Chapter 64 Caller ID
Caller ID
I bite my lip looking at her as I button my shorts.
She’s still asleep, curled up on the bed with the sheet wrapped around her body.
I lean over and peck her plump lips then I find myself admiring her.
It’s probably three minutes since. I’ve been staring until I raise up.
How can a piece of shit like me end up with such a gem?
A that mi wah know too enuh… how?
I shake my head at my subconscious because he really believes that I’m a piece of shit too.
You think I am?
Or I can be?
I woke up, showered and now I’m getting ready to touch the road. It’s 8 o’ clock and Zara has been sleeping ever since I put her to sleep. I came here around 5pm. With a laugh, I pull the Amiri hoodie over my head and push my feet into my leather wallabees.
After I’ve used my polo cologne I shove my gun in my waist and walk out.
Once I reach the bannister, I turn back.
I stride over to her and shake her soft arms gently.
“Mami?” I say in a hush tone.
Her eyes flutters open. Just before her eyebrow shoots up. She’s about to complain but sits up, with her fingers grasping the sheet against her chest.
Damn, one woman can nice so?
Before she can say anything I apologize.
“Sorry fi wake yuh.”
“You a leave?” her honey brown eyes fixed on my clothes. Then they shift to the crib.
“You’re getting them?”
“Yah.”
With a straight face, I grab her throat.
She smiles sweetly. I tuck my lip, she licks her lips when I run my hand between her inner thighs almost touching her exposed clit.
I feel like an imaginary magnet is there pulling me towards her.
But a voice keeps reminding me that I need to go. Self control. Self control.
Give the ooman a break bruh.
I pull my hand back and realize that she’s staring at me, her eyes darkened with desire. Freak.
She grabs my hand. “Please?” She begs with pleading eyes. A she have the white liver eno.
“No b.”
“Why?” she’s staring in my eyes.
…so pretty.
“Because,” I trail off and get off the bed.”I have to go.”
I don’t even want to go. She’s staring at me in disbelief and I purposely add, “Now.”
“Nickoi mi hate you,” she lies down and turn her back to me. I laugh and smack her ass. It jiggles. She rubs it while wincing before she toss a glare my way.
Involuntarily, I bring my arms up to my head feeling a little dramatic. But in reality, I slapped her hard. She cuts her eyes. Just like Jania mother, mi cyaa tek har serious.
“Why you would a do that crawsis?” She whines, looking over her shoulder. She’s naked so I’m sure it hurts her. I grab her neck.
“Who you a call crawsis?”
She turns her back and mumbles indistinctly.
“Yuh sure yuh hate me?” I slap her ass again, loving how soft it feels. I push my hand under the sheet again, cup her breast from behind and she immediately gets silent.Thought so.
I get on the bed, laying on my stomach with my shoe hanging off the bed. I gently pull her shoulder, staring at the side of her face while massaging her breast. She squints her eyes shut, biting on the inside of her bottom lip.
“You still hate me?” I ask her.
“Yes,” she says firmly but of course her voice is saying otherwise.
“You hate me and love wah mi do to you, how that make sense?” I ask with a smile and she looks at me. She’s blushing-her eyes filled with gleam.
“…you moan to me when mi deep inside a you and tell me say you love me, just an hour ago,” I remind her.
She pecks my lips. “It’s a love and hate situation, now bye. Go get mykids,” she says and I move my hand.
I don’t know why I found that rude but mostly, cute.
“Arite wifey,” I say with a smile then she stops me when I’m getting off the bed.
“Babe?” she says softly.
“Yeah?”
“Please be careful on the road… promise me,” she says in a worried tone.
“Mi a go be careful mon,” I tell her and she sits up.
“But you nuh promise me,” she has a point.
“Mi cya know wah go gwaan pan eh road stillz but mi a go be careful, mi promise,” I tell her then she smiles.
“Okay.”
I walk out, heading down the stairs then the room door pulls. When I look behind me she’s at the door looking at me. I come to a halt and turn half way.
“Wahm?” I ask.
“Tomorrow a gym day, you a come?” she’s cute at the door looking down at me.
About the gym…
No.
“Aaah… yes,” I say, hoping she doesn’t remember about this tomorrow. She tie her robe and lean on the door.
“Okay, can’t wait,” she beams.
***
Sometimes I wonder if I’m being unfair. I want Zara to listen to me and do what I say but when it comes to her telling me something, I don’t listen. I shake my head looking at my lock screen.
