Page 139 of Not My Type
Nickoi looks at her briefly before he responds. “A mi brand mon,” he snakes his arm around me. I smile, getting comfortable in his arms, eyes on Gavin and Sash talking about the cake sale.
“Mi seh mi go take fruit cake weh comin like dem dash wah big sup’m a rum in deh mek cas it mek mi drunk like a bat,” Gavin laughs.
We laugh. Except Nickoi, his eyes are glued to his phone. As usual. Mi doubt him even a listen Gavin dem.
“Nuff yuh nuff,” Sash says before she falls to the ground. “Woiiie mi cya bother!” she laughs.
“Nuff mi nuff yes,” he admits.
Mama looks at them. “Arite mi a watch mi show. Keep it down,” she tells them.
“Alright Mama,” Gavin says, trying to hide his laugh before he looks back at Sash and starts whispering. Him naav no chill thou?
“But fi real mi cya believe seh wah cake mek mi feel like mi drink all 10ciroc,” he says in a whisper loud enough for me to hear. Him cya even whisper.
“You a light head all one beer can drunk yuh,” Sash laughs out. Mama looks at them again.
“Mi seh mi wah hear wah Micheal a seh,” she’s annoyed.
“Sorry Mama,” he apologizes. You can tell that she’s irritated as she shakes her
legs slowly watching the TV.
She’s watching My Wife And Kids. Mama love Michael essi wid he foolishness dem everyday. My mother walks out of the kitchen, she was talking on her phone. “Watch yah? So everybody deh yah,” she smiles, eyeing everyone.
“Yes,” Sash gets up.
“A wah cas you fi deh a grung?” Mommy asks her.
“Laugh mi did a laugh Aunty,” she sits down and Gavin chuckles.
Mommy smiles at her before she looks at Nickoi. He doesn’t realize because his eyes are glued to his phone. I touch him. “Wah gwaan Nickoi?” she asks him.
“Deh yah mon,” he retorts.
“Alright,” she looks over at the others and Nickoi looks back at his phone. I try to peep but I’m unable to see anything because his phone has a privacy screen. It well dark. Why him even need that?
“Mi done cook enuh, unuh ready fi food?” Mommy asks and I nod, looking away from Nickoi’s phone. Gavin and Sash spring up immediately walking towards her, making me laugh.
“Unuh two mek different,” I laugh.
“Mi hungry gyal,” Gavin playfully hiss.
“A really brother and sister unuh be,” Mama chimes in with a chuckle, looking back at the TV.
Mommy looks at babe. “Nickoi you want food? A brown stew chicken and rice,” I look at him and he shakes his head no. Why? I don’t know why but I’m offended. Laad God Zara him just nuh wah no food and you a question it?
“Arite,” she walks into the kitchen.
“Why?” I stare at him hard.
“Wah yuh mean why?” he asks annoyed, looking away from his phone.
“You a judge me moth–” he interrupts me.
“Zara why me would a judge yuh mother? Mi just nuh eat dem thing deh,” he breathes.
I give him a crazy look. “Oh yuh too nice fi chicken? Wah yuh eat Wagyu steak and sushi?” my attitude stink.
