nice?” I say to her.
“You is a nice piece a gyal,” my mom continues and I smile. “Then again look how fi mi big woman mother look like a teenager,” she says, looking at Mama.
I’d like her to spend the day with us there. “Mi wish you did a come,” I say to mommy, hoping she’d say yes.
“No sah, enjoy unuh self mon.”
I sigh. “Nickoi would a love fi carry all of us,” I try again.
“No mi never plan for it,” she insists.
Not feeling satisfied with my lips I apply more of my fenty ‘give it-to-me’ lipgloss. Riri’s products are top tier.
“Okay a after eight now and Nickoi a come 9:00,” I say.
“Okay mi baby,” she says and I take out my phone. Mi wah know if Nickoi on him way.
NICKOI
The moment Zara starts calling me I know that she’s ready. Shit and mi nuh deh nowhere near har. Plus mi cya answer right away because I’m already on an important call with Rick. I have Talia with me and by that I mean I took her from her house but I didn’t take her by force. Even though in a way I did force her against her will– just not physically. The houses are too close for me to abduct her and I don’t see the need to when she have ears fi listen. And she well an’ know say mi nuh ramp so when me talk she affi listen. Mi nuh care bout har attitude cause she cya deal with me certain way.
“Dawg mi a drop her off a your place, just keep har deh fi me,” I say to Rick.
“Bad man the phone deh pon speaker?” he asks and I disconnect the speaker.
“Not now,” I say. “Wah’m?”
“Ah if you a carry har mi nuh wah she see mi new place,” he says.
“Never plan fi mek she see it dawg yuh mad? Just ensure she stay there. No phone no nutt’n,” I tell him. He’s still grieving so he’s not his true self right now and mi totally understand.
“Alright,” he says and hangs up.
“Lo siento, no quise hacer todo este,” I hear her say.
(I’m sorry I didn’t mean to do all this.)
