Page 227 of Not My Type
“This attitude tells me that you’re gonna do your best,” Mrs. Adams tells me and I finally close the book. It’s almost eight o’ clock and I’ve been at her house from in the evening when Nickoi brought me here. I already called Nickoi and he sent me a message.
My Man
*On my way*
*Okay babe*.
As I wait for him to pick me up, I stay in the living room and watch the nightly news with Mrs. Adam’s and her husband. Bwoy every news weh come pon the Tv disturbing. Cyaa believe a Jamaica this.
“Yuh see why I doh like watch news,” Mr. Adams says. I look at him surprised. A the first me hear him say sup’m since mi come here. When mi just reach and greet him the only thing mi get from him was a head nod.Him cold bad. How such a nice lady marry an arrogant man like him?
“Zara mi did have some frozen pineapples in the fridge you want it?” Mrs. Adams asks. I look at her and nod. Pineapple good for the yoni.
“Yes, thanks,” I say averting my eyes back to the TV.
“..there has been a report that Carlos Pérez’ daughter Nathalia Pérez is allegedly missing. A friend of hers says she’s been unable to reach her, so ifyou’ve seen her please contact the nearest police station or call...” Wow. Just Wow. I couldn’t hear the rest of the news because Mr. Adams started getting worked up. Lawd Jesus what a man fi annoying! Mi not even have no right fi say nothing.
I stay silent ignoring his tantrum. “See the same foolishness... a the criminals unuh fi go find!” he yells at the Tv. Like dem a go hear him.
“Check the same friend... a dem wicked!” he continues. I hiss under my breath because why him affi a talk so loud? Jeez. I can barely hear the news. Cyaa give him nuh attitude though cas I respect his wife and I’m at their house. The man is a mess though. Mrs. Adams gives me an apologetic smile and I return it. More like a sympathetic one.
“Here you go, these are really cold,” she says, handing me a small plate with frozen pineapples, which I gladly accept. I take a bite, and it’s juicy and sweet.
“Thank you...they’re sweet,” I tell her, and she chuckles
“I bought it from a cart man him seh a way a country him buy them,” she tells me.
I nod and my phone vibrates. “Excuse me..” I say to the Adams and walk out. “Where you reach Nickoi?”
“Mi a turn pon the street,” he says.
“Okay,” I retort. “I’m ready just a gwan eat fruits.”
“Ah.” I wave at Mrs. Adams and her husband the moment I hear the car engine. Mr. Adams nods his head and Mrs. Adams smiles. Clearly, this man is a crosses.
“Alright hun take care,” she gets up and walks me to the veranda. “Same to you and thank you,” I smile.
“See you tomorrow again,” she says and I wave as I walk toward the car. I pull the car door and find Nickoi’s face enveloped with smoke.
“You good babe?” I ask.
“Yah... how was your study session?” his eyes finds mine. Him concerned enuh.
“It was lovely... mi feel a little more confident now,” I tell him.
He smiles. “That mi wah hear mon.”
“Nickoi?” I say when my mind runs on Talia.
“Talia missing enuh,” I tell him and he looks at me surprised. Why yuh care Zara? My subconscious asks. She negative yuh see.
“Eeeeh... weh yuh hear that?” He asks.
“The news mi did a watch,” I retort.
“Never know,” he says. “Hope nutt’n nuh happen to har.”
“Even though I don’t like her I hope she’s fine.” Why you acting like yuh care? Yuh too nice enuh.
