Page 177 of Not My Type
“I was thinking about it and I guess I’ll live here with you,” I say even though I didn’t really think about it. Mi just feel like him have a point bout the whole pill thing.
“Yuh sure?” he asks as he cocks a brow.
“Yes I am,” I breathe..
“Yuh affi tell your old ladies though,” he says referring to my mother and my grandmother.
“Yeah haffi,” I agree. As he builds his spliff I look around the place in silence. Nickoi nuh normally deh here mi sure a that. Just the way how everything is in place. “Before yuh know mi weh yuh usually deh?” I ask and he puffs his spliff.
“Mi would a deh a Spain weh mi mother live,” he rasps.
“Oh..” I say still looking around the place.
“Yuh have any other house?” I ask and he nods, surprising me.
“Mi have a place a Mobay, yuh probably a guh seet if yuh fawud a the funeral wid me,” he tells me. Why me wouldn’t go?
“Of course I’m coming with you,” I say. “When is it?” I question.
“Next week Saturday.”
“Okay... all the way a Mobay though?” I question.
“Yah,” he says puffing his weed, rocking his legs.
His phone starts ringing and he answers. “Yow Nickoi wah yuh deh pon?” I hear Rick’s voice.
“Just a bun a spliff and chill wid mi ooman,” he says, staring at me with a straight face—but somehow, it’s giving something else. Something deeper.
I blush. It’s always his face expressions for me. “Oh, hail har fi me,” Rick says.
“Hey Rick,” I chime in as I get closer. “Yuh good?”
“Yeah man mi a gwaan wul it enuh,” he sounds lifeless.
“Arite,” I simply say.
“Weh yah do thou?” Nickoi asks him.
“Know mi deh yah a gwaan meds Masicka new album,” he tells Nickoi and he nods.
“No joke... it well bad,” Nickoi smiles.
When they’re done talking Nickoi tells me that he forgot about his cousin’s fish fry and he wants to support him.
“Yuh wah fawud?” he asks and I sigh. Because mi just come from off the road and the tattoo a pain mi, mi honestly nuh wah leave. “Yuh naffi come enuh b if yuh nuh want to like how a just the food mi a go buy,” he tells me and I nod.
“Okay... just gwaan,” I say and he kisses my lips before he leaves.
When I’m sure he’s already out the gate, I call my mother on video call. “Hey mommy,” I smile and Mama walks over to the phone.
“Hey baby,” they both say and my smile grows.
“How is it over there?” Mommy asks with a beaming smile.
“It’s good, we got tattoos today,” I let out without giving it a second thought and their eyes widen. I don’t know how they’ll take it. I just wanted to get it over with.
“Laad God man Zara... why yuh affi put on tattoo?” Mama’s face screwed up. “Fi go spoil yuh pretty pretty skin.”
