Page 230 of Not My Type
“Touch which road?” I hug his torso.
He chuckles, looking down at me being clingy and possessive.
“You a’ stay home with me...” I say softly. “And mi nah talk again.”
He laughs and swings my legs to the side, then he plops down on the sofa, stretching his long legs over mine. I climb onto him, snaking my arms around his torso, my head flat on his strong chest tracing his tats with my nails.
“My sex life thoughhh...” I cup his beard, liking how my chrome nails look against the dark hair. My man with the good hair.
“Wah bout it?” His voice. Damn.
I look up and place a kiss directly under his chin, a rare peck. “It’s Top tier...”
I open the pocket of my bag and take out the pill. I have a few left back in the box but I’ll probably need to check my doctor for a new pack. I pop the pill in my mouth before I down the water. This is my routine everyday when I wake up because I have to make sure I take my pills.
My phone rings, startling me. It’s literally five in the morning a who a call mi!? I realize that it’s Mama and I quickly answer. “Mama everything alright?” I ask.
She chuckles. “You forgot seh mi would a wake or call you them time yer?” She asks in a weird tone. Ohhh yea. My smile fades. “I’m sorry it’s just that I um..” I stay silent.Mama look disappointed enuh Zara.
Mi should a member. There is no excuse Zara.
“Everything a change up,” she complains.
“Mama nutt’n nah change,” I say. She chuckles.
“How yuh mean nothing nah change? We use to talk everyday and now all days passing and mi nuh see yuh,” she says and I sigh. She’s trying to say Nickoi is the reason without saying it.
“I’m sorry, I’m just preparing for exam... I was gonna tell Nickoi to drop me off so I can spend the day with you,” I explain.
“Mi tell Michelle say mi never like the idea of you living with Nickoi enuh and now mi feel like as the days pass mi a lose me granddaughter more and more.” Sigh.
“But Mama I’m not gonna always be around enuh we all grow up after a period of time enuh,” I tell her and she knows this. I understand that I’m her company and it has been like that over the years but I’m twenty two now. Mi suppose to a look for her more often though. For real.
“I know but I want to see you more,” she pouts.
“You will,” I promise.
“Yes mi dear so weh Nickoi?” I start reminiscing just by hearing his name. I smile. I look away trying to hide the fact that I’m blushing because Mama see everything. Why mi always do this though? Cas yuh in love.
“Eeeh?” She asks again. “Him a sleep?”
“He is,” I look back at the camera.
“Okay mi a go make some breakfast,” she tells me.
“What you making?” I question and she shrugs, opening and closing the cupboard.
“Mi nuh feel fi nutt’n weh mi a see mi dear.”
“When is mommy leaving?” is my next question.
“She did say the weekend after your graduation,” the fact that my mommy is leaving again breaks my heart.
“Damn..” I breathe out.
“And yuh should a’ over yer with me and yuh mother but you choose fi deh with man,” Mama’s tone weird. I don’t like it. Mi a nuh mi own big ooman?
“Mama, why would you say that? Yuh even like Nickoi?” I narrow my gaze, regretting asking as soon as the words leave my mouth.
