Make You Feel

Chapter 8

"Malaysia, what's really going on?" Ms. Kim questioned her daughter.

Initially her excuse for being over her mother's house was because she missed her. That was three days ago and now Ms. Kim was looking for answers. Malaysia knew this would be coming soon.

"It's over with, Randall." Inside Ms. Kim was jumping for joy but she knew that wasn't all to the story.

"But why are you here? Why are you not at your apartment?" She grilled, with her arms folded.

"My lights are off because of him," Malaysia spoke lowly. Ms. Kim lost it.

"Malaysia Monè Gray, are you fucking joking right now? You trusted this lowlife with your money to pay your bills? What the fuck did he spend it on, Malaysia?"

"At first he used to tell me that he gambled it but that was just a front. I always noticed him coming in with new clothes and jewelry and never really thought nothing of it. Then one day Tamia--" her mother cut her off.

"Tamia? That bitch that's supposed to be your friend? Don't tell me she was messing with him behind your back, Malaysia."

"She was, she called me by mistake but now that I think about it she probably did it on purpose. Anyways, they were talking and he told her "how you think you got that?" referencing to my bill money." At that moment, her mother rushed out of her room cursing. Then the next thing Malaysia knew she was in all black with her keys in one hand and her baseball bat in the other. Malaysia laughed on the inside.

"Where that nigga at now?" At this point, Malaysia couldn't hold it in as she giggled at her mother's antics.

"He's at Tamia's house, ma."

"Well, let's go fuck some shit up. I don't play bout my baby." She was waiting on Malaysia to get up.

"Already handled. I bleached all of his things then threw them in the dirt. And I went to her house and knocked her in her shit." She received a high five from her mom.

"That's my girl, don't take no shit from nobody!" Ms. Kim was proud that her daughter let go of all that dead weight. She sat next to get daughter and held her hand.

"Malaysia, you are so beautiful. When you realize that, somebody else will too. Take this time to love yourself, learn yourself. Once you do that, no man will be able to tear you down because you'll know your value and your worth." She tucked a strand of Malaysia's hair behind her before continuing.

"Some man is going to be so happy to have you in his life. I know now you don't think so and I know it's going to be a little tough to get over this however you will overcome this. You're a strong girl and whenever you feel like it's too much, momma bear will be there. I love you." They embraced one another.

Malaysia could careless about not having a father because her mother was all that and then some in this moment. Her mother was ready to get down and dirty to defend her honor like a father would. And she was there to comfort her and give her advice like a mother should. Beyond grateful for having the privilege of calling this woman her mother, Malaysia replied "I love you too, bat lady." They shared a laugh.

"Listen you can take the lady out the ghetto but you can't take the ghetto out the lady if you know what I mean." They giggled some more and Ms. Kim continued.

"Anyways, let's go pay your light bill cause you got to get the hell up outta here. You slowing down your momma flow."

"Excuse me?" Malaysia held her chest as if she was appalled.

"I didn't stutter, little girl. You got to go. I'm trying to get my pipes clean and you messing that up." At that Malaysia was disgusted.

"You is one nasty old lady," face frowned, Malaysia grabbed her things and followed her mother out the house.

"Well hell, I got to live too."

Malaysia shook her head. Her mother was too much.

It's been three hours since Ms. Kim left her daughter's apartment and Malaysia was happy to be back in her own place. Reflecting back on her mother's words, she knew that she was right. Malaysia needed to learn how to love herself first but how? How could she find the courage to embrace herself?

Staring back at herself in the mirror Malaysia told her person "you're beautiful." She didn't believe it though. No one accepted her not even her own father, so she convinced herself that she wasn't beautiful, good enough, or worth loving. Exhaling, Malaysia held her head down. Tonight was going to be a long night of being drowned in her insecurities.

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Ahmir browsed around the meat section in Winn-Dixie in search of some steak for his dinner tonight. He had just come from the gym, so he was dressed in a sleeveless dri-fit Nike top, gym shorts with dri-fit tights underneath, and black and gray Nike Air maxes. His defined muscles were on full display for the ladies and they had been eyeing ever since he came in.

One woman whispered "Damn" as he walked pass and he smirked at her to let her know he heard her. She quickly turned in embarrassment. He also caught a few staring a tad too long but it didn't faze him. He had his sights on one beauty but she was making it a challenge for Ahmir.

Malaysia had yet to call him and he hadn't seen her since the time he ran into her at her job. Ahmir just wanted to know more about the chocolate beauty but he'd knew she'd be a tough nut to crack. The vibrating of his phone distracted him. Glancing at the screen it read unknown. Usually he would forward it to voicemail but something told him to answer against his better judgement.

"Harrison." His smooth baritone voiced boomed through the phone. No answer. It almost seemed as if the caller pondered on ending the call.

"Hello?" He said again and was on the verge of hanging up himself until the person finally realized they can speak.

"Ahmir?" The voice, soft and sweet.

Was this who he thought it was?

"Malaysia?" He asked. He hoped like hell it was her.

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I know it's been awhile, but I finally got the time and had the courage to write again. At first I'd steer clear because I had a little brain fart but I'm really looking forward to writing again. Please tell me your thoughts, feedback is always welcomed. Just don't be rude because I can reciprocate that. Be blessed you guys. 💕