N A I A R I
Sunday
"Me never ready fi go back home," I pout as we approach the jet.
"Tell yuh fi call in and tell them say yuh stuck a foreign but yuh nuh waah do that," Zayvion counters, bringing my shopping bags.
That's actually crazy and I'm not doing that. Suppose it go happen fi real? Me nah tell certain lie, me sorry.
"Me nah do that," I reply, going in the jet behind him.
"Stop complaining then," he puts my bags down on the seats to the far left.
Folding my arms, I take a seat in the single seat close to the window and he goes back outside for our suitcases.
"Remember the empty one," I tell him so he doesn't leave the suitcase for me to pack the items in.
Me a lock my eye when me reach a the airport and see how much it weighs.
He nods and exits the jet, going down the stairs. As I wait on him to come back, I go over to the bags, wondering how I'm going to make them all hold.
Zayvion and I went shopping at the Miami Design District and he told me to get what I wanted but because I'm considerate, I didn't want to take anything too expensive. He said if he didn't have money he wouldn't have brought me shopping so I should take anything I want and stop 'water down him thing.'
The man angle me.
Now, I'm not one for designer clothes but when it comes on to bags and shoes, spectacular gimme fourteen of them.
I got gifts for my girls and my mom. I got the same thing for Shyanne and Jazmine because I don't wait the complaints and the price comparison because I can't be bothered.
Where I really wanted to go into was the Van Cleef store but we didn't have an appointment so I didn't get to go. But I'm still going to get my bracelet though, my man is going to buy it the next time he comes over here.
Him need fi put me on pan the architect's work or some a the other work so me can be rich like him.
He comes back into the jet bringing the suitcases, leaving the empty one in front of me and putting the other two where they should go.
"You ago show me the receipt now?" I ask him since he doesn't want me to see how much my shopping comes to.
I'm just not comfortable with other people spending a certain amount of money on me other than my parents. Not even my friends.
"Wah you a worry bout that fah?" he turns to me. "Me nuh tell you a thing already."
"But—"
"But I'm well off and if me never have it, I wouldn't be here on a chartered jet right now so lowe that," he takes a seat.
And that's how you clear a bitch.
"Okay," I reply to him, opening the empty suitcase. "How me ago do this?"
"Take them outta the bags that boxes and just leave them in the dustbags," he tells me.
