Time fi you

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Karalana Atalyia Campbell

If this nuh stop them people from own up mi man I don't know what will.  

Mi mek him post waah video wid mi and him pan tiktok and instagram and it was so cute.

Then again mi know how Jamaican people stay.

Most of them are gonna be saying alot of hateful things and Yada Yada yah but does the I give a fuck? Not one!

"Tristen, babe. . .come for your dinner!" I called out from the dining room after placing his dinner on the table. I had decided to cook curry chicken and white rice because that's what he loves and some carrot juice that I made.

I don't know why there isn't any ring on my finger right now.

When I didn't hear him coming I walked in the living room where I knew he was, he was there playing fifa. He was so invested in the game that he didn't even notice my presence.

I sighed, look how him tell mi seh him hungry and mek mi share out the damn food and him deh yah a play game.

"Tristen." I called out again and didn't get any response from. Ketch yah. Him juss dung innah e game so, him might as well nyam e.

I stepped  infront of him blocking his view. Him tek off the headset sumn weh him have on and looked at me seriously.

"Karalana, badman, watch weh yuh duh! Mi nearly score." He shouted frustratedly and I smiled.

"Dinner's ready." I said and he kissed his teeth, I raised my eyebrows at him. Oh? Him nuh badda hungry. . .ightt, no problem.

"Soon fawud. . .move deh likkle." He said shooing me and I looked at him. . .

Ohhh, I see.

I shook my head and walked back into the dining room. I looked at the plate and the juice.

E food ago get cold and mi nuh have e energy fi walk back innah e kitchen and cover up nothing.

Pregnancy yah a mek mi feel really lazy. I sat around the food and that was the worst mistake ever, the smell hit my nose and my mouth watered. This smell nice eee man? A me cook?

I should've gotten up, I knew I should have but one likkle taste naah hurt right?

I took up the fork and tasted the food and moaned out. This nice bad.

I took up piece of the meat and it was very pepper. I can't make it to the Kitchen right now. . .I looked at the carrot juice and took it up. . .it was cold so why not?

I drank about half of it and sighed. Refreshing. . .

" *Burps* Thank God." I said belching. I leaned back into the chair and rubbed my belly looking at the bones that I chew up on the empty plate and then at  the empty glass.

I guess my stomach could cover them up.

"Mi ready fi mi dinner now." I heard Tristen said as he entered the room.

I looked up and smiled innocently at him.

He then looked at me and then on the table, then back at me.

"Ain't no way. . ." He said shock.

"In my defense, you were taking too long and it was gonna get cold."

"Like e microwave naah wuk."

"I couldn't bother to walk all the way to the Kitchen."

"E Kitchen just deh right deh suh." He said pointing.