𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮- 𝗖𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗦𝗸𝗶𝗲𝘀 (Book Two)

63

𝘗𝘖𝘝 𝘔𝘌𝘋𝘡 ꕥ

I was not looking forward to Simone's funeral. I pretty much wasn't looking forward to anything from the moment Patrice left out of my life.

I found solace in being with my daughter and spending my time working. I would have rather stayed coop up in the studio as I have been doing for the past weeks but as Kronazz said.

"Yuh affi face e music Medz no use a try tune it out."

Well, he can talk he has his woman right where he wants her and is even getting ready to ring the wedding bells. I on the other hand have nothing but sad notes playing for me.

If only he knew that when you are happy, you enjoy the music. But, when you are sad, you understand the lyrics.

I sighed as I parked the car a few feet from the church's entrance. The churchyard was already bustling with people and the hearse had already arrived. I wonder if she is here already too. I took a deep breath and turn to my daughter who was playing some game on her tablet.

"Hey, honey we're here now so you got to put the tablet away."

Eyes like her mother's stared back at me and I thought back to the argument a few nights back with Zindi when she brought our daughter to my mother's where I had come to visit for an impromptu stayover.

Zindi was far from over my serving her the divorce papers and from my understanding, Keith was adding fuel to the fire and much to my budding annoyance she was ready to make it blaze.

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My mother had taken Kelice to the kitchen to have a snack with her grandfather and had returned to talk to an irate Zindi who much to my bewilderment was hell-bent on rekindling what we had lost. I for the love of me can't fathom why she can't get it that we are over and done with.

She referred to it as our changing course and giving our daughter the life she deserves with her mother and father.

I had stood there staring at her my mind reeling with all the differences between her and Patrice. (I found myself comparing everyone to her) I knew it was rather shallow of me to be doing this but being away from the woman I love heart, body, and soul only intensified my longing and need to have and be with her.

It was lost on me why Zindi after all this time suddenly see it fit to want to fit together the family she had not tried to salvage from the pieces that had long been shattered.

How many times in the past had she had the opportunity to try but found it fit to be cooped up with some new lover or in some foreign country pursuing her other real love; being a disc jock.

A few nights ago her Instagram page and the Facebook story had been flooded with videos and pictures of her escapades. The bitch had tagged me thinking I would come running, little did she know I opted out of the event so as not to be in the same place as her.

My eyes traveled from her bronze pixie cut hairstyle down to her gold sling-back peep toe shoes everything in between was lost to me. I was that over her.

"Mal baby don't do this, we can work things out," she was saying and I had to pull myself from my rooted dislike of her to pay her meager attention.

It seem she was in deeper denial than I thought. Could she be any more ignorant of how I feel about her?

Why the hell would I want anything to do with the woman who ran into another man's arms without giving me the chance to right my wrongs?

I had closed my eyes trying to block out the image of her being fucked senseless on our marital bed by a man that was not me when my mother had spoken.