Page 73 of Not My Type
“Yes mommy and, thanks for understanding,” I smile even though she can’t see me.
“Yes baby, and a true it late mi nuh ask yuh fi add him pon the call enuh,” I widen my eyes at that. Lawd God. I laugh awkwardly.
“Yuh think a joke? Me wah see the man weh have mi daughter heart,” she jokes. Awww.
“Them muss a wonder if mi lost,” my mom chuckles.
“Weh yuh mean mommy?” I ask with a laugh.
“The boss muss send people fi look fi me, cas mi tell them seh mi a tek a bathroom break so mi could a call yuh, but mi in yah long enough! Mi affi go back a the people dem work,” she tells me and I laugh.
“Cya wait fi yuh come down and stop work,” I sigh.
“Me too, cya wait fi see yuh. Anyways, member fi collect the money tomorrow, you hear?” She reminds me.
I nod affirmatively out of habit. “Alright mommy, I love you,” I’m sure she can hear the smile in my voice.
“Love you more mi baby,” she says before she hangs up.
I smile to myself. I feel so relieved, and I know Nickoi will love to hear this. My phone rings just as I pick up the remote. It’s Sash. I answer the call.
“Hey.”
“No mon a thief them did thief the dolly?” she asks dramatically. I laugh.
“Nosah,” I smile, scrolling through Netflix.
“Mi seh gyal, how yuh treat me so bad?” she asks and I shake my head.
Wah she a talk bout?
“How mi treat yuh bad Sash?” I ask, still scrolling.
“Mi dung a bar and see your father drunk as usual, and see two hot bwoy step in,” she starts. She love man, a which man she see now and she already have Marko?
“Mi notice say them look familiar, so me step in a the shop and him start warn Henry. Then your father now gone try fight him. Mi say the youth fist him right in a him eye!” I sit up, wondering what kind of problem my father got himself into. Jesus that man.
“A people we know?” I ask worried.
“Hear yah? Gyal a you a the reason him fist Henry! Cause him box yuh. But look how mi tell yuh say the bwoy love yuh off and now unuh deh? Mi seh girllll mi nearly faint,” Sash says and I gasp with my mouth wide open as I process everything.
How Nickoi find out that? Why him hit mi father? Woiie! My subconscious takes nothing seriously.
“Okay, mi a call yuh back,” I hang up and dial Nickoi.
After five failed calls, I start getting angrier. I take a deep breath and call him again. “You have reached the voic— ”
I hang up and call again. Voicemail.
26. EL CHAPO
Nickoi
I push the metal door and step in feeling so elated to finally be here again. It’s been a while. It nuh muss be a while if yuh busy with Zara, my subconscious reminds me. True.
As soon as I step in the room my eyes meet with Juaqína’s. She’s my best worker. Mhmm, my subconscious starts. Mi neva’ member fi call har back enuh.A long time that Nick.
Sorry fi you and dem whole heap a gyal deh enuh because not even you cyaa’ keep up with them. I look around the place and I’m impressed. Business a run good mon.
