Page 63 of Not My Type
Oh, because with what’s about to happen, I need to be sure. (Even though my intentions aren’t to kill him because I wouldn’t want Zara fatherless like myself.)
I look at him once more before I look back at Gutta who’s doing the same. “Wah dem seh him name?”
“Henry,” he answers.
I sit back in the seat for a while in my thoughts. I like to think before I act. Right way. Gutta winds down his window and I take the time to observe the lane, the bar, then back at the wasteman.
Wah likkle youth a pass.
“Yuh fawud,” Gutta calls him and he walks over to the car. He didn’t even hesitate. Real bad man in the making.He reminds me of you when you were growing up as a juvi.
“Y chop?” The likkle man asks.
“Me come fi link Henry who that be?” Gutta asks him and he turns, pointing at the same man.
He’s talking and everyone is laughing. Ghetto Chris Tucker. Muss comedy show this...
I look back at the little juvi as he wraps up the conversation. “Arite me G, nuh say 40,” he knocks his fists with Gutta’s before he walks away. We look at each other.
“Likkle man grimy already enuh,” Gutta laughs. I chuckle for a while then I look back outside.
My phone rings. Talia.
“Talia?” I speak. Why she affi call now mon?
“I called you earlier, Papi, and you didn’t answer,” she complains.
“Mi busy whole day and you wouldn’t believe if mi tell yuh seh even now mi inna the middle of a business, same way,” I lie.
“I hate how busy you are these days, no time for me,” she mumbles. I sigh. I could careless.
“Gonna call you when I’m done... cool?”
“Okay te amo papi,” she hangs up. You nuh love her?
Mi nuh know nutt’n bout love. Mi rate har.
As soon as I slip the phone in my pocket, I pull the door to step out, my phone starts ringing again. A loud hiss escapes me. Gutta gets out of the car and softly shut the door. I mentally groan when I see Lorie flashingon the screen.
“Lorie?” I say annoyed. A plan thing dis?
“Mi just see yuh car you couldn’t make me know you a come this side?” She asks.
“Why me need fi tell yuh every move mi mek?” I ask dryly.
She sighs. “Yuh fi stop gwaan so with me enuh.”
“Lorie mi a deal with sup’m, mi a guh talk to yuh later,” I sigh.
She hisses. “Yuh mother tell me how yuh find new gyal weh yuh have in a yuh house. Wah bout the Latina? Mi feel a she alone did worthy fi stay in deh,” the moment she says that I hang up. Too nuff.
I get out of the car, closing the door before I signal Gutta, walking at a slow pace over to the bar.
“Mi have yard way a California enuh!” Henry brags and the women around him laugh.
“So how yuh still live a yuh Mother-in-law yard?” someone asks and he laughs. Damn idiot.
“Wah wi go do mi Don?” Gutta asks.
