Page 64 of Not My Type
“Mi a go talk to him, nah wild him though,” I retort.
“Yuh sure him go wah talk?”
“Him affi talk,” I simply say. Gutta stays at the door and I step in. I can feel everyone’s eyes on me.
Sup’m you used to when yuh go in a the garrison.
“Wah fi you bossy?” The bartender smiles. Mi a buy a water and think how mi go deal with this.
Mi did a think fi just grab him and warn him but that too grimey. Mi wah have a normal conversation with him. After all, nuh mi father-in-law? Henry steps in and he looks at me. What a good timing. I notice that his cup is empty.
“Wah in a yuh cup?” I ask him in a gentle tone. I don’t want to scare him. Not yet.
“Special, but it done,” he slurs. The man already drunk, plus he’s smoking a cigarette. Jah Jah.
I look at the shopkeeper. “Give him more special... on me.”
“Wah yuh name?” I ask just to be sure. He chuckles.
“Everybody know seh a Henry mi name so yuh nuh come from round yer,” he jokes.
I still have a straight face. A few stupid people laugh at his lame joke and I mentally groan. Bag a idiot. The woman hands him a cup and he starts drinking. Him d’even wait. I observe him for a while.
“Well Henry, mi fawud fi talk to yuh bout a likkle incident weh gwaan enuh,” I try to stay calm; even though I want to choke him til’ I see his veins and his breath gets windy.
“Mi nuh know bout no incident,” he laughs, irritating me more. Him a fool?
“Yah go know mon when man warn yuh,” my voice deadly. By now everyone is looking.
“Try put down the phone before me bruck off yuh neck,” I hear Gutta say to a man who was about to video us.
Henry looks at me, he’s probably a little sober now because he has a serious expression on his face. Nuh faze me at all.
“Warn mi bout what?” he asks, leaning his head from side to side. Is that supposed to intimidate me?
“Watch yuh tone, mi come yasso fi talk, mi nuh do deh argue thing deh,” I simply say.
“Bill fi real Henry and listen wah the man a seh,” A slim girl says. She looks a little familiar. Nuh know weh mi see har though. Mount a gyal yuh see in a fi yuh life and yuh a only 24.
“Shut up yuh mouth and gallang home!” Henry snaps at the girl.
“Easy nuh,” the bartender tries to stop him when he moves closer to me. He raises his fist, and tries to hit me and Gutta holds him back.
Neva’ fawud to be physical enuh... but if a that him want, him ago get it.
“Let him go,” I tell Gutta. Make me kill him. Now.
“Don?” Gutta sighs, maybe worried that I’ll hurt him.Yuh cya’ hurt har big man fi real.
I shake my head before I look back at him. “Henry mi see seh yuh jumpy but nuh try dat with me cas mi will kill yuh,” I warn, eyes narrow and tone frigid. Him try know.
“Wah yuh come bout?” he asks.
“Just wan’ yuh kno’ seh mi name Nickoi, ask anybody bout me,” my voice grave. “Mi nuh ramp wid people, so don’t mek things worse yer?”
He’s silent then he says. “This yah youth yah,” he shakes his head unfazed.
“You know wah piss me off?” I walk closer to him.
