Page 77 of Not My Type
“And I found out that he’s my pastor’s grandson after a while of talking,” Mama’s smile infectious. I stare in shock.
She was questioning him. I can just imagine what she asked him. Out of nowhere, she just like him just because he’s her pastor’s grandson? Hmmhm. There’s more to this.
I narrow my eyes at her. “Did you talk to mommy?” I ask and she nods. I knew it.
“Yes me and Michelle was on the phone from morning,” she tells me and I nod. Okay so because mommy accepts Nickoi she accepts him too. I see.
“Oh,” I breathe and pick up my bag with my clothes. I didn’t even realize I dropped it.
“Nickoi, I had no idea Pastor Jacobs was your grandfather, we know each other from way back enuh,” she tells him.
He nods but his focus is on me walking to my room. I can see him in my peripheral vision. I close the door behind me and slump down in the sofa taking out the two piece. Then suddenly, the door pulls and he walks inside. He stands in front of me.
“Weh yah wear that go?” he questions and I glare at him when I remember what Sash told me. His face softens.
“Why would you fist my father?” I glare at him.
“How yuh know bout that?” his brow furrows.
“How yuh mean how mi know that? It happened in a bar, people there so it spread,” Mi cya rat out Sash.
I continue. “We don’t have the best father daughter relationship but it still doesn’t change the fact that I’m his daughter,” I argue.
He looks away. “Sorry bout that Zara,” he mumbles as he looks back at me.
“That’s not sincere,” I complain and he lets out a sigh.
He’s annoyed. “Your father start it zeen. Mi go in there to talk and as soon as mi bring it up him start get jumpy,” he stops himself and hiss. “You know what? Make that stay,” his voice dry.
I stare at him blankly. “Is this is our first fight?” like an idiot and he looks at me with a straight face, struggling to hide his laughter. I take out the top holding it against my chest. “I’m wearing this to a baby shower,” I finally answer his question. Look how long him ask that.
I guess I’m adapting his style.
He looks at it with a smile. “It look good,” he compliments before his phone rings. He walks away to take the call. I narrow my eyes at him.
Why him need privacy? He locks the bathroom door and I put my ear at the door. His voice is indistinct, but I definitely hear...
Talia!? Who name Talia?
Why he had to go in the bathroom to talk to this ‘Talia’ person?
My anger flares. I start knocking the door til’ my knuckles start hurting.
Be careful, my subconscious warns.
I don’t care right now I just want him to open the damn door.
“Nickoi open the door!” I raise my voice.
“Relax nuh Zara,” he says making my temper boil more. I hit the door once more and it opens.
“Who yuh did a talk to!?”
Nickoi
Talia calls me, reminding me of a welcome home party that her family is hosting. As soon as Zara starts knocking the door I know I’d have to hang up.
“Soon call yuh back,” I say before I hang up. I start thinking hard.
