I came back from my run, I unlock the door and I walk in. "Kamala". I call out her name and
she doesn't respond. So I take my shoes off and I walk straight to the bedroom and she's not there. Hm that's weird, I sit down on the bed and I pull out my phone. I dial Kamala's number and she doesn't pick up. Why would she leave and not tell me?. I try to get that off my mind and I decided to clean the house.
After a while I sit in the living room folding laundry, it's 7:30 and I still haven't heard or seen Kamala. I pull out my phone and I go to Instagram, I see her and Millie and a few others having dinner together. What the fuck? Why is she hanging out with a bitch I don't like? And on top of that, the one that was also part of the whole divorce thing?. I don't understand Kamala at all. I dial Bonnie because I'm just real heated and I need to calm down right now.
Bonnie picks up. "Hello?". She says in a sleepy voice. I swallow my saliva, "sorry I didn't know you were sleep.. I'll call you later then goodnight". Before I pressed end, "wait!... don't hang up. What's going on tiff?". I sigh and I don't respond just yet.
Bonnie clears her throat and I hear her moving around. I sigh, "Well I came home from my run and Kamala wasn't here. So I called her and she didn't answer so after I deep cleaned the house she still hadn't called back". Bonnie says, "okay, and what happened after that?". I sigh, "then I looked on Instagram and her photographer snapped pictures of her, Millie and a few other important people at dinner".
Bonnie stays silent for a moment then she chuckles, "isn't this the same bitch that caused her and Doug to divorce?". I sigh and laugh, "yess, and what pisses me off is I told her last night she can't hang with Doug anymore. And that means you and Millie shouldn't be hanging out either".
Bonnie sighs, "Right, Kamala just doesn't get it. I don't want her to keep hurting you tiff". I sigh and I lay my head against the couch. "I know. But i.. I love her". Bonnie gasps, "you love Kamala?!! Omggg. No wonder why you can't leave her alone". I laugh and I frown a little, "Well of course I love her. But she's just doing a lot right now". Bonnie sighs, "I know tiff. What are you gonna do when she comes home?".
I sigh, "ask her where she was and if she lies I can't predict what happens next". The call gets silent for a moment. Bonnie says, "well I'm a little tired I been working all day. Call me tomorrow and let me know how things go". I sigh and smile, "okay, ttyl".
I go straight to the bathroom and start a warm bath. I get in the tub and I relax a little. I close my eyes and place both arms on each side of the tub. I check the time and it's 9pm, Kamala still isn't home. I'm getting real pissed off, I don't know why she keep playing with me. She knows I don't fuck with Millie and she goes and hangs out with the bitch?. Typical Kamala, I won't be accepting another fucking apology.
I finally get out of the tub, I throw my robe on and head straight to the kitchen. I pour me a glass of wine and I sit down on the couch listening to (Heard it all before by sunshine Anderson). I sip my wine listening to my music shaking my head. I look out the window and I see lights from the car. I turn the music down on low crossing my legs waiting for Kamala to walk in. She got a lot to explain and she better explain to me why the fuck was she out late with Millie.
I hear her unlocking the door with the spare key, I stare at the door tilting my head holding my glass of wine. The door finally pushes open and she walks in closing the door behind her not realizing that I'm sitting there. She turns around taking her coat off revealing her perfectly shaped body wearing a black dress, with heels and her curly silk press. "So where were you?". I say tilting my head raising an eyebrow. She jumps at the sound of my voice and stares at me not saying anything. I sit there swirling the wine in my glass sucking my teeth. She clears her throat, "I went out to dinner with some of my colleagues". She walks over sitting across from me on the couch.
