Wife You Up (Completed Short Story)

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𝐙𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐍𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐞
  
 
 
Running out of time is why I can't keep a stable job. I'll sometimes lose track of time or just living in the moment a bit too much and loving it despite the trouble I might get in.

I often volunteer at the orphanage but my job actually requires me to be amongst a group or team of hustlers. An organization that is hated by many, as we do undercover work and bust faulty companies. Sueing them for negligence or anything bad, and those jobs pays us as well as fund some of our trips to foreign countries to do humanitarian aid.

The company continues to go public so we just hope for bigger donations and charity work.

As an employee that barely contributes to bringing all the money in, I'm at the foot of the ladder and dreaming of living like the others in the bird eye view.

Still, I won't be rushing on a day like today.

Exiting 'Faith's Orphanage' and still dressed in the costume was done deliberately by the girls.

Since Nuns run the orphanage, I'm lucky to get this rare opportunity to be around the girls and it's okay because they knew my strict christian aunty who owns the famous Caribbean restaurant down the block. I get to volunteer half the time and the next half, I'm paid which strengthens my encouragement and my will to return.

Like now.

They all damaged my clothes and shoes beyond repair so I had to leave the way I volunteered to dress. Truly, the pay was why I keep returning but I'm still spending it on them anyways.

This week's activity was wedding planning, cosmetology and all things girly. I volunteered to be their test doll or mannequin, to build their experience in whatever career path they'll choose one day.

From the donations, they recreated something in their personal time and the wedding dress I'm stuck in is the payment I get.

Not only that, but Mother Ann baked me a cake to celebrate my first of the month, May madness Monday. For every month I come up with something new.

So not only was I wearing a full white wedding dress that sparkles like glitter in light. My hair and makeup done. Wearing shoes that fits the dress, but I got a full vanilla cake with a single figure in the middle. A bride without a groom and it even resembles a wedding cake.

Both the Nuns and the girls played me.

Walking into Aunty Grace's restaurant, stressed due to all the looks I keep getting from the pedestrian. As soon as I walked in she and her employees were there snapping pictures so I know everyone is in on it.

Aunty Grace laughs, handing me the lunch bag that I was called to deliver to her daugher's job. Cause apparently, Rue who is named Justina Pryce is doing additional work during her lunch break and won't go to lunch. So I'm bringing it to her because I'm available says the Nuns who were all in it for the fun.

"Yes bride." Aunty laughs even louder, and I feel embarrassed as the customers were looking as well.

"Mih can get a fork fih eat the cake." I wasn't asking either.

She passes me it, while using her other hand to hold the phone that is still recording me since I walked in.

"May God put a husband inna yuh path, bout May Madness Monday. Celebrate an actual event." She gets serious all of a sudden and I started to walk.

I'll rather see strangers staring at me than hearing Aunty curse. Being christian still doesn't stop the Jamaican explitives that exits her mouth. An with people recording, I don't want this to get any famous than how my Aunty actually is on social media. She's the celebrity in the family and for her business, as a big grey back fifty four year old woman.

I put the strap of the lunch bag on my shoulder as I exit the restaurant. Putting the fork in my mouth as I removed the plastic cover from the cake and thew it in the bin as I passed by it. Resting the full sized circular cake in my hand and starts to eat.

For every bite, I take a few steps.

Getting lost in the sweetness and how I'll deal with my boss when I go in to work like this. I don't know what to expect, but my bullies will surely have a field day. Roasting me about having no love life and stepping on or over my christian beliefs.

I wasn't baptized, but I want to be someday.

An with a Muslim woman there, I don't see them doing the same to her and I'm not being salty but she actually started it.

How is finding out that I'm a christian believer and it troubles you?

That you could go around telling everyone in a manner of it being jokes and teasing. Then has the audacity to say I can't make jokes.

When I'm not the one making them, I have to take what I don't want or like.

How is my personal beliefs affecting our work, when all I have at my desk is a psalm bible verse painted on the pot of my cactus plant. I don't even wear my godly quoted t-shirts around any of them.

Though she is the one respectfully dressed in an hijab and has the whole company respecting her customs for Ramadan. Going as far as to have no food around the company for that month.

I respect it too, but I have my own beliefs.

As a christian believer and still a sinner, I do things secretly and God blesses me openly. That was how I was taught.

My belief comes with fasting with no one knowing the appointed time or day or days that I do it. Still, I believe she's a fake. For I am who I am and has a gay best friend but she's homophobic and uses any pride celebration as a day to be sick. Yet she's a people person and everyone is blind to it.

Like, make that make sense.

Cause I can point out our different flaws, but since my aunt is actually married to a Muslim. I know that not all Muslims are like her. For Uncle Pryce along with his family and friends aren't troubled by the christian religion. We respect theirs and they respect ours. They taught me enough to know that Miss fake is doing it all for clout.

Without realizing, I ended up in the right place but it turns out I left my purse with my phone and ID so it will take sometimes to get to Rue.

Hopefully they still got my name written down as one of her emergency contact, and I don't look too different with this make-up on.

Approaching the desk where they were already staring, I stick the fork in the cake next to the bride figure. Ignoring the plenty others looking at me from all directions, especially since it's lunch time and everyone was outside.

"Good day, my name is Xyella Moore. I'm here to see Justina Pryce and I believe she's expecting me." I spoke.

All I got was a visitors ID and I smile, putting it over my wrist while I continue eating my cake.

"Thank you." I said, putting the cake in my mouth before I walked away.

Hopefully, Rue doesn't have an heart attack when she sees me.