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Whew! I'm finally home.
Being one of the most reliable people at work is so draining.
Me tired man. Me soon stop work and start sell front or something.
Heaving a heavy sigh, I take my crocs off, putting them aside before walking into the house.
I stop in the living room and plop down onto the couch and take my phone from my pocket. Thank Goodness I don't have to cook today because there's leftover from yesterday's food.
Nothing to me like my Sunday Monday.
And why is Kevaughn not home when he was supposed to leave work way before me. Him try nuh make me affi dark up the place enuh.
Opening my phone, I go to my call log and dial his number, wanting to see where he is.
The phone is pressed against my ear and I rock my legs nervously as I wait on him to respond. It goes to voicemail and a crease forms between my brows. I call him again. It's the same thing.
Okay Kevaughn.
If he's not home by nine o clock, I'm taking up the key from outside that he'd use to open the door and I'm locking him out.
Naah prepare nothing fi him eat either. I don't care how tired he is when he gets here.
Let me go take a bath so I can feel more relaxed and then come full my belly.
I pick up my bag and phone and head to the bedroom, putting my phone on my charger and leaving my bag on the bedside table.
I'm so tired, I need to book a Spa day for next Sunday on my day off or go out somewhere to enjoy myself.
Cannot sit down every day and just a work so. Me affi enjoy my life before me dead.
The tile from the floor is cold under my feet as I walk to the bathroom. Going inside, I look at myself in the mirror and smile seeing that my hair is still laid.
Period! I know that's right.
I start to strip out of my uniform, and then I place them where they are supposed to go in the dirty clothes hamper, followed by my under clothes.
I take my blue rag from beside Kevaugn's red one, stepping into the the shower and turning the pipe on.
"Bombaat," I draw my hand back, feeling the coldness of the water.
We need to invest into a water heater cause me and dah cold water here naah go work at all. Who fi stand up under dah cold water here and bathe? Not me.
I turn the shower of and then turn on the pipe at the bottom. The water isn't how I would prefer it but it's definitely not as cold as the water from the shower. How is that even possible?
