"Comm check...
Testing, one... two...
Kwes Boaz speaking.
...you a hear me?
Ah. You ever wake up and feel like something's...missing? That's my life. Seven years after. Now I'm back, but nothing's the way I left it. Not even me.
Amnija happened righ...
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My eyes were fixed on him as he turned into his newly built driveway.
"Why yuh behave so a the dinner?" I asked pointedly.
I'm gonna have to apologize to Mommy once I'm settled in. His behavior worst than a deserttttttt!
When mi tell yuh bout dryyyy!
Can't even blame mommy if she felt a way.
She cooked, set up the table, made her famous carrot punch, even pulled out her good dishes. The ones on the cabinet. The ones she would've bodied me and Cadence for even breathing next to.
And wah him do?
Kwes act like smaddy drag him by the collar and threatened him to smile.
I mean, I did force him. But I at least, expected him to you know... pretend. Pretend like he was grateful for her kind gesture.
Mommy neva' affi tek har money cook nuh food feeem.
A sigh slipped from my lips.
Mi cyaa believe a mi life this.
I shake my head.
It's been a week being his 'wife'... and I couldn't tell if it was me, or if something was just off about him.
Either him miss him fren dem...
Or him just hate me.
One outa the two..
Mi feel him hate yuh..
Mi lowkey feel so too.
"If yuh hate me just say so," I breathe. I unclipped the seatbelt, and climbed out of the car.
"Hate yuh fi wah Amnija?" even his voice had annoyance dripping from it.
"Anuh Nijaa again?" my eyes softened. The silence that followed, choked me.
Yupp.
He was falling out of love for me...
His hand flew to his face, he dragged it all the way down to his beard in frustration. "Hear yah? Why you a behave so b?"
