🔫BAD-DRUGS 🔫 [18+]

CHAPTER 25

Chapter 25

Biyone's pov

"Put di money ina mi pocket and when yuh come home yuh tek it and put it up." [Deep sighs] "Finey yuh know sey Jahnoi nah wuk nuh wey, which part apart from the extortion money and clothes and shoes wey him sister sell fi him and even dem dey a him foreign 'oman dem send dem? Mi know how yuh feel but be real, jealousy nah help nobody right now. Si him gi yuh whole a thousand U.S dollars and him come home, umuch 'oman yuh think him woulda duh dat fah?" Jalan speaks to me confidentially down at the spot where he sells.

He was right but seeing Jahnoi naked in the presence of another woman hurt me to the core, not to mention the woman's rude remarks and pompous attitude. If I wasn't so shock and hurt I would have told her about the freckles on her face and all that I didn't care to know about her. I don't want to live this way, having to always sharing him with one woman or the other. Who knows I may already be pregnant for him and what kind of relationship are we building together?

"Stop di crying because mi sure a right beside a yuh him sleep last night, if him break up wid har fi real it a guh be a big setback fi him, suh just bi strong and hold in wha yuh a feel. A from Jahnoi young and a travel him have 'oman a mine him, dah one dey wey name Samoye anything him tell har him want him get it. As a man mi a tell yuh sey nuh pay dem somn dey mine, time will come if a you him really want him will drop all a dem fi you. Wipe off yuh face an' gwane a yuh likkle work," Jalan explains and implore me.

  Kemar walk down the lane and demands a piece of melon from Jalan, Jalan gave it to him and wished us a good day. "Likewise bro," Kemar says throwing his hand over my shoulder.

"Under no circumstances would I have left my whitey to come sleep wid no bruk gal," he says and I flashed him off angrily.

  He laughs while Jalan looks at him in anger. "Come mon, yuh waan rule di man," he says putting his hand around my waist and pulling me away with him.

I chucked and bite at him until he released me,  passersby looked at us as if we were too lovers having a squabble. Sometimes I hate Kemar like now, when all I want to do is cry away my hurt. "Come on nuh mon, wi have business fi talk bout," he says with the laughter gone from his face.

  I walk off ahead of him hissing my teeth, he walk behind me to my workplace and then tells me quietly. "Mi want yuh write down some things and come fi dem when mi call yuh," he states taking out a book and a pen from his knapsack bag.

He has been selling back the things he hussles as a way of adding to the amount of money he saves weekly, I should probably do so too but I wasn't brave enough to steal anything again. I write the things he tells me and tell him he'll have to provide me with lunch, he walks off looking at me sideways but I was already planning for him. When he calls me after ten that busy Saturday morning I tell him to make sure two tins of Spam, a pack of the big cashew nuts I've been craving recently and two tins of supligen was put into the bag for me.

The wholesale was crowded when I reach there and I felt a bit nauseous, Kemar was sweating and he put up one of his fingers to me when he spot me. I waited while he serve a customer then another and I try to get his attention because I needed to get back to work, I've only ask for five to ten minutes and fifteen minutes have already passed. When he finally put the bags at the grill door to come out I wonder how I was going to carry them.

"Watch da style yah," he says handing me the paper I wrote on that morning and some change.

  He put out three heavily laden bags, then tells me. "Mi a get di hand truck."