Dear Cahya,

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Cahya

"Isaiahhh! Stop." Cahya yells at her boyfriend who was getting ready to throw her in the pool.

The couple was spending their Friday night relaxing at Isaiah's parents house. After hearing Cahya complain about her long day, Isaiah knew this night was well needed.

"Isaiah, do you want to get fucked up?" She threatens.

Cahya tries her best to escape from Isaiah's strong grip but there was no use. In one swift motion he tosses her in the pool.

Cahya screams in aggravation. She knew how to swim but wasn't interested in getting her freshly straightened hair wet.

"I just got my hair done idiot!" She sighs feeling her hair shrink up to her shoulders in a heap of tight coils. She gets out of the pool and sits next to Isaiah who was now sitting at the edge of the pool laughing.

"I'm sorry mamas" he says kissing her on the forehead. "I like your hair better like this anyways. You're curly just like papi" he smiles

Cahya looks over at Isaiah's long curly hair. She smiles admiring her boyfriend.

Isaiah was the product of two Dominican Immigrants. When Isaiah's mother found out she was pregnant, she knew that the only hope for her son having a promising future was if he was born in the states. Her husband-Isaiah's father- fell ill and passed away months prior to the move. It wasn't easy but a 20 year old pregnant Maria saved every penny she received and made her way to the United States. She met Orlando a significantly older, Dominican, self owned business man when she was 26, Isaiah was 5. Orlando fell in love with Maria and against his families wishes he married her, guaranteeing her citizenship. Orlando raised and loved Isaiah as his own. Isaiah and Maria lived a lavish life style. They weren't millionaires but they sure had a lot of money. They lived in a massive house which sat on a hill behind a nice gated community. They took annual family vacations that Cahya sometimes was invited too, they ate out at expensive restaurants, shopped at expensive designer stores and Isaiah pushed a Benz that he received for his 16th birthday.

One of the things Cahya loved most about Isaiah was how humble he was. He never once made her or anyone feel inferior to him. He was very grateful for all that he was blessed with. He valued hard work and responsibility so he kept a part time job coaching a youth football team when he wasn't playing on his own team. Everyone loved him, especially Cahya.

"Stop staring at me weirdo" Isaiah says breaking Cahya out of her thoughts.

"Babe, you know what I was thinking about?" She smiles sweetly

"What?"

"I was looking at your hair, and your smile, and your golden skin..." Isaiah begins to smile " and I was just like damn this nigga ugly as shit" Cahya laughed as she watches Isaiah's smile fade.

"Oh so you thought that was the one huh?" Isaiah ask

Cahya shrugged her shoulders and slid back in the pool waiting for what would happen next.

Isaiah slid in the water also, following her. " Where you going?"

Cahya nervously laughs, knowing he was about to be do something crazy for her prior remarks.