Page 161 of Not My Type
Sash snaps her fingers. “A that him fi get bout him a fight Aunty fi har money.”
“Mi a call the police cause mi nuh want him in yer no more!” Mama says as she walks outside with her arms around my mother.
Henry tries to hit Nickoi again but the sudden punch to his mouth sends him to the ground then blood starts oozing from the fresh wound on his lips. I hold Nickoi while crying. “Stop please... just stop,” I beg. He turns to me and his face softens.
“Mi a leave right now and mi nah lef yuh, so take up some things,” he tells me and I nod.
“Bwoy yah think him a come in here come run the place and bad mi up in a mi own house!” Henry says, grabbing Mama’s machete. God make him stop nuh.
“Yuh cya bill yuhself!” Sash asks him.
“Betta if yuh gwaan around!” he shouts.
“Mi nah go around enuh!” Sash argues.
“Henry stop,” I say to him.
“Yow. Put dung enuh, cause if yuh make dat touch me, as much as much as mi respect mi ooman and her old lady dem a yasso mi woulda’ blood yuh up, so just easy yuhself, and wul a meds, yer mi a tell yuh?” Nickoi warns.
I look at Nickoi. “Please..” this need fi stop. He sighs.
“Him think him a take weh mi Pitney!?” Henry’s voice blaring. Who him a talk? Kiss mi tooth.
I quickly get my stuff and walk out. Nickoi looks at mommy. “You and Ms. Sandra nah stay here with this wasteman either.”
“Sash go home,” Nickoi demands.
“Mi fraid fi walk go around by miself,” Sash whines, looking up at him dreamily.
“Alright just stay in the car,” he tells her.
“Bout yuh wah come take over mi family!” Henry continues.
“Everything is yuh problem. Clothes in a the barrel, mi money, Zara and even when Nickoi talk to us,” Mommy says from outside. I sigh.
After a while we got in the car. Nickoi drops off Sash at her house before we head to his house in Kingston.
49. BRAWL
Zara
In half an hour we’re at Nickoi’s house, and of course Mama and Mommy are beaming with excitement.
“What a nice kitchen!” Mama says as her eyes move from the marble counter top to the electric stove that’s underneath the silver extractor hood.
The way how Mama love cook she would a love the kitchen. I smile at her before I look back at Mommy. She’s still upset about the whole drama back at the house.
Nickoi walks inside, looking at her. “Yuh good now Ms. Michelle?” he inquires. She breathes out.
“I’m okay man. Thank you so much Nickoi,” mommy smiles. “Mi affi go back tomorrow though.”
“Okay, mi just wah know seh unuh good enuh,” he tells her.
“We a guh alright mon,” mommy tells him before she looks at Mama who is busy looking around the house.
“Tomorrow we affi guh mek the police them talk to Henry,” she says to Mama and I sigh to myself.
Mi just hope him behave himself and nuh do nothing crazy. Mi know fi sure him a guh drink and drunk. “Yes man,” Mama says with a nod. “Him cyaa continue like that.”
