"Like seriously? A dat yuh come a mi workplace fi tell me?" I ask sounding calm.
What if mi tek mi pen and stab him inna him big eye dem?
"How yuh mean bredda? Yuh nuh mi ooman?" He asks with a stupid look on his face.
"Yuh fool nuh fuck if yuh feel...
The Following Morning. Tuesday •February 7th, 8:45am. 📍Beverly •Hills, Kingston.
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Ronaldo's POV.
Mi hand numb yuh fuck! But I don't want to disturb her since she looks so peaceful.
Reaching for my phone with my free hand, I snap a photo of her, posting it to my story.
Delulu dem bex now.
This peaceful sleeping came from hours of weeping, anger, denial, acceptance and then repeat.
Neva know a woman coulda switch from one emotion to another suh quick.
Well, now we're sure of what caused her father's death.
Long story short, Stephanie tek eh 2 bredda dem and one kill one caaz a jealously. Oh well.
I thank God as I watch Kymorah turn her back to me, easing off of my arm.
When I sit up in bed, I look around our bed room. It's tidy, but I need to take my jeans off the floor.
I get out of the bed, turn the AC off then turn the fan on and head towards the bathroom afterwards.
After brushing my teeth and taking a shower, I wrap a towel around my waist, heading back to the room to get dressed.
I look over at the bed to see Kymorah still sleeping, her light snores fill the room.
Walking into my closet, I find my last ethika underwear-- since babes tek all a dem-- a psycho bunny shorts and a white merina.
Naa guh noweh.
Heading back to the room, I fetch my phone from the nightstand and head downstairs.
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Allowing the omelette to fry for a bit, I grab two crackle plates from the cabinet above the stove, setting them down on the marble countertop.
Feeling a vibration in my pocket, I pull my phone out looking a the screen.
☎️Bad In-Law🤙🏼🖤 Incoming.
I accept the call, putting it on speaker before resting the phone on the counter.
"A why yuh name save suh inna mi phone?" I ask.
He kisses his teeth.
"Weh mi sista? Caa unu guh fi har and nuh tell me." He says frustratedly.
"Me'll send somebody fi yuh, weh yuh deh?" I ask him.
"Ova Cameron. Next week mi aguh gaa school." He says.
"Who yuh ask fi guh ova Cameron?" I query.
"Nobody...." He trails off. "...but him live right next door to mommy. Suh mi neva think of it as nothing since she always mek mi guh ova deh." He rushes.
