Rèmi's POV
Thursday, December 28th
9:20 a.m.
Staten Island, New York
"Yuh cya wait until New Years Eve before yuh leave?" My father asked me as I got dressed.
"No, a now me waah leave. The plane a guh can come?" I asked him as I sat down on the chair to put on my sneakers.
"No, remember dem a do maintenance. Tomorrow it ago ready," He said to me. I picked up my phone and checked when the next flight would be leaving today.
"There is a flight at 11:30 a.m. and me need fi ketch it," I told him
"Why the sudden emergency?" He asked, curiously.
Rosalia nawh chat to mi suh mi need fi know a waah di problem. Feel like she ago leff me, but me nuh do nuth'n. Nuh know a waah fi problem.
She seh she ago answer her phone, nuh waah listen to the voicenote dem weh me send. We did good yesterday inna the day and then all of a sudden she vex wid me. She claim she nuh vex but a woman dem name.
Sure a dat? Dat would'n make nuh sense.
"Rosalia me ago look fah. She nawh ansa me calls and when me did a call har, voicemail me get." I tied my shoelaces and stood up, walking over to the mirror.
"She nawh guh nuh weh, eno. Yuh can spend the next two days with we and finish the plans weh we have. Plans weh yuh make wid Talia fi go out wid har before uno leave," He pressed and stared at me.
"Talia affi wait right now. Me just feel like sum'n nuh right and if me affi guh home fi make sure me relationship deh pan the right track, dat mi ago do. When we go back home, me and Talia will talk," I stated as I pulled the white beanie over my head.
After a while, he called a driver to pick me up and I made sure to pack the snowglobe in my bag, hoping it didn't break. They offered to carry my luggage so I didn't have to pay for my extra luggage at the airport. They'll be home in a couple of days so I don't mind.
"Yuh send off the barrel dem already?" I asked, putting on the long beige trench coat. He nodded his head.
Kinda like it, but dis cya wear a Jamaica suh Antonio affi guh take it back when him come.
"Gloves," He said, handing me a pair of black gloves and I put them on before picking up my knapsack.
"Feel like yuh would'a sell one a yuh car dem? Or maybe give it to Talia?" He asked as I wrapped the scarf around my neck.
"Talia like the KIA rand vehicle. Nuh know why but a that she like at the moment. Benz can gwaan, yes." I looked at him through the mirror as I straightened my collar.
Nuh know why him a ask me 'bout Talia like she ago drive go anywhere. Mi will carry her because next thing yuh hear the unthinkable.
"Or the Lexus, cause yuh nuh really drive it," He suggested.
"No, me like dah one there. Why we a talk 'bout vehicles?" I asked him. Rosalia likes it too, so I don't have any reason to get rid of it.
"Yuh like the Urus, me would'a ship it down and make yuh gwaan drive it. Me nuh use it that much when me over here," He told me.
"Right, cause uno have chauffeur and people weh open door fi uno. Still won't ever get used to dat at all," I said, laughing.
"But me nuh know. Driving a flashy car is one thing but one weh nuh deh out there nuff, mi feel people will start badmind me," I added.
"Fair. Ago make somebody teach Nathalia fi drive suh make sure yuh clean the Benz then. For the time being, dem ago use the Toyota weh me have inna the garage," He said to me. I hummed and made sure I had everything before his phone pinged.
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Burning Passion
Romantizm"Kassauni, there is more to life than continuous pain and suffering. I am sure you know that, and no one is asking you to go through it alone," She told me. I took a long drag from the blunt and held it in my lungs before releasing it. "Whatever yah...
