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“Respect bro G,” I quickly press the phone to my ear.
“Hi baby, daddy just brought me home so come over... I can’t wait to see you!” she says excitedly.
“Mi a deal with business mi soon link yuh,” I tell her. After talking with her I hang up the phone. Jah. Fact say a the first mi a touch mi phone from morning.
27. RUN
Zara
My mother sent me the tracking number along with the other information I’d need to collect the money, when I was on lunch break today. I check the time on my Micheal Kors watch, hoping that it isn’t 4:00.
Else dawq nyam yuh suppa’my subconscious jokes.
3:35PM.
As soon as I reach the door the security pulls it open for me and I smile. “Thank you,” I say and he nods.
“You’re welcome beautiful,” he flirts.
He always tries to flirt with me whenever I come in here. I smile, putting my hand underneath the thermal scanner and it scans and sprays my hand. I look at the screen... 36.5 “Normal Temperature,” the machine echoes as I join the line. A tall boy is standing in front of me and he has a little boy in his hand that he can barely control. He’s probably four years old. He walks away, touching a lady’s bag and she looks around startled, but smile when she realizes that it’s just a baby. Probably think it’s a thief.
“Jay,” his father calls him and the lady brings him back to his father.
“Mija... I’m sure it’s a misunderstanding and they will replace it,” A raucous voice echoes through the building, causing me to look behind me.
It’s a Mexican man. He’s dressed in a long sleeve white button-down shirt and brown shorts with his Hush Huppy shoes. He’s wearing a nude Trilby hat and Ray-Bans sunglasses.
Looks like him carry nuff weight, my subconscious start.
I spot his Patek Philippe. Wow. I turn around minding my business, but as usual people always come around me with their business and that’s exactly why I’m still hearing his conversation. I promise you I’m not eavesdropping... intentionally. You a drama, as if yuh nuh love it. I do, I admit.
“Just listen, alright. I will see what I can do to fix this,” he says before he sighs. Mija definitely is a brat and I don’t even know what they’re talking about. The man in front of me gets through and I walk over to the counter.
The teller smiles at me. “Hey good afternoon, can I have your ID and TRN please?”
I open my purse handing them to her along with the tracking number, my mother’s address and phone number. She turns to the computer, putting in the information. After a short minute of waiting, she hands me the 50k. I double check it before I put my ID cards and the money in my purse.
She smiles. “Thank you,” I say, returning her smile before I leave.
When I got out, I decided to buy a dress to wear to the baby shower on Wednesday because I don’t have a blue dress. There’s a mall about five minutes away. I decide to check out the stores there but stop when a BMW approaches. The corners of my mouth turn up into a sweet smile the moment I realize that he’s giving me oblige. I quickly cross the road and look back.
Nickoi really a tek over mi mind enuh because every expensive car I see reminds me of him. Hear yah. I guess it’s a good thing and I hope he’s thinking about me too. I smile to myself.
You forget seh yuh wah murda him? my subconscious reminds me.
No mi nuh forget, it’s just that it wear off. A little. Don’t get me wrong I’m very much upset about it. I still am, but the temper I was in last night disappeared. I guess since it’s been hours and I’ve been teaching and communicating with people. A sigh leaves my lips. I hate the fact that he’d put his hands on my fath— I mean, Henry. We have our differences yes, but it still doesn’t change the fact that he’s my ‘father’. I mean, who would be fine with their boyfriend beating up their dad? I’m sure nobody would feel comfortable with that.
Zara, whatever. Him deserve it, you can gwaan sorry fi him... I don’t! my subby spits.
I want to know how Nickoi found out about it when it happened in our house. I didn’t even talk to anyone about it. So weird.Well somebody a rat. I smell a rat!
Such a drama queen. He isn’t even answering my calls. Is he being good? I hope.
I question myself and think about Jemmy Nye and ‘em Dior earrings. Then suddenly, a woman pushes the door open hitting me in the process and I stumble backward, someone grabs me. Someone familiar. But this person doesn’t feel like Nickoi, the feeling isn’t the same. I know it.
“I’m so sorry,” the lady apologizes, and I nod looking behind me and my smile fades.
“Let mi go Malik!” I glare at him. I push the door and walk in, leaving him behind. Mi nuh want him talk to me.