Imagine, I drove out at 5:15 and now I’m parked at the Gas station behind Rick’s car at 5:25.
It’s just hard to adjust to driving slow when I’ve been driving fast all my life. I’m going to do better, for her at least and the babies. A knock on my window startles me and I snap my head around.
It’s Rick.
We’re parked at a Total Gas station but we’re not on the pump. He called and told me he’s nearby so I pulled up.
“One thing wid you enuh dawg, yuh aguh tek long fi fawud out a yuh car.”
We laugh.
Then I spot Gutta and Junior walking out of the supermarket.
“Never know dem deh a foot,” I say and they approach us.
“Weh eh Don deh pan?” Gutta starts as he hits his fist into mine.
“Know say a mi youth dem mi a go pick up over Mamz,” I retort and hit my fist with Junior. He’s drinking a Lucozade.
“Yuh good bredda?” he asks in an inquisitive tone.
I chuckle and say, “Yah.”
“Mhmm… yuh affi Gov man,” he chuckles, now putting a bag of honey roasted peanut at his head, hiding his smile.
I look ahead with a smile too.
“Why mi affi Gov?” I ask now looking at him and he walks around the front and get in the passenger side.
“You affi Gov cause yuh full a hickey bredgrin,” he says and I start smiling. He puts the peanut at his head again and the crunchy sound makes me hold my hand out.
Begging is something I don’t practice or do but Junior and I rock differently.
I know you don’t see me around him much but we understand each other and we have a bond. We have the type of relationship where we don’t have to call or hang out everyday to show our love but if we need each other we’re ready.
He curses at me. “You beg too much youth.”
I laugh, still holding out my hand then he smiles and hand the bag to me.
I throw out a few in my palm before I start eating it. As I chew it Junior takes out his phone.
I hand it back to him and he takes it.
Rick and Gutta are leaning on the car, talking about some girl from back road. Well, Gutta is doing the talking, Rick is laughing as usual.
“A which gyal that?” I poke my head out.
“You member the gyal Jody weh used to deh with every man weh used to go a primary wid we?” Rick asks and I start nodding.
We start laughing.
“Back road muma deh now enuh dawg,” Rick laughs then Gutta cause us to laugh more.
“Wid eh ensure,” he adds.
I laugh again.
When the laughter dies down and they resume their convo I look at Junior.
“Mi wah touch pan the beach Sunday enuh, wah you think?” Junior asks. That nuh sound bad.
“Mi nuh have nothing plan fi Sunday still so that can gwaan yes,” I tell him.
“Yeah man.”
“Mi a ask the man dem wah dem think,” I say and he nods. “That alright?” I ask since I don’t know if he only wants Suzanne and Zara along with us.
“Just we and the woman them?” I ask.
“No man the inner gang,” he retorts.
I look outside. “Yow wah unuh think bout beach Sunday?” I ask interrupting their conversation.
They grin.
“Over Lime Cay?” Rick asks and I nod.
“Yah,” I say then they start talking about the last time they went there and how bad the fish and festival was.
I chuckle.
“That affi gwaan man,” Gutta says. “That affi gwan,” he repeats. He’s thinking about the food.
“Mad thing,” Rick says and I look back at Junior. He’s texting on his phone. I grab my weed bag and scissors before I start building a spliff. When I’m done, I puff it while bobbing my head to Meek Mills’s Pain Away.
It’s dark outside.
I lean on the door, watching as people drive in the gas station filling their tanks. Gutta walks over to the pump attendant when there’s no car there. She’s laughing a lot. Dawg a get dat.
“You deal wid Jordane thing?” Junior finally speaks again and I look over at him.
“Yes mi deal with it and it Gov,” I tell him before I give him a run down of what really happened. We ended up laughing when I’m done talking.
Rick comes at the window, handing a drink to me and I take it. “See a strong back yah.”
It’s a Tru juice, beetroot drink.
“Respect bro G,” I laugh. He walks away and my attention shifts back to Junior.
“Glad you deal wid it though bro,” Junior says then his phone rings and his entire demeanor changes. So fast?
Mi nuh know nobody else, whose mood can just change in a split second. He hiss before he answers the phone.
Puzzled, I look away wondering what could be the reason he got so irritated when he just got a call.
I know Junior is easily annoyed by people and I’d say I understand when he behaves this way with people or when they call him unnecessarily but I can’t get this; especially when I saw the caller ID.