"My MaRiLyn..."

29.

I finish setting up the table and I hear a knock. I hope it's Marilyn. I dust off my shoulders and fix myself up real quick and I walk to the door to open. It's Baba! What is he doing here? After so long of ignoring my ass.

"What are you doing here?"

"Thats no way to greets your old man," he says and I scoff.

"May I come in?"

"No," I straight ass tell him.

"No?" He asks me surprised.

"You can't come in. What are you even doing here after months of ignoring me?"

"Okay,'babe' I'm sorry," he sarcastically says to me.

"Now May I come in?" He asks.

"Still no,just tell me what you want," I tell him. I don't want him to get in. The house looks too romantic that he's gonna puke.

"Ciara was right,you've changed," he suddenly says to me.

"What is that supposed to mean? Ciara is lying to you now?"

"She's not lying. You are sleeping with Marilyn,you should know better than this," Baba tells me with disappointment in his tone.

"I am not sleeping with a married woman," I defend myself. Well,it's true. I am not sleeping with her. Yet.

"Well,it's good you know she's married. She is a wife and if anybody knows about this,it'll be your fault,boy," Baba informs me.

"I'm not sleeping with her,we're just friends," I tell him again trying to make things clear.

"Ciara is just trying to look out for you. You couldn't have made it without me and her," he boasts.

"I didn't ask for your fucking help!" I snap.

He is taken aback. I am mortified now.

"Goodnight and pray to God I don't make your life miserable whilst you're here," is he threatening me?

Hell,no.

"Tired of making Ciara's life miserable that you've chosen to target me now?" I ask him sarcastically. He looks at me but he doesn't say a word. He just laughs.

"She's my niece," he says and walks off.

I'm angred by his presence. I don't know what to feel now if Marilyn comes by. Baba Is trying to play with fire.

So if it's fire he wants to touch,he shall burn. Play with me Baba,come play with your dear ol son, Timothy.