Me get up off a di grung and look through the window and see Prince and walk ova to him house inna the rain, him did well soak
Me look dung pon him, me face full a eye water and den me see him look up pon me but me juss look weh and close di curtains
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The next morning did come and me go ova to Kayla house and tell har everything
Fi di next 20 minutes di gyal a beat me up and a cuss me a seh how mi fi do dat to him
"Yah eediat enuh Dayna"
She yelled
"Me neva mean fi seh dat to him Kayla"
"Oh really is like yuh wah me fi tump yuh again"
"Hush but tbh me think a fi di best seh we tek a break caz from we gone back together a bay fuckry a gwan"
She nodded
"Well dat a true, but weh yuh affi seh a love enuh yuh cyah juss fling it weh suh it ago find a way fi come back"
I nodded
"Yup but me juss a lowe him alone fi a while till me free paper done"
"Weh yuh mean"
"Yuh forgot seh me affi guh back UWI"
"UWI !!"
She yelled
"Yes.."
"Yuh cyah guh back ?"
"Why ?"
"Afta the whole Rahiem story yuh expect seh yuh fi guh back desso is like yuh wah dead or sommu"
"Oh shit me all forgot bout dat ?"
"Yeah but other from dat me and Jordan mek up we mind and seh we want fi married inna next month"
I jumped up in excitement
"Fi real so it official that your gonna be Mrs. Stewart"
She nodded as she blushes
"Yeah girl but me me avve sommu important fi tell yuh"
"Yeah a wah"
"Will you be my maid of honor ?"
I stood in shock
"Fi real yuh wah me fi be yuh maid of honor"
She nodded as tears was about to come from her eyes
"Who else would a fit fi be me maid of honor other than you Dayna"
I broke down in tears and embraced her
"Mi know dats why yah guh always be me blood bestie nuh care wah. I said to her as cried in her arms"
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Bad Man A Weh She Love : A Jamaican Love Story
RomanceDayna-Kay ' Dayna' a pastor's daughter, who's only goal is to live up to her father's expectations, well, that and to get Prince the badman to notice her. Even though he lives next door Dayna she has never spoken to him. Yet still she still dreams...
