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“So the gift now mi been a wul out so a time... mi know yuh love clothes and thing but it in a the back room we affi walk at the side,” my hand in his as he leads me outside.
Then I hear the last person’s voice I want to hear. “Zara?’
I turn to face him. Weh Henry come fi do mash up the party?
Nickoi and Mama are shooting eye daggers at him. “Hello,” Mama’s tone sharp.
Mommy stops her. “No leave him.”
I stare at him then he speaks. “I know that I shouldn’t be here but I’ve been reflecting on my behavior and I’m sorry about everything that I did over the years to you and your mother and to your boyfriend... I’m sorry. Yuh nuh affi accept this but I want to wish you all the best in life and a happy birthday. I just want closure, you nuh affi deal with me after this,” he says putting a box on the table.
He walks away and the entire party is silent.
“You don’t have to leave... and I-I accept your apology and your gift, He– I mean, daddy.” I hug him and everyone applauds.
I walk back to Nickoi after a while and when he pulls the door I see a Benz. I gasp and a loud scream leaves my throat. It’s a C63!!!! A white one too! My dream car!!! Oh my God. This cyaaa real.
“Nickoi a my c-car this?” I pant, out of breath.
He bites his lip, hiding his smile. I jump on him, snaking my arms around his neck. “I love itttttttttt!”
57. DRUNK
Zara
I can’t even process it that I own a Mercedes amg c63 Benz. I stare at the car for a while before I walk over to it looking at it in shock. “Check inside nuh,” Nickoi says and as I get closer to the car the crowd follows me saying: “Congrats baby,” ... “Yuh deserve it!”... “This nice eeeh?”
“Thank youu,” I’m on the moon. My eyes spot the diamond steering wheel. It’s so sweet how Nickoi knows me so well. I love the details on the steering wheel; it’s so cute. Him know yuh love everything fancy and girly.
I spot a rose gold champagne sitting in the passenger seat, a cute ass watch! I slip it on, smiling as I sit in the driver’s seat, holding the steering wheel. Mi in love with this damn car already.
“I love everything thank you!” I say excitedly with my eyes fixed on his. This man spent a whole lot of money on me and I honestly don’t know how to thank him. “What can I say Nickoi... words are just not enough.” He stays silent with a smile.
The moment I spot the designer bags in the backseat my eyes widens. Then I quickly take up one of the bags and a stack of money falls on my lap, surprising me. I take out the others and they’re all stacked with money.
Oh My God,my subconscious gasps.
Birkins!? Tears prick my eyes as I look at Nickoi and he looks away when he notices that I’m going to cry. I jump on him, wrapping my legs around him as he holds me tight. I dead ass love this man like crazy.
Behind me everyone is cheering; enjoying the view. I don’t know how to show him how grateful I am because I feel like just saying ‘thank you’ isn’t enough. I feel you
A single tear runs out of my eyes and he looks at me with concern. “I’m not sad... I’m just so happy,” I laugh.
He smirks and even though we are publicly doing this we are the only one’s sharing this moment. I can hear the crowd cooing and cheering but my focus is only on Nickoi. Das it dat. Periodt.
“My birthday was never like this especially when I only had Mama. She would buy me a cake and we’d talk all day and I was happy but now this is a different feeling... I can’t explain it. It’s not just the material things, it’s the thoughtfulness behind everything. You gave me everything that you know I love, some of them I didn’t even tell you directly and you took note by just observing me, so thank
you Nickoi, honestly and besides my mom and Mama you’re the best thing that ever happened to me,” I smile sweetly.
He finally pulls away from the hug. “Me understand baby and you a the best thing weh eva happ’m to me too no joke,” he tells me and I smile. “And mi know seh material things is not all but mi know you love them thing deh and mi wah yuh comfortable and live yuh ‘soft life’. Them thing deh will make yuh happy too yuh zi mi cas it natural so all of what I’m doing it’s simply to make you happy. And as mi say, mi feel like it’s my responsibility fi always mek sure yuh happy so get used to being spoiled Mami,” Cho bubblegum.
“Fi say mi love you nuh enough enuh mi think mi hate you at this point,” I joke, wiping my tears and he chuckles.
After a while, the party started. I snap myself, singing along with the songs as Nickoi smokes behind me. I zoom into him. He looks so good! I still can’t get over it. “Hey baby!” I shout over the music and he does a gesture with his index like he’s pressing a trigger when he realize that I’m videoing him.
“You want Blue Hawaii?” My aunt asks. I heard about it but I’ve never tried it. “Never try it before,” I admit.
To how that look me could a never reject it.
