Islan-Dise

Karma Due

Islan
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Zana calls me at work and tells me a few bags were delivered to the shelter for me. So here I am at work watching every second of this clock. The moment it's seven-thirty I take off my apron and hat.

"Damn, what's the rush?" Wade comes from the restroom.

I just smile. "Going on a date."

"Shit, that's what's up. She must be special, cause nigga you never be this happy." Wade puts his apron back on.

"They special for sho."

"Well aye, have fun and make sure you be kind to the ladies. They out here choosing to be in the woods with a bear over us. Somewhere along the line we fucked up."

I laugh. "I been seeing that too. But this person gets all my respect."

"Well, if it goes really good and um sure you follow me. Just be a gentleman. Shit lacking in our generation." Wade daps me.

Wade was too good for this world. Him and Tre. Just two kind ass people. I hope Pea and Ebony find someone like them. I try not to think too much about all of them but I miss them something serious.

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When I get inside my room I see the bags on the bed. "Armani." I read the tag of a suit lying across my bed. Even my briefs were Armani. Giuseppe dress shoes." There was also some Yves Saint Laurent cologne.

I take a shower. Zana was nice with the clippers, so she got me right and helped me with my cuff links. My du-rag was the last thing I took off. I stand in front of the mirror. She sits on my bed. "So?"

"You got that shit on...I can't lie." She jumps off the bed excited. "Tre, must be taking you somewhere fancy."

"Yeah. Um nervous as fuck." I take a sip of water.

"He seems like he likes you no matter what. You gonna be okay."

"He do and I don't get why." I dust off my suit.

"Stop down playing yourself. Pop yo shit Islan. Go out tonight, with yo fine ass boo and have a good time." Zana stands up.

"Imma try."

"Imma try." She mocks me. "Nigga, get outta here." She pushes me.

I wave bye to her and make my way to the car but as I go to open it, someone pushes it back closed. "You clean up nice."

I turn to see Flip, Marty and Gibbs. "I got somewhere to be." My hearts pounding because I wasn't expecting this.

"Nigga, when I fuckin say you can be there." Flip steps closer to me.

Marty and Gibbs show off their guns.

"What you want?" I stand my ground.

"Shittttt...look like you done ran into some money." He looks me up and down.

"A friend let me borrow this." I lie.

"Borrow." They laugh. "Nigga, wearin anotha man hand me downs."

I don't even comment. I was used to them downgrading me.