Homeland

The Truth

      Along with being a hustler, Amirè was a powerful business man. Many people owed him favors and was pleased with making business offers with him. Amirè did business with major companies, at the moment one of the companies he had partner ship with was merging with a company he wasn't so familiar with.

     "Ah Chris, long time no see right?" Amirè patted his old friend who is now a doctor at their local hospital on the back. Anything Amirè needed he could have in a split second, he knew it was about having connects in this business. "Still didn't change I see Amirè Ire." Chris patted him back with open arms.

     Chris entered their living room where Azélia laid peacefully on the long white sofa. He knew the situation that she was in because when Amirè called saying he need a favor he laid everything out.

   "She's beautiful." Chris exclaimed admiring a sleeping Azélia, Amirè cleared his throat bringing Chris to a state of realization. "Oh yes, wake her for me please."

    "Azélia!" Amirè yelled at the top of his lungs causing her to jump straight out of her slumber. She wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead, it was another bad dream that she was having. Flashbacks of being raped and tortured from her country, praying she'd never have to go back.

  "Now why the fuck would you do that?" Chris looked at him with a duh look. He thought he was going to gently rock her, not send her into a state of shock. "She up ain it?"

    Amirè's phone rung loudly on the living room table indicating that someone was calling him...his fiancée specifically. They haven't spoke since last night but they know they couldn't avoid each other forever.

    "Y'all get to it, I have to take this." He exited the living room with the phone pressed to his ear. "What's good?" He greeted her sitting out on the front porch watching the rain slowly come down from the sky. 

   "Babe, I missed you last night ...I'm sorry about--" Amirè stopped her mid sentence by telling her "Save it. Kijah you swear you so damn slick when you not. You know how I feel about you so you using that as an advantage to get one up on me.." Amirè wasn't a fan of sugar coating shit, it was either you were going to hear him out or the two would never speak again.

"No I'm not how could you say that!" She whispered into the phone all of sudden she became quiet. "Why are you whispering ?"

"That doesn't matter..."Kijah sighed and took a breather "Are you giving up on me? Over someone you don't even know?!"

"ITS NOT ABOUT HER! STOP MAKING IT ABOUT HER KIJAH! It's about this lack of trust and..."

   "And the fact that I won't let you fuck me raw? That can't be it Amirè. We've been together for longer than I can remember, you never even really brought it up but it's like now that this girl pop up out of nowhere and you questioning if I even love you! It has to be something Amirè...she let you hit it raw?" Her aggression and power when she spoke made Amirè question if he was wrong himself for bringing it up but he knew the game she was playing and he wasn't having it.

  He nodded his head as if she could see him, he was honestly tired of hearing the same shit from her. It was getting old. "I'd never fuck anybody but you! I'm not like these other niggas outchea' I know you can't see that and I understand completely but I'm not going to sit here and let you pin some shit on me man. I'm giving you the chance to just tell me the God honest truth and I promise we will work it out."

Amirè can honestly say he has never cheated on anyone he has been with. He admits he admires Azélia, the way she talks, her stories, her beauty and much more but then he finds himself thinking that those are all the things he use to admire about Kijah.